Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Cute Sides Of Onee-chan

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I'm not really sure if I should be asking this, but I'm gonna do it. It really doesn't matter and I have no clue why I wanna ask but oh, well. You can blame it on curiosity or something. Honestly, I don't really think there is anything wrong with it, but yeah. Did he really fool me or am I just wrong? 

"Souma... Could it be... you like younger women?"

"....What?" He says, surprised by my sudden question. I stare it him as if he was pervert I shouldn't associate with. "Oi, Oi, what's up with that look?" He says, shocked. It seems he knows what I'm thinking about, without even me saying anything. "You better not be thinking I'm a pervert. I'm not!"

"Yeah, sorry. I don't know about that." I say bluntly while looking to the side. Normally people might consider this rude, but since we're friends it doesn't matter, I suppose.

"Haruka~ Do you really believe I'm a pervert~?" He says, in a complaining tone.

"Hmm~ I guess? Well, Not really, to be honest. But, other people would probably call you a perv. Women especially."

"No way~!" He grasps his head using his hands. His palms on the side of his head and his fingers on the top: his hair. Did he really think he wasn't? I don't really care whether he is or not. I also don't really consider him one cause I'm so used to it that I don't really care much, but still. How does he not consider himself one? "I see..." He looks down at the concrete ground. The look in his eyes looked as if he had nothing left. 

This guy... I place my palm on my forehead. Sigh.

"Well, Whatever. I don't really care." He says. The empty look in his eyes were gone. He was now smirking, cheerfully. He sure is strong. I guess smart people are just strong(mentally). Indeed. If they get a bad mark, they would be depressed for a while and then get back up and get a better mark. No, I guess that's with all people... right? Well, almost all. 

I guess the difference is that smart people find 80's bad. Most people would have that as their best mark they've ever gotten. Ah, doesn't that just mean smart people are just arrogant? I guess it does. Well, I'm not wrong. I heard doctors(surgeons especially) are quite arrogant. And of course, doctors are smart people. So, technically, I'm not wrong.

Anyways, back to the subject from way before. The programs at Daichi high seems pretty cool, I guess. They got all kinds of subjects there. They got lots of different sciences and stuff like psychology and computer science. I wonder what Azayaka has.

But still, it's all about what you want to do in the future. Also, it's also about what you're interested in and stuff. I still haven't figured out what I want to do.

I then remember what he said he wanted to be when he gets older. He said... sigh. There is no helping him. Even if a graduate from Daichi high went to the best university with psychology and graduated from there he wouldn't be able to save him. Of course, the same student that graduated from the best University studied psychology while in Daichi high.

Well, if we were look at it realistically, the student may actually be able to save him.... or maybe not? I mean, it's not really a mental problem or anything, I guess. But, if it was some addiction, then they can save him. For sure. Hopefully. Well, if their skilled enough.

Anyways what he said was... he wanted to be a....... Gentleman. He wanted to make ladies fall for him using his gentleness or whatever. Sigh. He's like an otaku... a women loving otaku.

First of all, how much do you even get paid for that? Second of all, can you even live on the money you earn from it? Lastly, is it even a job in first place?! Can you even get paid?

I don't really care much. I have a feeling he's just kidding. No, I know he's just kidding around. I mean, he won't be going to a prestigious school like Daichi High just cause he's moving or he's being forced to. Or maybe he would. He probably wants to go there even a little bit at the very least(other then wanting to see the girls there).

Anyways, lets say he was planning to go Daichi- of course, with his full consent and everything. Let's say he was going to that school just to become a gentleman. Will it really help? Wouldn't going to one of those all-boys private school help more? Well, only if they are just like those manga's Souma showed me. In the manga, some rich girls were going to this all-girls academy thing and then they were learning how to be a 'Lady'. An elegant one. It was like nobility came back to life.

The school had some of the normal subjects and stuff, but one of the subjects were 'etiquette class' or something. He later told me the manga was about a relationship between girls which kinda surprised me. I never knew there were manga's with same gender relationships. 

He told me to read them after he was done. He wasn't done yet. Actually, this happened last week. Him bringing that manga, that is.

Either he was busy studying like a good 'ol smart person or he already read it but has more volumes and is planning to give them all to me at once or something. I don't really care though. It seemed pretty interesting, I can't lie.

I highly doubt there are all-boys school's like that. No, not just all-boy schools, even all-girl schools that are like that.

Thinking back to what happened a little before with the mature women, I wonder if Souma would be able to also get the teachers there/make them fall for him using his looks. I wonder if they would fall for him after tasting his perverse behavior. I guess it doesn't- no, it has to count as perverse. 

I chuckle at the thought of him stealing the hearts of the teachers. He turns to me and a small smile forms on his 'charming' face. 

"What's got you so happy?" He asks, looking at me.

"Nothing really. I was just thinking if you would be able to charm a teacher if you went to an all-boys school."

"Hahaha!" He starts laughing, his mouth somewhat covering his mouth and hiding a bit of his marble white teeth. "Of course, you meant a female teacher, right?" He stops laughing and his expression turns serious with concern or something.

"Uh, yeah...." This guy.... sighhhhhhhhhhh

"I see." I have a feeling he was trying to say 'Good.' instead of just, 'I see.'

After a little bit, we came to the point where we had to separate. Souma walked off to the direction of his house while I walked towards mine.

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I walk down the cement road, alone. I was finally alone. Because of that, my mind started thinking about things I didn't think about when I was with him.

I sigh. To think he's moving.... How sad. I look up at the sky. I started remembering the time we spent together as friends. The couple of years we've been together. Those were fun times. Wait. What am I even thinking about?! First of all, he's still here. Didn't I say that we shouldn't think about this right now and that we should make the most of the time we still have? Plus, this is kinda embarrassing. Thinking about it, that is.

Think of something else! Something else.... The picture of Onee-chan's porcelain skin came to mind. I gulp. What am I even thinking about? I say a little red. 

Something else! Something else.... The sight of her body wouldn't leave my head. Think of something else!! Onee-chan's big chest and pink nipples came to mind.

Something else!!!! Something else! Something else!!!!!!! Those kinda thoughts weren't leaving my head until finally, after all that screaming, it went away. I finally thought of something else. 

The events of today came to mind. That girl.... I wonder when we will meet again? 

I wanted to play against her again. It was really fun.

With the thoughts of something other then Onee-chan's perfect body consuming my mind, I finally made it to the front door. 

I open the door using my key and enter.

"I'm back~!" I say, making my way to the kitchen.

"Welcome back~!"

"Welcome back." Onee-chan says, grumpy. "Where were you? Why are you so late?" She says, pouting. Onee-chan was sitting on one of the chairs from the table with her chest pressed up against the back of chair and her hands on the top of it. 

"Ayaka, Don't trouble poor little Haruka like that. It's just one of those things as he grows up," She says.

Onee-chan tilts her head, confused for a second and jolts her head back. "Ow, ow, ow. Anyways... Haru! Don't tell me, you... Went on a date!?"

"A date?!" Mom turns her head, quicker then the speed of light the moment she heard 'date'. She was doing something in the kitchen. Keyword, 'was'. Now all her attention was on this 'date' that might or might not have happened. "Hm? Didn't you say you were gonna hangout with Souma-kun?"

"Yeah, that's right. I didn't go on a date! I was with Souma!"

"Ah, that kid." Onee-chan remembers. "You really didn't go on a date?" Onee-chan looks at me as if she was inspecting something. Looking me completely over, looking at what felt like every single nook and cranny of my body. I was starting to feel a little self-conscious. It was pretty embarrassing being stared at so intensely. 

"Yes, yes! I just hung out with a friend!" I say, a little red.

"Hahaha! Ayaka, I see you're still as overprotective of little Haruka as ever," Mom says, laughing a little. She breaks into a smile that was projected at both of us. Onee-chan looked back at mom and saw her smile. "You sure love him." She still smiles, happily.

"Y-yeah...." She says, blushing a little, looking to the side. She glances at me for a second and turns her gaze back to the side. For some reason, I could feel my heart beating faster. "I mean, I am his older sister!" She made her comeback.

"Ah, right. What's that bag your holding, Haru?" Onee-chan asks, pointing at the bag I was holding. It was the one I got by beating the game. 

"Oh yeah. I forgot I had this," I walk over to Onee-chan while holding the bag. She looked confused. "Here." I hand the bag to her.

"What's this?" She takes it and looks at it, confused.

"A g-gift." I say, scratching my cheek, embarrassed. I walk backwards. Back to where I was before but a little closer this time.

"A gift?!" She looks inside it and opens the wrapping. The bear was revealed. "Woah~" She stares at it, surprised. Probably because of the size. The bag that was given for it was also quite big. It was kinda annoying carrying it around for so long.

"Sorry it isn't much," I say, still scratching my cheek. You know, maybe one of these days, my cheek will start bleeding because of all the 'scratching'.

She shakes her head. "This is more then enough. I'm happy I got something from you." She looks at it with a smile in the corners of her lips an hugs it. "Thank you!" She smile brightly at me. She was absolutely adorable at this very moment. I find myself staring at her, mesmerized.

I suddenly start having this strong desire to hug her. Really tightly. I felt like jumping at her or something and giving her a ginormous embrace. I clench my fist and somehow hold it in.

Whew, that was close. 

I hear a whistle. Like someone was whistling. It came from behind me. "You sure are getting quite smooth, Haruka. You trying to a get girlfriend already?" I turn around to the familiar voice. 

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