I didn't want to get up. I was having too good a dream to want to. It's a shame I don't remember what it was about, but all I know is that it was something good, something that filled me with confidence.
I never would have woken up if it weren't for my alarm, which bothered me so much that I ended up snoozing for five more minutes. But that flew by, as I soon started hearing it again. Although it sounds a little odd, it's as if it's calling my name...
"Will you get up for the love of god?!"
An annoying voice very close to me was the one that woke me up completely, lifting the thin blanket I was covered with. I could also notice that I wasn't hugging my pillow, which was lying on the floor.
The last thing I noticed was how that same person grabbed my shoulders, then began to dig their nails into me like a savage.
"W-wait! Stop it, Amaya!"
At least, when I begged for mercy, my words were heard, and the beast stopped attacking my shoulders with its claws, bringing peace to my body … Or so I would say if she hadn't dug them into me for so long…
"I told you to stop doing that, you fucking idiot!"
"I'm so sorry Snow White doesn't want to wake up."
This behavior between us was nothing more than a habit, and everything we said was in jest; neither of us was really angry. Well, I was a little after that attack...
I'm still too sleepy to blame her for that, so I'll let it go for now...
"If I hadn't woken you up, you'd probably have stayed like a log here in bed."
"And is there any benefit 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—"
"Yes, yes, let's see if you're as proud and confident in yourself once you're looking for a job…"
"But I haven't even finished college!"
After a somewhat pointless exchange of words, I got out of bed and headed to my closet, where I would take out 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 a bad sense of fashion, although it kind of is.
"Oh, and Dad said that if you don't eat breakfast, he'll take away your computer. You're always skipping it, even I'm worried, ¡but just a teeny tiny bit!. Well, if you do skip breakfast, you won't be watching porn anime..." said my sister, who was still in my room after such a violation of my rights.
"And why do you say that as if you don't do the same?"
"Good point…"
There's no need to be so honest; there are MANY things I don't want to know about you, my dear sister.
I decided to completely ignore the non-excuse she said afterward, and I completely ignored her in the process. Two birds in one stone.
I'll also change clothes now... Im sure she'll mock me for just wearing a pajama if her mood's like this...
As I walked past her face, I left my white uniform shirt and pants on the bed, wanting to get dressed. It was September, so the summer uniform was still mandatory. It also wasn't cold enough to be wearing the autumn one.
I had to get dressed, so while I turned my back on whatever was at my door, I began to take off my pants-.
What's Amaya doing that she won't leave?
"Are you going all northern now?"
"I was just thinking of another insult to throw at you, but I give up," Amaya replied disappointedly, as she turned around, about to leave the room.
Ah, but she doesn't leave without making an unnecessary comment, even smiling now. "It's not like it's worth it to see what a pitiful little bug you have down there."
He said it in a mocking tone, of course, before running out of the room and closing the door. Before she left, all I had time to do was sigh.
And let it be known that I already know that I have a small one.
So, yeah, 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 worse when she was little. Amaya is the oldest by three years, so we're just about within the age range where it's not unusual for us to get together. People who know us should be weirded out for age anyway, we're brothers, after all, and we share quite a few tastes and sense of humor too. This girl is very strange.
She says I gave it to her, the strange thing, although she probably would have been the way she is now even if I weren't around, except she wouldn't be able to show it. I think she's given me more than I've given her.
I even feel so unkind, I couldn't like her more, and I couldn't ask for a better sister either. The only downside to her existence is that she physically abuses me, aside from the fact that my friends can mess with her or say that my sister will make us a family. And by my friends, I mean one guy in particular.
It's not like Amaya and the rest of them don't get along. Sometimes she even goes out with the group, even if forced, but she mostly hangs out in her room, and when she does go out with us,. I do pretty much the same thing, except I go out more than she, 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 had asked me to do.
"Oh, Amaya! Dad asked me to make you eat breakfast!… Again…"
"Huh? No! I'm fine without breakfast!" He called out from the living room.
"At this rate, you're gonna die out of hunger!"
"The only one who's going to die if you say that is you."
"Y-yes…" How scary! Why is she 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 a dirty look.
Yeah… She's really in a good mood today… I thought as my hands trembled.
I always eat the toast first and then the 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.
Still with my hand trembling from my sister's loving gaze, 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…" She said Amaya, a little disgusted and disappointed, her gaze piercing my soul. Enough already!
"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, nothing dripped onto the floor. Even so, the table was soaked.
"My fault?! But you're the butterfingers!... Hehe, yeah... since you like it so much, now you're sweating butter..."
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 the whole table and the bottom of the plate clean. For the rest, I was going to throw away the toast and rinse the plate and the glass.
"Ohhh, you're going to waste the toast? And you love toast with milk and butter so much!" Each time, her voice grew more and more sarcastic and mocking.
"I'm going to throw it in your face and tell Dad you ate something!"
I rushed out of the living room before she could even think about attacking me.
"At this rate, I'll kill you!" she yelled from the living room.
"You bring it on yourself!" I said incredulously, at the sheer stupidity of the person I was talking to.
After throwing away the toast and cleaning the plate, the glass, and my hands, I went upstairs to wash my face and brush my teeth.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I combed my hair a bit, 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, a centimeter short. She always laughs at me just for being a little taller than me. I could only describe my face as gentle, yet also rugged—that's two things in one.
I was sure I 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 extended slightly outwards at the sides, and if I let my bangs grow for a few months, they'd cover my left eye. I certainly don't put any effort into styling it at all, and most of the time I don't even know where it ends up.
I straighten it so it lies flat, the ends stick out, and that's it. It was also the same black color as Amaya's, though I hadn't dyed it.
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 usual. I have a fast metabolism, and I hardly gain any weight.
I looked away from the mirror when I finished brushing 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, my sister is so cute!
"I'm coming! ... Tsk, can't I even wash up yet?"
"I heard you!" she shouted, now a little annoyed.
I ran to my room to grab my school bag and rushed downstairs.