I didn't want to get up. I wouldn't have woken up in the first place if it hadn't been for the alarm. I decided to snooze it for five minutes, which I barely noticed, because in an instant, it was ringing again. Although it sounds a bit strange, it's like someone is calling me—
"Will you get up, for God's sake?!" After hearing that, I realized I was missing the blanket, the pillow I was hugging, and that my sister is digging her nails into my shoulders.
"W-wait! Stop it, Amaya!" At least, when I begged for mercy, my words were heard, and the pain finally stopped… Or so I would say if she hadn't dug them in for so long…
"I told you to stop doing that, but of course, you never feel like listening to me." "I'm so sorry Snow White doesn't feel like waking up." I'm still too sleepy to say that to her, so for now, I'll let it go…
"If I don't wake you up, you'll probably stay here in bed like a dormouse."
"And are there any benefits to going to class anyway?"
"Well, yes, and that means you're going to accompany me part of the way. You should thank God that you can even walk beside me-"
"Yeah, yeah, let's see if you get that big of a face when you're looking for a job..."
"But I haven't finished senior year yet!"
After a somewhat pointless exchange of words, I got out of bed and went to my closet, from where I would get my school uniform.
The first thing I always do is put it on. Aside from the uniform, I don't have much variety; it's all t-shirts, sweatshirts, and regular pants. It's not my fault I have such bad fashion sense, even though it is.
Honestly, I don't have much variety; it's all T-shirts, sweatshirts, and plain pants. It's not my fault I have such bad fashion sense, even though it is.
"Oh, and Dad said that if you don't do your homework again, he's going to take away your computer. Serves you right, with all the dirty things you watch.." my sister said, still in my room after such a violation of my rights.
"Wow, as if you didn't have four terabytes of CP."
"That's you!"
18 little years has this creature and she seems to be 12, and also a pedophile. Now that I think about it, she is talking with a minor. Wow, it all makes sense now.
I'll be taking off my pajamas soon today, I guess... With her sense of humor, she's sure to start laughing at me.
As I walked past her face, I opened my closet, grabbed a beige sweatshirt and some random pants. Now I can start getting dressed. I started taking off my pant-
Why isn't Amaya leaving?
"Hey, I was just kidding about the CP thing..."
"And I was just thinking of another insult to throw at you, but I give up," Amaya blurted out, sounding disappointed and defeated. " Heh, that's what you get for messing with me."
Ah, but she didn't leave without making an unnecessary comment, now even smiling. "Okay, putting aside all that stuff about you and &$%"! loving each other so much... well-"
"That's not true at all! I don't hate him because im kind."
She said it in a mocking tone, of course, before leaving the room and closing the door. Before she left, all I had time to do was sigh.
Yes, this is the monster I've had to put up with every day since I was born, poor me. The worst part is that she was even more of a handful when she was little. Amaya is three years older, so we're just within the age range where it's not unusual for us to hang out together, even though we're siblings, and we also share quite a few tastes and a sense of humor.
This woman is really weird.
She says I'm the one who made her weird, though she probably would have been the way she is now if I weren't around, she just wouldn't be able to show it. I think she's passed more things on to me than I've passed them on to her.
I even feel so heavy, I couldn't like her more, and I couldn't ask for a better sister. The only downside to her existence is that she physically abuses me, besides the fact that my friends might make fun of her or say that my sister will make us family.
It's not like Amaya and the others don't get along; sometimes she even goes out with the group, but mostly she's glued to her room. I do pretty much the same thing, except I go out more than she does, I think.
After getting dressed, I went downstairs to make breakfast. As always, toast. Yum! While I was thinking about toast, I remembered something my father asked me to do.
"Ah, Amaya! Dad asked me to make you eat breakfast!… Again…"
"Huh? No! I'm fine without breakfast!" She raised her voice from the living room.
"At this rate, I'm going to call you a starving wretch!"
"The only one who's going to die if you say that is you."
"Y-yes…" How scary! Why has she become so serious?!
I sighed, disappointed that my hard work had been in vain. A few minutes later, the toast was done, and I ate it in the living room with a nice glass of milk. Amaya was still giving me dirty looks.
Yes… She is in a good mood today… I thought as my hands trembled.
I always have my toast first and then a glass of milk, but today I decided to have the milk after eating one of the two pieces of toast I made. My mouth was a little dry.
Even with my hand trembling from the loving gaze my sister had fixed on me, I went to get the glass of milk.
Of course, only one thing can happen if you do something like that.
"Oh-"
Clack!
I know I said I like toast with milk, but…
"Wow, I didn't know you liked toast with milk..." Amaya said, sounding a little disgusted and disappointed, her gaze piercing my soul. Seriously!
"S-shut up! Just so you know, it's your fault!"
I got up from the chair before the milk spilled on me, although in the end, thankfully, none of it dripped onto the floor. The table was soaked, though.
"My fault?! But you're the butterfingers!… Hehe, yeah… since you like it so much, now you're sweating butter…" Amaya put a hand to her mouth to cover her bitchy laugh.
Every second I pay attention to you, my life gets ruined more and more.
I went to the kitchen for a cloth, and when I got it, I went back to the living room, wiping down the entire table and the bottom of the plate. As for the rest, I was going to throw away the toast and rinse the plate and glass.
"Ohhh, are you going to waste the toast? You love toast with milk and butter!" Each time her voice became more and more sarcastic and mocking.
"I'm going to throw it in your face and tell Dad you've eaten something!"
I hurried out of the room before she could think about attacking me.
"At this rate, I'll kill you!" she yelled from the living room.
"You bring it all on yourself!" I said incredulously, at the stupid mind I was talking to.
After throwing away the toast and cleaning the plate, the glass, and incidentally my hands, I went upstairs to the sink to clean my face and teeth.
After cleaning my face and teeth, I combed my hair a little, looking at myself in the mirror.
I could describe myself as a generic anime character, but out of pride, I prefer to think otherwise. The last time I measured myself, I was just under 1.70 meters tall, only a centimeter short. And that jerk always laughs at me just for being a little taller than me. I can only describe my face as gentle, but also tough—that's two things in one.
I was sure she thought that way because of my eyebrows, even though they weren't even thick. For a guy, my hair was a bit long, though definitely shorter than _¨*^?¿·'s.
It extends a little outwards at the sides, and if I let my bangs grow for a few months, they'll cover my left eye. I certainly don't put any effort into styling them at all, and most of the time I don't even know how they look on the back of my neck.
I stretch it out so it lies flat, the ends stick out, and I call it finished. It was also the same black color as Amaya's, although it wasn't dyed.
My eyes were black, and generally the most normal part of my face. My body is thin, and when I say thin, I mean like a skeleton from an RPG. It's not that I have anorexia; I eat enough, though maybe a little less than normal. I have a fast metabolism, and I hardly gain any weight.
I looked away from the mirror when I finished combing my hair.
"Come on, Riku, if you make me late I'm going to beat you up!" Her impatience was evident in her tone. It's true I'd gotten up later than I should have, but I think we made it on time.
Oh, how kind my sister is!
"I'm coming! ... Tsk, can't I even wash myself anymore?"
"I heard you!" she shouted, now a little annoyed.
I ran to my room to grab my school bag, and went downstairs just as quickly.