Chapter 8: Chapter 7

 

 

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Chapter 7

 

Brought to you by Noir

 

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My eyes opened up to the chirps of the birds.

The ceiling was not something I recognized. as I brought my body up the bed, I realized the place. I was in the infirmary.

The events that happened a while earlier came to me as if recollecting.

Looking at the beautiful light of the sunset penetrating the widows of the room, I stood up from the bed and collected my backpack.

There was a message written:

[By the time you wake up, it might already be tomorrow. I have put some food in the nearby ice box. You can have it for your breakfast.]

 

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It was evident that Sensei had misjudged the time...

However, I still check the ice-box. What greeted me was all sorts of junk food, sweets, and whatnot lined one above another.

It also had several that were my favorite cold drinks as well.

I thanked the teacher a hundred times in my mind and took a cold drink and some junk food, stuffing them into my bag.

Going up the stairs, I could still see some individuals loitering in school. Some wearing white cloaks as well.

I locked the door with the keys that were resting on that note by the teacher and went to the staff room to hang them.

Some teachers were still present. I entered and hung the infirmary keys on the designated location, being guided by a teacher.

As I left the infirmary, I could see some boys still performing their club activities. Girls and boys were running in the track fields, and the noisy sound of whistles blew in intervals.

I decided to go straight home.

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As I came near my home, the sky was already turning reddish-orange. It was probably until some minutes before it turned red and then dark.

Greeting the various aunts coming from the opposite end, perhaps after catching a good haul from shopping, I went inside the house gate and finally reached the door in front of my house.

However, upon ringing my house bell, the bell didn't ring.

Wondering that perhaps there was a loss in electricity around the area, I looked sideways, but there was none. Well, electricity going away is seldom nowadays.

Remembering the pot where the door keys would be kept, I go and uplift it. 'There were the door keys.'

I came back and unlocked the door, and went in. What struck me was the nasty smell of iron.

Heavy drops of sweat start to appear on my forehead. I look nearby and see an umbrella. An umbrella with a pointed nose.

I took it in guard. And slowly go in, wishing for nothing wrong to have happened.

And as I look in through the side of the door, I see my sister completely drenched in blood, holding the knife put as a murder weapon, striking continuously.

The umbrella dropped on the floor.

 

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----did she...

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Relentless teardrops came out of my eyes...

Wh---why?

Did she really kill mom and dad???

Did she really carry out what she hinted at this morning??

Just like that?

On a whim?

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As I was experiencing such feelings, my sister came out and stood in front of me as if catching hold of me.

"What are you doing, sitting with legs closed together here, Nii-san."

I didn't have a word in return. I was already heartbroken.

What did she do...

Then the main door opened up. My sight inadvertently went towards the opening door.

From there came Yosora-sensei smiling and talking with two other people.

"So Eita had already come home? So you woke up already~ how diligent."

My jaws dropped. I was struck stupid.

The worst-case scenario I was thinking of suddenly collapsed in front of me.

I stood up suddenly in complete reaction and ran in. Fish and meat were being cut --- haphazardly...

"Umm, sister-san?"

"What is it Nii-san."

"Meat and Fish costs money."

"What are you getting at~ Nii-san."

There was a nasty smile that suddenly appeared in her mouth.

However, having my tension suddenly relieved, I involuntarily had my legs bent back as I dropped to the floor.

However, I was not hurt.

"Onii-chan!" "Eita!"

"Aha ---Ahahaha."

Sensei and sister looked at me with worried eyes, and so did dad and mom after coming running from the front door.

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I was happy nothing ominous happened. I was delighted.

 

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"I will go and have a bath then~."

"Careful Nii-san, don----"

"Yes, I understand ... btw, don't waste any more food. They cost money."

"Shut up! One day I will make such good food that you won't eat anything else."

I just laughed at that statement and went out of the room, moving upstairs.

Taking a change of clothes and towel, I go in the bath and have a good long hot bath. Mom didn't even shout to come out this time. Probably, looking at what happened just earlier, I was given some freedom for today. Grinning inwardly, I came out of the bath, wiped my body clean, wore my clothes - Just some shorts and a T-shirt, and finally came out.

It seems that Sensei has decided to stay in my home today because of what all just happened to me.

Moreover, today's meal was made by ---... sister. Although accompanied by Sensei.

I hope it is not poisonous.

I went upstairs again and had my hair dried up. Doing which, I headed downstairs ... 

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A sudden urge made me want to peek into my sister's room.

Well, one reason is also what happened today morning.

Upon opening, what greeted me was a really girly room.

Putting on more guts, I entered the room entirely and just took a glance.

Looking at the desk, I got a bit creeped out and, well, a bit disheartened at the two pictures that were left out open. 

Well, I guess she is also at the age where she starts looking at other boys. The two pictures had two good-looking guys at their center.

Interestingly, even I was present in the sides, but not so distinct.

However, looking at that, an idea emerged in me.

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Instead, Let's try to find her Ero-book-collections. hehehe

 

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Every human has desires. Desires are born off feelings, feelings are attributed to knowledge, and people gather more knowledge about what they prefer.

It was all scientific. It was all for research.

Let's find her preferences ehehe. 

This was all for helping my cute little sister. Nothing more, nothing less.

With that pure mind, I started searching the room, however peacefully. Since I don't want my dangerous sister to find out that I entered her room.

 

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Upon searching for a while, I found a trunk under the bookshelf. Well hidden away.

As it looked cumbersome, I thought it might undoubtedly be a good collection of Ero-books.

However, it was locked. So I had no choice but to leave it for now.

"NII-SAN! FOOD IS READY!"

"Ugh.. —COMING IN A BIT!"

Putting the trunk back, I got up and exited the room. I went back to my room for a moment to dry up the sweat that came up in the process. Where I found red stains attached to the comb. Consequently, looking at my hand, I saw red stains as well.

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Smelling, I knew what it was.

It was blood.

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With heavy steps, I went out of the room and checked the handle of my sister's room. 

It also had red stains, solidified but fresh.

I went in again and found that the source was the trunk.

My whole body was going rapidly cold every second.

I cut the areas that had the locks bound somehow, as it felt rather impossible to cut those heavy-duty locks themselves.

Opening the trunk. A ghast of smell came out. My eyes went unconsciously close.

Upon opening, I found two bodies clamped together.

They were our parents.

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With one rotting.

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End Of Chapter

 

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