Kami-Jutsu: The Yakuza's Son is Aware-Chapter 15: Everything I do is for Onii-sama!

A short while ago, someone came to look for Onii-sama.

And the way he owned up to also knowing this person? Suspicious.

I mean, Onii-sama has no one in his life but me.

When he went to meet the stranger, I slid over to the window upstairs in my room to assess the threat—whether a simple warning would suffice or if outright elimination would be more suitable.

To my shock and relief, it wasn’t some seductress or rival. Just a Wolf with constantly changing fur, standing like a man, seemingly speaking to Onii-sama.

No problem there. So I returned to the living room.

Then came the twist. The Wolf was suddenly introduced as Onii-sama’s pet dog.

That’s when I realized there might be a problem after all.

*

On the screen before me, the Wolf was moving and talking like a full-fledged human—babbling about strange prophecies and whatever nonsense those types think sound important.

From the footage, I pieced it together: Onii-sama was likely behind the massacre of that lowly Spider Mafia that’s been a thorn in our side lately.

I’m so proud of him. He’s growing up.

He was told to get stronger, and the next thing he did was go begging the whole family for help. So humble!

Apparently, he’s even going on another killing spree tonight.

Ah! He hasn’t eaten breakfast yet! I have to go feed him!

But before I left the room, I turned to Mai, who was still watching the screen.

SMASH!

I struck her with a club, fully intending to kill her in one clean blow.

Tsk. She escaped with her life. Just as the club came for her head, she used it like a spring and ruined the inertia.

"Ojou! Why?!" she cried, clutching her bleeding scalp.

"What do you mean why?" I said, walking toward her. "You now know Onii-sama is a serial killer, and that he’s backed by a supernatural Wolf—which basically makes him a god. Why should I trust you not to run your mouth?"

Mai was a good girl. A little too naive, but good. Almost as good as me.

But in this family, with that witch of a mother slithering around, it’s only a matter of time before Onii-sama’s path is obstructed.

I need to remove that possibility now.

"But I’ve kept your other secrets!" she sobbed. "The murder at Sesame Street... the murder at Central Park... the arson near that bridge... you stealing Ken-sama’s underwear regularly—"

"Enough accusations!" I bellowed. "You make it sound like I do these things for fun! Everything I do is for Onii-sama!"

"Yes, yes, I understand," she said, raising a hand. "And I... I still want to be by your side!"

"Tsk. Then prove it! Help me distract the witch so I can sneak into Onii-sama’s room tonight."

"I swear on my life, the mission is as good as complete."

And then, a string of events unfolded:

"Mai! What happened to your head?!"

"Sorry, Shizuka-sama, I tripped and fell in the bathroom."

"Liar! I know Najimi is behind this!"

"No, no!! Ojou didn’t smack me with a club just to silence me or anything!!"

*

It took a while to convince the witch that I was innocent, but the commotion ended up serving as an opportunity for me to enter Onii-sama’s room.

He had left, swearing to return before 10:00, but I know he won’t keep that promise. He never does.

Currently, it’s 9:30, and I’m under his sheets, wallowing in his divine scent and aura.

Ah, Onii-sama, I love you soooooooo much!!

You’re probably wondering why I love my Onii-sama so much, right? Even when society forbids biological siblings loving each other.

But I say, behead all those who make the rules!

I’ve personally tried to behead the witch many times, but she’s too strong. And she’s the greatest obstacle in the way of my love story with Onii-sama.

I didn’t used to be like this. I used to be a maiden oblivious to the pleasantries love brings.

* 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

I was 4 years old. Onii-sama was 6.

"Why are you frowning, Najimi?"

"Shut up, I’m not talking to you," I spat, glaring at Onii-sama.

He made a slight frown too. "But... whenever I see you looking like that, unhappy, it makes me feel sad too."

"As if! You abnormal child!" I stood up from the corridor. "I hate you! Be normal for once!"

I hated Onii-sama... because he was emotionless.

He never cries, never laughs, rarely frowns (if we can even call that a proper frown), and is almost never upset.

I hated it... that abnormality...

I envied it.

If I could not feel... if I couldn’t react to the world, I’d be satisfied.

The world is too... stimulating, yet boring.

I ran to the mountains one day, in anger, since the witch forced me to eat broccoli, which I hated.

But... embarrassing as it was, I got lost.

And the thought of dying there all alone suddenly felt terrifying.

Embarrassing as it was, I used to fear the boogeyman. And I thought he’d take me away to the netherworld.

I hid under a tree, holding my ears shut; birds cackled, things slithered, and trees scraped.

I was cold and shivering, and I honestly thought it was the end.

Until... I saw a small black puddle seeping toward me.

I giraffed, extending my neck to take a closer look.

It had the feel of staring at the night starry sky, glistening and void-like.

But then it tipped a part of itself, like a snail looking up, and suddenly shot out toward me.

I screamed and tried to peel it off, but it was impossible.

It was flowing into my mouth, ears, and nose; virtually every open part of my body.

I lay sprawled on the cold ground as some alien goo poured into my body from every direction.

I couldn’t breathe. I was suffocating.

"I am going to die alone, in the mountain,"

I thought, as everything blurred.

"Najimi!"

I heard Onii-sama’s voice tear through the silence.