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Kisshouin Takateru
I have a little sister who's 7 years younger. That sister's been acting strangely recently.
Thanks to being spoiled by my parents, she's a selfish and cheeky kid. Being around my mom all the time, she's a mini-version of her in her thought process and interests. I coldly looked on believing that she'd grow up to be an elitist, overly proud young lady that I often see around school.
I admire my parents and hold them dear, but I can't get used to them looking down on people as beneath them. Those are the people who support the Kisshouin corporation. I'm the eldest son, so I'll probably take over the family and company in the future. When that happens, I might have to break with my father's way of doing things.
Back to my little sister. I thought of her as a miniature version of my mom, but she changed around the time she started elementary school. How do I say it? She's become foolish in a good way. Is innocent a better way to describe her? And she's doing something secretly.
Her grades supposedly aren't bad. She used to be selfish and would complain about going to lessons, but she's been attending them diligently. She's acts reasonably for a six year old and occasionally says things too difficult for a kid. She looks very capable, if that's all we look at. But, she still acts strangely sometimes, and I find that fun. My recent hobby is observing that in my little sister.
My little sister was always attached to me, but she's gotten worse lately. When she sees me, she comes running to me looking so happy. She's like a puppy. Her invisible tail's wagging excitedly. She's cute, seeing so much genuine joy from her. She is my little sister, after all. And when I treated her nicely, she became even more attached. The spot next to me on the sofa is now her reserved seat.
One day, my little sister said that she wanted to attend cram school. She insisted that it be cram school instead of a tutor. The reasoning sounded suspicious. I could sense how much it meant to her, though, so I backed her up a little, and she beamed at me gratefully. I poked at her reasons with a little spite, and as expected, she became flustered. So she does have another reason. Not that it matters. I pointed out how her line of sight gives away her lies, and she visibly stiffened. Her reaction's too funny.
She looked like a foolish terracotta figure petrified with her mouth open, and I laughed. Maybe I should toss some food in that mouth when it happens next time. She did look to her upper right, but my little sister has another habit that she doesn't know about. When she tries to laugh off a lie, her dimple twitches. I only recently discovered this after spending more times with her. She probably hasn't realized this at all. But I don't intend to tell her. It's more fun that way.
On our summer trip, my little sister didn't want to swim in the ocean, due to not wanting a tan from my mother's influence, but she ran straight into the water. She probably wanted to show off the fruits of attending swim school, but drowned immediately. Went down like a brick, despite how confident she seemed. What are you doing, sis?
After that, I was worried, so I watched over her closely, but she discovered how to swim easily by climbing on my back. She'd command me to go this way and that on my back, so I occasionally let her go under the waves occasionally. She looked so foolish and funny struggling after the wave hit her. I apologized how I didn't see it coming, but she insisted that it wasn't my fault, but that it was the wave's fault. A dunce really is dearer…
My little sister never swam in the sea until this year when she stayed in the entire time, so she's darkened visibly. Mother might get angry, so I told her to put on sunscreen regularly, but she paid lip service while heading straight back in. As expected, seeing her completely dark, mother was shocked, and my little sister was left not knowing what to do. That's why I told you. You really are foolish.
One day, I got home and my parents were out. I went to the piano room and found my little sister joyously playing the flea waltz. She was even swinging to the tune adding weird lyrics like,"Bunchacha!" But when mother asked her at dinner what she was doing, she lied, "I was practicing my recital piece." Liar! That was the flea waltz! When did the recital piece turn into that!?
I'm really suspicious about what my little sister does when she's by herself.
On Valentines, she concentrated on checking the chocolates I got. She told me to show her the group photo, but no way. She smiled at me, a bit creepily.
She made some chocolates for me, too, but I hesitated, since I had exams coming up. She said that they were fine, since she had the help assist, so I took a gamble and had some…. It had no taste… How does a chocolate have no taste? My little sister beamed at me confidently asking me how it was, so I thanked her saying they were good.
…I wonder if she's going to make them herself next year… I have entrance exams coming up next year, so I should think of a way to get out of it.
The final piece is this.
One night, I woke up and went for some water. My little sister's left her door slightly ajar, and I heard some strange voice coming out. I glanced inside wondering, and in the room lit only by the bed light, my sister had her back turned to me sitting on the floor between the closet and bed laughing spookily…. I thought she was a monster.
She didn't notice me, and kept laughing while muttering something. She scared me, so I closed the door and went back to my room.
Is my little sister possessed by something?
I decided to watch over her for a while. And I decided not to approach her room at night.
There are other things going on, but watching my little sister really is fun.