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Chapter 67: A Lie
🕑 Added 2020-08-06 00:34:11 +0000 UTC[Sayo POV]
“Rini, does this sound good to you?”
Hearing the question, Sayo looked up to her Asahi onii-san, lost at words. Her memory had always been sharp at remembering things, so she understood what it meant.
Little bunny in Japanese.
How can a fierce girl like her be anything closer to a cute rabbit…?
She couldn't comprehend.
Even though she had decided to accept herself for who she was, the image of killing her father was burned into her memories.
She won’t be able to forget it ever.
She hung her head and whispered ‘Rini’ over and over.
“It means sweet little bunny,” Asahi said as his hands patted her head. One of the things that brought peace to her.
“A sweet little bunny?” She repeated and glanced at Asahi. “I… accept it. Thank you.”
She didn't want to hurt him by rejecting the name. She had already injured him a great deal before.
A bright smile floated on Asahi’s face. Seeing him happy, she also couldn't stop herself from smiling.
“You won’t ask why you are a sweet little bunny?”
Sayo, now Rini, nodded her head at the question, curious for his answer.
“The way you moved around when we fought reminded me of a bunny.”
Rini’s mouth went round, remembering the fluffy rabbit doll she left at the supermarket.
“Onii-san…”
Asahi flinched at her whisper, leaving her confused.
Does he not like it when I call him onii-san? But he told me to be his little sister…
Utter confusion clouded her mind, which was cleared when Saeko onee-san rubbed her back.
“He enjoys it so much that it shortens his lifespan every time you address him as onii-san,” Saeko onee-san said with a calm smile.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
She saw her new onii-san nodding with a soft smile. That made her giddy for some reason.
She shook her head and put on a wide smile.
Monster or not, I want to support onii-san…
She will crush any undead trying to bring harm to anyone here. That would be the best use of her powers.
She shifted her attention back to her onii-san and tilted her head. Her onii-san was gaping.
Why is onii-san like that?
She asked and gave him a look over. He looked weirdly cute.
He is strange.
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[Asahi POV]
Rini’s smile left me gaping. The smile of a hungry beast, truly fitting for someone with monster blood.
“Aa-kun, we are about to reach the place.”
“Roger.”
“Who is gonna drive the boat anyway?” Saya asked from my left. “I can’t even drive a car.”
Just some headpats cleared away her depression.
“Aimi, of course.”
“Aimi-san is very skillful in these tasks,” Saeko added. “Asahi-kun, how did you two meet? Aimi-san denies our question.”
Of course, she did. I had told her to hide anything about it. Saeko and Shiori will believe in my past life but I feared nee-san would be confused.
To put it in other words, I wasn't ready to reveal it yet.
“Aimi, well, she started to stalk me… a few months ago…”
I lied that Aimi was an orphan when I met her years ago. Finding her starving in an alley, I gave her my pocket money. It was enough to make her obsessed with me.
Fueled by her new passion, she started picking pockets of random people.
One day, a woman caught her. The woman was an assassin active overseas. Finding Aimi talented, she took her in and trained her.
After years of spilling blood, she returned to confess to me. That day coincided with the day this world went to hell.
This cliché plot, paired with top-level ability to bullshit made Saya’s eyes wet. Despite the unshed tears in her eyes, Shizuka managed to keep her composure to drive.
Thankfully, Aiko and Nao weren’t here to share the pain. The busty teacher had taken on the duty of driving another car. In her place, Leme fiddled with a handheld.
This weeb Diva was as lively as ever.
About a minute later, our car screeched and stopped, splattering a good amount of undead.
We got out of the car and simultaneously looked at the serene ocean, unknown to the slaughter occurring everywhere—be it undead or human.
An island in the distance appearing nothing more than a dot from our location.
Saya threw fireballs while Shiori sent wind blades, burning and bisecting the approaching undead.
“Ready to meet some shitty politicians?”
Saya made a sour face at my question. “Fucking politics…”
Her voice tinged with hatred made me realize something else. Her father used to be the leader of some ultra-nationalist organization and Don of this region—that also meant he dealt with local politicians.
Just what did he do to Yuriko?
The curiosity was eating me up from inside. Getting it out of Saya was easy as pie but I preferred hearing it from Yuriko's mouth after I conquered her.
I groaned and summoned the boat directly to the water surface. Lifting 3 tons will be hard even for me. However, 1 ton was within my limits.
We settled on the boat. Shizuka pinched my shirt, a hint of worry apparent in her eyes.
I draped my hand over her shoulder and pulled her closer.
Rika, damn, just stay alive. Nee-san and I would be devastated if you died.
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Xaster
Awesome! Keep it up ^^
