4
"I'm Home…"
Inside the Colonel's office, Hachiman changed his clothes and exited through a secret exit.
"Here is your backstory, and your mission objectives," the Colonel had said as he handed Hachiman a 1.5-centimetre-thick file. "Study it, memorize it, become it. We've already contacted your pilots. They should be outside waiting for you in your helicopter. I'll have someone send your baggage and rifle to your apartment. Also, before I forget, take this," the Colonel ordered as he held out a device. Hachiman took the phone that the Colonel had handed to him. "It's the Solarin. All calls will be fully encrypted. Your family's numbers and my number are saved on it. Take care of it." He thanked the Colonel and walked out.
Despite his job, Hachiman's pay was amazing! And with nowhere to spend it, he had amassed quite a fortune over the course of 17 or so years. That's why he could afford his own private helicopter, a Tesla Roadster 2.0, and quite a big apartment in the heart of Tokyo. But his parents and sister still lived in Chiba.
He walked out to the tarmac and waved to the pilots. He got in his modified black Eurocopter EC130B4 and put the headset on. "Welcome back, sir! Haven't seen you in quite a while. We're flying to Tokyo, I assume?"
"Nah. Chiba. And contact Zaimokuza to have my Roadster ready at the airport, I want to visit Komachi right away."
"Very well, sir. Wilco," the pilot said as they took off. "Shall I play some music?"
"Mmm… yeah sure. But make sure it's something nice."
"Of course. You'll like it," the pilot replied, pressing a button as a song started playing. Over the course of his deployment, Hachiman had gotten fluent in English, Russian, Hindi, Mandarin and Arabic.
He quickly recognized the song that was playing, which was none other than… Coming home by Skylar Grey.
"Tch. You cheeky bastard," Hachiman said playfully.
"I told you, you'll like it, sir," the pilot replied as he knew he had chosen the perfect song for the occasion.
...
Hachiman could see Zaimokuza waving to him as he stood beside the Roadster. He had lost his fat physique and become extremely fit. He also got a haircut and sported an undercut combover hairstyle. Gone was the Zaimo-chunni-za. The person who stood in front of him, dressed in the Armani suit was the handsome owner of a huge publishing company.
The helicopter landed, and Hachiman hopped out and walked towards Zaimokuza. Both stood half a foot apart from each other. Completely silent.
It was Hachiman who broke the silence, "You've changed."
"Heh, no shit dumbass… speaking of changes, you've becomes much more… dead," Zaimokuza said half-jokingly while holding up the remote to the Roadster.
"You couldn't be more correct," Hachiman said through his teeth, taking the remote. Zaimokuza looked at his best friend who got into the driver seat. "I missed you, bro," he said emotionally.
"Need a ride?" Asked Hachiman.
"No, thanks. I've got my Rolls Royce waiting there," he said jokingly flexing on Hachiman.
"Ah, I see," the loner replied smoothly, completely unaffected and made a request. "Can you please tell my pilot that I want my private helicopter parked on the terrace of my apartment?" Hachiman said mockingly.
"Tch," Zaimokuza clicked his tongue and chuckled. "You're still as much of a smart-ass as you used to be."
Hachiman had missed this sort of banter with his best friend. "I doubt that's ever gonna change. Later bro," Hachiman bid farewell to Zaimokuza.
The silver-haired man waved goodbye over his shoulder without turning around.
...
Driving through the streets of Chiba brought a strange sense of nostalgia to Hachiman. He remembered all those times he walked back together with Yui and Yukino. The flood of memories hit him like a truck, and he couldn't help but form a small smile.
He arrived in front of his parents' house and parked the car to the side. He stood outside the house, merely looking at it as he leaned against his car. So many memories. So many regrets. Hachiman couldn't help but squeeze his eyes together as a few tears finally escaped and rolled down his cheeks.
Well it's Saturday, so they should all be home, he thought as he pondered on how to make an entrance, but in the end, he decided to stick to his old ways.
Hachiman slowly walked up to the door and twisted the door handle.
"I'm home!" he called out, as the door swung open and he stepped inside. Ah, still the same familiar entrance way. The same photographs of Komachi and him hung on the walls, including a few new ones which showed Komachi in a graduation gown with a different hat. His eyebrow rose in confusion for merely a spilt-second before he finally realized. She hadn't worn her own year's hat. She had actually worn his hat to the graduation ceremony. His train of thought was finally broken as he heard a familiar voice.
"Huh? Who's there?!" Came a cautious voice from inside, which sounded like it belonged to an old lady. Hachiman's mother turned the corner with a knife in her hand. It's understandable why she would be wary. Suddenly hearing a man's voice say 'I'm home' when her husband was already in the house.
"Whoa mom, it's just me. Haha," he said casually in a cheerful voice. "I'm… I'm finally home."
"Ha… Hachiman? Is that… really you?" she asked with disbelief. Hachiman patted himself on the cheeks, then chest, then the hips.
"Uh… yeah. I think it's still me."
Hachiman's mother dropped the knife as she ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug. "Oh Hachiman, you could've at least called," said his mom, as her hold became even tighter and shed tears of happiness.
"I wanted to surprise you," he explained, hugging her back.
"Who is it, honey?" His father said as he walked out from the master bedroom. "Wha… Oh, son!" He shouted as he swiftly hugged Hachiman just like his mother did. They spent a moment like that in silence. His parents finally pulled back, pleasant smiles on their faces. "So, how long are you here for?"
Hachiman's parents and Komachi were the only ones who knew his secret. But all they knew was that he was on a special mission overseas.
"I've been assigned another mission. It's at home this time, so I'll probably be living here instead of Tokyo," he said happily. "Probably for around two or three years." His parents were elated as they realized Hachiman would be living with them. That afternoon they sat together and had lunch, making small talk. Hachiman couldn't contain his sis-con fueled curiosity anymore. He asked, "By the way, where's Komachi? I don't see her."
"She's in her university right now, working on her new research. She'll be back by nighttime." His mother answered joyfully. "I bet she will be overjoyed to see you again."
"Haha, I hope so," Hachiman answered as the thought of seeing his little sis all grown up made him smile involuntarily.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," his heart clenched as he desperately hoped it wasn't about her getting a boyfriend or anything. If she did, he would have to… discipline him… before letting her get with some guy. His mother continued, "we have plans tonight to go to a business dinner. Your father and I will probably be back tomorrow afternoon. So, behave okay," she added, earning a sigh from him.
"C'mon mum, I've survived this long in the military. I think I've improved my habits at least a bit," he said as he knew not all of that was the truth.
"Mmm-Hmm. Sure…" she replied sarcastically. They enjoyed their little banter as his father occasionally pitched in.
...
It was around ten o'clock at night. The sun had already set, and Hachiman had spent his evening thoroughly enjoying the sunset. The view was also something that brought more memories back like a flood. Now, he was seated in the living room, lying down on the couch. The lights were turned off and comfortable darkness blanketed the house. This was an environment that Hachiman was most comfortable with.
A few moments later the distinct sound of the door unlocking, followed by the door opening was heard. "I'm home~" called out a cute yet womanly voice.
"Welcome back!" he replied, getting up from the couch and standing a mere few feet in front of her.
"Huh? Dad? I thought you and mom had a party to attend to tonight. And why's it so dark? At least turn on the lights. You'll ruin your eyesight y'know," she said as she took off her shoes and walked towards the light switch. "So, I assume mom went to the party alone?" She turned on the lights, but still not turning back to face him. "You shouldn't do that, dad. Mom might be strong as hell, but it's still your job to protect her," she said taking off the sweater, hanging it in the closet.
"Nah, mom and dad both went to the party. It's just me tonight," Hachiman replied nonchalantly showing a small smile.
Komachi froze as she heard the slightly familiar voice. She slowly turned around to look at him, as she let a voice just barely loud enough to be heard by Hachiman, "Onii… chan?"
"Yep. It's me Komachi," he confirmed with a wide smile. He couldn't help but notice just how much she had grown. Her hair was still the same as before but almost everything else about her had changed. Her figure had become lithe and the distinctive bulge on her chest unmistakably augmented her figure.
"Onii-chan…" She said, staring him in the eyes as she slowly trudged towards him.
"Yeah, Komachi. It's your one and only Onii-chan who loves you so much! Oh, I bet that earned me a ton of Hachiman points, ne?" he said jokingly, feeling a wave of nostalgia sweep over him all over again.
"Onii-chan…" She repeated as her lower lip quivered tears welled up in her eyes. She extended an arm, slowly caressing his cheek as if to make sure he was still there. To make sure that this wasn't just another one of her nightmares where he would disappear as soon as she touched him.
"ONII-CHAN!" She screamed, confirming his presence and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck. "WAAAHHHH!" she started weeping. "I… missed you… so much," she said between her sobs.
"I'm so sorry," Hachiman responded, feeling himself also choke a little bit. God knew how much he had missed her. He really did feel extremely guilty leaving her alone without even a peep from him over the years… But he knew: Mission before the man. That was something not even he could argue against.
"You left… so… suddenly… I didn't know what to do," she said still crying. "Everyday… every… fucking… day… I had nightmares… what if something happened to you? What if I never got to see you again? Just staying alive without you was so damn painful. Why? WHY DID YOU NOT SAY A SINGLE WORD?! Not a single phone call… text… email… letter… or even a postcard. Nothing! Imagine what I was going through!" Little did she know that Hachiman faced hell that was infinitely worse.
"But I came back, didn't I? And I'm here to stay, so don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
"Of course, you aren't. Baka Onii-chan," she said lovingly, still embracing him.
Komachi held onto him like a lifesaver. Almost as if he would disappear if she were to let go… or as if she would drown into the depths of her own despair. They stayed like that in silence and she slowly noticed just how much he had also grown. It had been too long since they had both held onto each other like this, but the warmth and comfort he exuded hadn't changed one bit.
Hachiman slid his hand up and slid his hand through her hair. Her face snuggled deeper into the crook of his neck as she felt seven years younger once more. Her thoughts travelled back to before Hachiman had been deployed. That had been a night to remember.
Hachiman shuddered as he felt Komachi's warmth breath on his neck. His hands caressed her waist and hips, as Komachi pressed herself into him. Her lips parted and latched onto his neck. A moan escaped her as Hachiman's hand squeezed her behind.
Komachi let go and pulled away slightly before she looked up into his eyes. He stared back her for a couple of seconds. A couple of seconds and some eye contact were all it took for them to have a whole conversation. Komachi pushed her brother so that he fell onto the sofa.
"Komachi…" he said to his little sister who slowly lied on top of him.
"I don't care anymore, Onii-chan," she said sliding her left arm behind his neck and caressing his cheek with her right hand, pulling him into the deepest kiss either of them had ever experienced in their lives. Their lips overlapped, tongues intertwined, and seven years worth of deep feelings were conveyed through that one life-changing kiss. His arms made their way to her lower back and held her tightly, as he fought for dominance with his tongue before giving in to his sister's much stronger feelings. She sucked his breath out, turning the inside of their mouths into a vacuum. She wrapped her tongue around his and truly sucked on it. "Nnnh…"
Wait, what the hell? Was that me or her? He thought as he legitimately didn't know who that moan came from.
Their lips parted for just a microsecond as Komachi needed to breathe... but Hachiman was an elite killing machine who could hold his breath for over 5.5 minutes. That one microsecond was enough for him to turn the tables on her. This time it was his turn to show his dominance. His hands made their way to her thighs as he lifted his back, and skillfully gained control. His tongue's invasion into her mouth could be compared to the allies' invasion on Normandy on D-Day. He made his tongue into a hook and grasped hers bringing it into his own mouth, starting to suck on it. In return, she pressed the center of his tongue with her own stimulating the both of them. They explored every nook and cranny of each others' mouths like Indiana Jones exploring an uncharted tomb in Egypt. He wrapped both sides of her tongue with his own. She fought back with all her might, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth without caring for what happens in her own. It was a bloody, err, slimy battlefield. Hachiman was a genius, elite, OP killer. He had not only mastered strategies of war but also the art of lovemaking. Seven years without anything sexual the R-18 novels that were sometimes delivered by the locals tended to make the guys a bit horny.
Their lips separated. Komachi had a look of complete utter euphoria on her face as she once again buried her face in his neck. "I love you so much," he said in the most seducing voice he possibly could, and lightly bit her ear.
"AAAHHHHNNN!" she moaned quite loudly, gradually losing consciousness, while still on top of him.
"Huh? Komachi?" Hachiman shook her lightly but stopped when he saw the peaceful smile on his sleeping lover's face. "Guess we'll just end it here tonight" he stated as he also felt a sense of fatigue wash over him, slowly falling asleep.
