Transition And Restart 134 Chapter Six, 2016, Summer's End: 9

There were rumours about their club. A few months earlier those rumours would have been about 3:1, but Noriko didn't care. After all it wasn't all that much of a difference for her since most of the main characters stayed the same. There was one major addition though, and he was busy working for two. Urufu ran the planning for both of their events until Kuri returned to school a few days later.

Kyoko and Yukio were still absent though. An accident they were told by their home room teacher, but in Urufu's eyes Noriko could read that something disgusting had happened. Especially as he refused to return her glances. It didn't take a genius to understand it was all connected to his war with Red Rose. That scared her, but worse it hurt. It hurt that he didn't trust her, and it hurt that the boy she still loved didn't want to look at her even as a friend.

Planning and working with the cultural festival was supposed to be fun, but with Urufu at the helm it turned into work. He was efficient, and the club members got a lot more individual responsibility than the members of any other club, but it wasn't fun. To add insult to injury not once did his face flash into that wolfish grin that made her heart lurch.

Whenever she wondered if she wasn't imagining things, she only had to watch Urufu's face reflected in Ryu's to know it wasn't just a bad dream. Her brother knew something, but he refused to share with her, and in Yukio's absence he turned into Urufu's wingman without a single thought of his own status.

'Idiot bro, I don't want to see you grow into a man this way,' she once thought, and she even started to miss his inane antics. The brother she had learned to love to hate rapidly vanished and was replaced by someone harder, and with nowhere to turn Noriko silently a.s.sumed Kyoko's duty as Kuri's wingman.

It wasn't lost on anyone in the club.

Where Noriko had a.s.sumed summer's break to be the end of something, the start of their autumn term signalled a more important end, and one she refused to accept. When they started school in April she behaved like the most mature of the six of them, but now she wondered if she wasn't the only child remaining.

A few days later she overheard a whispered conversation between Kuri and Urufu and learned how Kuri had been attacked at her own home. Knowing that four of the six of them were being dragged back into her old nightmare made Noriko sick with fear.

Then a final insanity occurred that made her force the issue. There were transfers. A small cla.s.s of transfers. Three weeks into the term cla.s.s 9:1 finally came into existence. Twenty five new students; all from Red Rose Academy. Another ten were rumoured to still be in the process of transferring.

That quickly added to the rumours about their club. Of the transferees half a dozen immediately applied for membership and were accepted within minutes after Kuri entered their club room. Not a single one was of j.a.panese origin and all of them wore silent faces telling tales of a school they despised.

With close to thirty members in the club Noriko finally had a reason to go to the student council. Formally to apply for an increased budget, but in reality she was h.e.l.l-bent on finding out what was going on.

She stormed into the office and was surprised to find the entire student council there in a conversation with Princ.i.p.al Nakagawa and a third year student she only vaguely recognised.

"We'll increase security, but you'll have to report any outsiders on school grounds," Nakagawsensei said to the student council president.

"Yes sensei," she answered and looked at Noriko who had just interrupted them.

Princ.i.p.al Nakagawa looked in Noriko's direction as the door slid shut behind her. "I'm aware that… Girl, we knock before we enter. Oh, it's you."

There were several more pairs of eyes looking at her now.

"Did you need anything?" the council president asked.

Noriko met her gaze. She could just as well have said: 'Please leave!'

"I'll need increased funding with six more members joining the club," Noriko said, stating her official errand.

"We'll handle that later." That reply worked as a repet.i.tion of the previous, unspoken command.

Noriko was prepared for it, and this time she turned directly to Princ.i.p.al Nakagawa. "I'll also need directives concerning how the club is to handle the current confrontation with Red Rose Academy," she said.

Princ.i.p.al Nakagawa frowned back at her, but he didn't say anything.

"I have one member hospitalised and another who won't come to school. Our president was a.s.saulted at her own home. That counts as a problem for me."

"Girl, this is none of your business," Princ.i.p.al Nakagawa said.

Noriko hadn't expected to see him here, but it made things a lot easier for her. She would force his hand by dropping a bomb. "My club members being targeted by the same people who paid for raping me isn't my problem?"

"What!"

Well, that got the attention of the student council. 'Try to keep the lid down on this one, old goat!'

"My office, now!"

Noriko followed her princ.i.p.al through the corridor. She tried to look properly abashed, but this was a fight she had already won. She'd be scolded and there would be some kind of punishment, but the real battle was won. While it might look like she was marched through the corridor like a prisoner of war every step echoed a march of triumph. She knew that not all battles would be this easy. There were grown-ups involved in some kind of power game, and she had neither the experience nor the clout to fight them toe to toe. But she could help Urufu and Kuri with the fight. They did have the experience if not the ability to pull rank.

'I can't figure out how to help them right now, but I'm good at figuring things out sooner or later. Bro got all the charms, but brains is my department.'