Hello~...

Yeah...I'm just so bored...

Nothing to see here, just move along...

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Seriously.

Just move on to the actual story. You're wasting your time here.

Disclaimer: "Nevar-Nevar!" -shot-


I started to whistle me and Onii-chan's favorite song, "Never!".

"Dai~suki, suki~..." I bobbed my head to the rhythm, cracking an egg open on the side of the pan.

I grabbed a banana and knife, then started chopping pieces of it into the egg whites/yolk.

Onii-chan just loved bananas, and I knew he loved to have so many in his breakfast in the morning, and it made him stay awake in the mornings.

I giggled quietly at what Onii-chan once said to me about bananas.

"'I've once read online that bananas actually make a person feel happy'!" I tried to imitate his voice, but failed, because I was giggling too much.

"Oh~, Onii-chan~...You're just so cute... " I sighed happily, tossing a few more banana slices in the pan.

I vaguely wondered if I should cook Gumi something, but I remembered that she probably already ate breakfast with her beloved Gumo.

Pausing from frying the egg for a moment, I saw that it's been a long time since me and Onii-chan spent time together.

I wonder why?

Well...that girl is-

No way.

Just, no way, would Onii-chan really fall for that-

Scckk!

The loud scraping of the spatula against the metal pan jarred me back into reality.

"Eek!" I quickly flipped the omelet onto the dish besides the stove, hoping that I didn't burn it.

"Stupid, stupid Rin!" I scolded myself angrily.

"What if you burned Onii-chan's omelet?! That wouldn't have made you look like a good girl!" I didn't even notice how awkwardly bent the spatula in my right hand looked.


As I quickly ran down the stairs, I jumped the last few steps, my yellow tail almost smacking my face as I bolted for the kitchen.

Slamming the white door open, I burst into the kitchen, and yelled; "What happened? Was anyone hurt? Do I need to call the fire department or something?"

My little sister, stood there, frozen at the stove, something metal in her hand, and a plate in the other.

"...Ah, Onii-chan," she stated blankly in surprise, turning around and blinking at me once.

Alright...she looked fine...

What about the rest of the room?

My eyes started to assess the kitchen slowly, not wanting to miss even a single injury to the room, or Rin.

The tension in my shoulders started to fade away when I realized that I just overreacted at the loud noise.

"...Onii-chan, breakfast is ready, but it's a little hot, so I think you should wait for it to either cool down, or I c-"

I knew what she was going to say.

"Thanks Rin," her face brightened for a split second, makin me feel slightly bad for what I was going to say, "but no thanks, I have to check on the garden and all," I smiled carefully, trying not to hurt any feelings, "so they won't be overrun with weeds. We don't want our beautiful roses gone, do we?"

Rin hesitated. "But, I-"

"I have to check it, because I haven't checked up on the garden for a few days. If it's overrun with weeds, neither of us might not be able to pick from the orange tree in the backyard anymore," I reminded her gently.

She looked slightly torn between the two decisions, and I felt slightly bad to make her look like that.

"Oranges..." she finally mumbled, turning back to the stove to flip the pancake over.

"Alright, I'll come back to eat breakfast in a few minutes. Let me know when it cools back down," I said softly, slowly backing out of the door to the backyard.

When I was finally outside, and near the orange tree, I let out a heavy sigh.

That look on her face when she was deciding me or oranges...

It was that...lost...helpless face she had when she was little, when she was scared over choosing something, and ended up always getting me to help her.

...She...She hasn't made that face for a long time, since our parents died.

I chewed on my lip with my front teeth.

I still don't get it.

How Rin ended up getting a crush on me, and how...how everything just changes so fast.

One second, we're getting ready for our birthday party, and the next, we're at our parent's funeral.

Sighing, I ran another hand through my still-messy blonde hair and started to check up on the gardens.


Sheesh...I am so slow with this story...Gah. This chapter is barely 800 words. Argh. I wanted to add something else to this chapter, but...I thought it might be best to leave it like this. *sigh*

Please, please, please review! Seriously, just like any other author, I crave reviews about my writing, and I try to give reviews to some of you! (Even if it's a pretty lame review.)

Really, nothing makes my day more than getting a Email about a review on this story that says, "Yandere!"

...Yeah, I'm in a kinda bad mood today, regarding something involving a certain know-it-all short blonde boy, a notebook of mine, and some glasses on the bus.

Let's just say I have to go get my glasses fixed, again, and I'm never bringing them to school again, nor am I wearing them out of my house again. (I don't need to wear glasses, but they just make my vision better.)

But really. Nothing makes my day more than having a email that tells me that a review that states this story is a Yandere story.

Yes, having someone tell me that a story called "Yandere with a Brother Complex" is yandere is not obvious.

That was probably mean, wasn't it...*is in a really bad mood today*