Chapter 1 : She's back

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After Returning From Another World, My Sister Become Obsessed With Me

Genre : Phychological, Thriller, Gore, Romance, Supranatural, super power

Chapter 1 : She's back

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"Stop! I beg you! Just stop!" a girl screamed.

She was on her knees, her head forced back as one of the bullies grabbed her hair. Two other girls stood over her, laughing. Her white school uniform was covered in dirty footprints from being kicked and stepped on. Suddenly, one of the girls poured a bucket of water over her head, soaking her clothes completely.

"Your pretty face makes me sick!" one of them hissed. "Don't you dare flirt with the boys in class!"

"And don't forget, you’re just a cripple with no parents. You’re nothing but a pathetic orphan!"

The three bullies walked out of the bathroom, leaving the girl alone.

She sat there on the wet floor, crying with a face full of hidden rage. After a few minutes, she forced herself up. She tried to clean her wet clothes and messy hair as best as she could. When she walked out, she was limping. Her right leg was bent at an odd angle, making every step look painful and strange. She was beautiful, but that beauty was exactly why people hated her and bullied her every day.

In another part of the school, a young man was talking to the security guard. He wore a mask to cover the lower half of his face. Even so, the red, scarred skin from a severe burn could still be seen peeking from behind the edges of the mask.

Once the guard let him in, the man, his name Frey, Ran toward Classroom 12-C. He was holding a lunchbox. As he ran through the hallways, students started to point and whisper.

"Hey, look! The Ugly Face is back!"

"Is he here to visit his crippled sister again?"

"Haha, they really are the perfect pair. One is burnt, the other is broken. Both are disgusting!"

Frey ignored them. His only goal was to put the lunchbox his sister had forgotten into her locker. He tried to move fast to avoid more attention, but then he saw her. He saw a girl walking with a heavy limp further down the hall. Her clothes were wet, her hair was a mess, and he could see muddy shoe prints all over her white shirt.

Frey forgot all the rules. He forgot that his sister, Rika, had forbidden him from talking to her at school. He ran and blocked her path, his face full of worry.

"Rika! What happened? Are you okay?!"

Rika’s eyes, which had looked dead and hopeless just a second ago, suddenly filled with pure hatred. Вut she didn't say anything. She tried to walk past him as if he were a stranger. Frey grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Did they bully you again?!" Frey asked, his voice shaking with anger.

Rika snapped. She violently slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!"

Frey froze. Rika stepped closer, pointing her finger right at his face.

"Why are you acting like you care now? HUH?!"

"Of course I care! I’m your brother!"

That made Rika even angrier. She reached out, grabbed Frey’s mask, and ripped it off his face. She threw it onto the floor.

Students in the hallway stopped to watch. A crowd began to form, all of them staring at the horrific burn scars on Frey’s face.

"Look at yourself! Look at your disgusting, ugly face!" Rika screamed.

"Then look at my ruined leg! Whose fault do you think this is? Who caused all of this?!"

Frey couldn't say a word. He stood there, looking at the floor in silence. Rika began to cry, but her voice only got louder.

"If that accident four years ago never happened, our parents would still be alive. I would be happy! I would be the star of this school! This is all your fault! I wish you weren't there that day! I wish you were never born!"

Frey felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He was paralyzed by the pain of her words. Rika walked past him, whispering one last thing into his ear.

"Don't ever pretend to be worried about me again. You make me sick."

Frey stood alone in the middle of the hallway, watching her walk away. He pressed his hand against his chest, trying to stop the ache inside. For four years, he had lived in this hell. The accident had killed their parents, crippled Rika’s leg, and left his face and shoulder covered in permanent burn scars.

That accident was the reason everything was ruined right now. Frey knew perfectly well it was his fault. He was the one who accidentally bumped into his father while he was driving, causing the car to veer into the oncoming lane. When the panic broke out, the car carrying his whole family plunged into a ravine.

Because he felt responsible, Frey never fought back against his sister’s harsh words. He accepted all the pain and covered it with a sense of duty. This duty was the only thing that kept him going. He was the one who paid for their food and school every day. Even though he had very little free time and was always exhausted, he did it all to pay for his past mistakes.

Frey’s only goal in life now was to make his sister happy. That was the last wish of his parents before they died in his arms. Even though his parents told him not to blame himself, he couldn't help it.

... Especially every time he saw the hatred in his sister's eyes. Whether he had to be a brother, a father, or a mother, Frey would do anything to make Rika happy.

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Ringgg!!

A phone ringtone suddenly went off, snapping Frey out of his thoughts. He quickly answered it.

"Frey! Where are you? Your shift is about to start!" a man’s voice shouted from the phone.

Frey checked the time. "Damn! It's late! Thanks for reminding me, man!"

"No problem, just get here fast. There’s a mountain of dirty dishes, and we need an extra cook to handle the chicken in the fridge!"

"Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way."

"Got it."

Frey hung up and rushed to put his sister’s lunchbox in her locker. After that, he immediately left for the restaurant where he worked on his favorite motorcycle.

Hours later, as night fell, the sound of someone running could be heard along the sidewalk. It was already 11:23 PM. Frey was covered in sweat, but he had a wide smile on his face. He was holding a gift box with a blue ribbon.

"Finally! After seven months of saving up, I finally bought it!" Frey whispered to himself. It was the latest, most stylish smartphone that Rika had been wanting for a long time. "I hope this will make her open her heart to me, even just a little."

Frey sprinted toward his motorcycle, his heart racing with excitement. He didn't care about the exhaustion from his long shift or how his muscles ached from standing all day. All he could think about was the gift in his hand. When he arrived home, he quietly slipped inside with a bright smile hidden behind his mask. He carefully placed the gift box on the table in the living room, making sure the blue ribbon looked perfect. On top of the box, he left a small note. It's about a simple message telling Rika how much he loved her and how much he wanted her to be happy.

With his heart full of hope, Frey walked toward Rika’s bedroom. But as he approached, he stopped. A sliver of light was still bleeding out from under her door. It was past midnight. And Rika should have been asleep hours ago.

Frey reached for the doorknob and turned it, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked from the inside. Then, a sound reached his ears, it's was a soft, ragged sobbing. Its slind rhythmic, like a choked sound when someone in physical agony.

A cold shiver ran down Frey’s spine. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

He sprinted to his own room, his hands trembling as he searched for the spare key. Once he found it, he rushed back and fumbled with the lock until the door finally clicked open. He burst into the room and saw Rika sitting on the floor with her back to him. Her white nightgown looked clean from behind, but the sobbing continued, more desperate than before.

Then, Frey looked down.

The floor around Rika was no longer white. A dark, thick pool of crimson blood was spreading across the tiles, staining the grout. Right next to her, a silver cutter lay discarded, its blade coated in wet, fresh blood.

Frey’s pupils dilated in pure horror. His breath hitched in his throat. He lunged forward, scrambling across the floor to get in front of her. When he saw the full extent of the damage, his worry turned into a scream of raw, panicked anger.

"YOU FOOL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Frey roared, his voice cracking with terror.

Rika’s face was ghostly pale. Both of her wrists has a deep, jagged gashes torn wide open, and her blood was still flowing out, drenching her lap and the floor. She had cut herself so many times that the skin looked like it was falling apart.

Frey grabbed Rika’s blanket and ripped it apart with all his strength. But still, Rika didn't move. her eyes were dull and fixed on the floor. Frey grabbed her left hand, trying to wrap the torn cloth as tightly as he could to stop the heavy bleeding. But before he could tie the knot, he felt something warm on his cheek, it was Rika’s right hand.

Frey held her hand, looking into her face. Tears were streaming down his face, but Rika was smiling. For the first time, her eyes weren't filled with hatred toward frey. They were warm this time.

"Brother!" Rika whispered. She leaned forward and hugged him, resting her bleeding arms over his shoulders.

The cloth Frey had tried to tie fell away, and blood began to soak into his clothes, staining his neck and chest.

"Don't move! You’re making the wounds worse!" Frey tried to push her back gently, but Rika locked her hands together behind his neck.

She held him close, their faces only inches apart.

"Rika! What are you doing? Please... let me cover the wounds," Frey sobbed, his voice breaking. "I can't lose you. You’re the only reason I’m still alive."

Seeing his desperation, Rika’s smile grew wider. "Finally... after a whole thousand years. I can feel this warmth again."

Frey was confused. He was crying harder than ever, but Rika looked genuinely happy.

"This is it! This is the feeling I’ve been looking for! Warmth, care, and love," Rika said firmly.

Frey didn't understand what she meant, but he was too exhausted and heartbroken to ask. He sat there, slumped on the floor, feeling the weight of the world crashing down.

Rika hugged him again, cradling him. She looked at her bleeding wrists. For a split second, her eyes glowed a sharp purple. Instantly, the deep, jagged cuts on both of her arms began to knit together. Within half a seconds, the wounds vanished. She reached out and stroked her brother’s head as he sobbed against her.

"Don't worry, Brother. Rika is okay."

"How can I not worry? You were... you were hurt like that. I was so scared of losing you," Frey choked out, hugging her back as tightly as he could.

Rika knew he loved her, but she hadn't realized his love was this deep. Seeing him so broken because of her made her love him even more.

"I'm really okay, Brother. Look at me." Rika pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"That's impossible, with all that blood..." Frey started to say, but Rika stopped him. She placed her hand on his scarred cheek, stroking it gently. Frey’s eyes traveled down to her wrists. The deep gashes he had seen just moments ago were gone. There wasn't even a scar. He grabbed her other hand, it was also perfectly healed.

A look of pure relief washed over Frey’s face. He didn't care how it happened or what kind of miracle it was. All he cared about was that his sister was safe. He pulled her into a fierce hug.

"Thank God! Thank God!" he cried out in joy.

Rika was surprised for a moment. She realized now that his love was unconditional. It makes her smile even more.

Magic, miracles, or strangeness. Frey didn't care as long as she was okay. She smiled and hugged him back.

"You really love me, don't you, Brother? Then, Rika will love you much, much more!!" she said happily.

"Do you ... really? Do you really love me too?" Frey asked, needing to Ensure the words. Because for years, he never even once heard it.

"You're so cute, Brother. Of course I do. I love you so much," Rika answered, her eyes glowing with a strange red-light, but it was warmth.

Suddenly, Rika held her right hand in front of Frey’s face. A bright white light flashed from her palm.

Tafter seeing that, Frey’s eyes closed instantly, and his body went limp in her arms. Rika caught him gently.

"Sleep, Brother. I know you're exhausted from work. Sweet dreams," she whispered and then kissing his cheek.

With ease, Rika carried his body back to his room and tucked him into bed. She returned to her room, which was still covered in blood. With a simple snap of her fingers, she muttered a single word: "Clean."

Instantly, the blood vanished. The room was spotless, as if nothing had ever happened.

Rika’s expression shifted. The warmth was gone, replaced by a cold, cruel gaze that belonged to the world she had just come from. She floated through the wall and out into the night.

"Now, it's time for revenge. I'll start with the ones from this morning. They will pay for every insult."

In a flash, Rika vanished into the darkness. Tonight, the city would see blood.

›› TO BE CONTINUE ‹‹

— KS

(Kazehiro Shinji)