Chapter 2 : Somethings ... wrong

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

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

Chapter 2 : Somethings ... Wrong

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Frey woke up slowly, his brow furrowed in discomfort. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, blinking repeatedly as his vision cleared. As he sat up in bed, a sharp ache shot through his head, and his entire body felt heavy and stiff.

"Ugh, everything hurts," Frey muttered to himself. He stood up unsteadily and walked toward the small desk in the corner of his room. He grabbed a bottle of water, drinking it down greedily while trying to piece together the fragments of last night.

He tried to remember what he had done before falling asleep, but no matter how hard he pushed his brain, the result was like a blank wall.

Giving up for now, Frey grabbed a towel from the back of his door and stepped out of his room, yawning as he headed toward the bathroom.

However, he froze in the middle of the hallway.

A strange sound was coming from the kitchen. It was the clinking of pans and the sizzling of food, accompanied by someone humming a soft, cheerful tune. For four years, Frey had been the only one to ever touch the stove. He was the one who cooked every single meal in this house. The sheer impossibility of the situation made him move toward the kitchen with cautious, curious steps.

There, he saw his sister.

Rika was wearing a pink apron, her long black hair tied up neatly in a ponytail. She moved around the kitchen with a grace he hadn't seen in years.

"Rika?" Frey called out, his voice thick with shock.

Rika turned around immediately.

When she saw that he was awake, her face lit up with a warm, radiant smile. "Morning, Brother!"

Frey stood rooted to the spot, his mind reeling. Was he hallucinating? Rika was cooking, and more shockingly... she had just smiled at him. She hadn't given him a single kind look, let alone a smile, since the day of the accident.

Rika went back to her task, moving left and right to gather plates. Even though she still limped—her right leg dragging slightly as she moved—she seemed completely unbothered by it.

Frey still couldn't believe his eyes. He wondered if he was trapped in a lucid dream. Terrified that this was just a trick of his mind, he hurried to the bathroom. He showered as fast as possible, scrubbing his face and thinking that once he was fully awake, this "mirage" of a kind Rika would disappear.

After dressing, he went back to the kitchen, his heart pounding. This time, he saw that Rika had finished. Two plates of food sat on the table along with two glasses of iced tea.

"Rika?" Frey called out again, his gaze sharp and searching.

"Hmm?" Rika looked at him, her expression soft and gentle.

Frey walked over to her and grabbed both of her shoulders, staring intensely into her eyes, trying to find a sign of the hatred that usually lived there.

"E-eh? What is it, Brother?" Rika asked, looking confused by his intensity."

"You..."

Suddenly, a fragment of a memory flashed in his mind like a lightning bolt. He heard Rika’s voice from the night before: "Brother, I’m going to love you so so much."

Driven by that sudden memory, the question slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

"Rika? Do you... do you love me?"

The moment the words left his lips, Frey flinched and stepped back. He instinctively braced himself for the usual impact, the insults, the cold glare, or the scream of "I hate you."

But instead, Rika let out a soft, melodic giggle.

"Hihihi! Oh, Brother. You’re so funny. Isn't that obvious? I love you very, very much."

"Hu-huuuh??" Frey’s jaw dropped. He was completely lost.

Rika walked closer to him. She took his hand gently and led him to a chair, pushing him down to sit. Frey was too stunned to resist, he just sat there like a doll.

Frey stared at the plate of food in front of him, then back at Rika, who sat down across from him. She met his gaze with a smile so beautiful it made his breath hitch. For the first time in years, Frey felt a flush of heat creep into his cheeks. He hurriedly grabbed his iced tea and took a long drink, trying to calm his racing heart. Rika giggled again at his reaction.

Frey took a deep breath, trying to be realistic. He prepared himself for the "price" of this kindness.

"Alright, Rika. What is it that you want?" he asked gently. "I’ll do my best to buy it for you, whatever it is."

Rika didn't answer right away. She just kept staring at him with that same peaceful smile for several minutes. When the silence grew too long, Frey stood up, walked to her side, and sat down right next to her.

"It’s okay. Just tell me. I won't be mad," he said, smiling back at her.

Rika felt a surge of happiness blooming in her chest. She leaned her head against Frey’s shoulder, closing her eyes as if she had finally found the most comfortable place in the world.

"I just want you to spend more time with me, Brother," she whispered.

She looked so content, so at peace, that Frey’s mind went into overdrive trying to find a reason for this change. But in the end, he stopped thinking. He simply stayed still, letting Rika lean on him for as long as she wanted.

Slowly, Rika began to speak, her voice soft and trembling. She told him about a horrific scene she had witnessed at school the day before. Right in front of the school gates, a speeding truck had lost control, crushing a small car against a concrete wall.

Rika described it with such vivid detail that Frey could almost hear the screeching tires and the sound of breaking glass.

"I saw them being pulled from the wreckage, Brother," Rika whispered, her eyes filling with fresh tears as she leaned more of her weight against Frey’s shoulder.

"A brother and a sister. The brother... he was covered in blood. He had used his own body to shield his sister from the impact. His face was torn, and his arm was crushed, but he was still holding onto her hand until the very second his heart stopped."

She paused, a choked sob escaping her lips. "The sister wasn't hurt at all, but she was screaming. She was clutching his lifeless, cold body, begging him to wake up. She kept screaming that she was sorry for all the mean things she had said to him that morning. She looked so desperate, so full of regret, because her last words to the person who died for her were words of hatred."

Rika’s grip on Frey’s shirt tightened until her knuckles turned white.

"Seeing them... it made something inside me snap," she sobbed.

"I looked at her and I saw myself. I looked at that brother, broken and scarred to protect his sister, and all I could see was you. I realized that if I lost you today, my last words to you would have been 'I wish you were never born.' The thought of that... it felt like a blade twisting in my heart. I couldn't breathe, Brother. I realized I’ve been a monster to the only person who truly loves me."

Frey didn't say a word. He felt a lump form in his throat, and his own eyes began to sting. He just listened, his heart aching for the pain she was describing, as he gently ran his hand through her hair in a soothing motion. He had lived for years wanting her to understand his love, and hearing that she finally saw him felt like a miracle he didn't deserve.

Then, She started to reminisce about their childhood. The memories from a time when they were still innocent and small.

It's was a memory when they got lost in the dense, ancient forest behind their grandparents' old house. They were just children then, driven by a recklessness that only the innocent possess.

"Do you remember the 'Glowing Crsytal', Brother?" Rika whispered. "We wandered so deep that the sunlight couldn't reach the forest anymore. We were terrified, crying and shivering in the dark... until we saw it."

She described how they had stumbled into a clearing where a massive, ancient tree stood. It didn't look like the other trees, its bark was silver, and its leaves seemed to pulse with a faint, ethereal violet light. High up in the highest branches, wedged within a hollow of the trunk, sat a shimmering purple crystal. It sparkled with a rhythmic glow, like the beating heart of a fallen star.

"You saw how much I wanted it," Rika continued, her voice thick with emotion. "I was just a little girl pointing at a pretty rock, but you... you didn't hesitate."

Frey remember about that memory. He was only nine years old, his small hands bleeding as he gripped the jagged, silver bark. The tree was unnaturally tall. He had risked his life, ignoring the cold and the heights, just to reach that glowing shard.

When he finally crawled back down. He had placed the warm, pulsing crystal into Rika’s hands.

"You told me it was a star that fell just for me," Rika said, her hand instinctively moving to her chest.

"You said that as long as I had this, I would never be lost in the dark again. Even through these last four years... even when I told you I hated you... I never took it off. I turned it into this necklace because it was the only piece of 'home' I had left. It was the only proof that you once loved me, even if I didn't deserve it."

Frey was stunned. He was amazed that she still remembered such a specific detail from when she was only six and he was nine. A genuine, warm smile spread across his face, his eyes softening with nostalgia.

But then, the weight of her regret poured out.

Rika began to cry harder, her apologies coming in frantic whispers. She clung to Frey’s arm, holding him as if he were the only thing keeping her from drowning. She spoke about how cruel she had been, listing the terrible things she had said and done to him over the last four years. She sobbed about her fear, her terrifying fear that Frey would eventually leave her. She promised, over and over again, that she would change. She promised to become a better person and to repay every bit of kindness he had ever shown her. As long Frey never leave her.

Before long, Frey found himself crying too. He pulled his sister into a tight embrace, overwhelmed by how beautiful and kind she seemed in that moment. Rika, held firmly in his arms, whispered her gratitude.

She told him she was finally ready to accept the truth, that their parents were gone, and that from now on, they had to fight side-by-side to survive this world.

Frey felt a level of happiness he hadn't experienced since before the accident. He smiled through his tears, feeling a profound sense of pride in the woman his sister was becoming.

For several minutes, they sat in a comfortable silence, the only sound being their was steady breathing. Frey continued to stroke her head, and Rika looked as though she were in paradise.

Eventually, they pulled apart, sharing one last smile before turning their attention back to the breakfast Rika had prepared. They ate in silence of a golden warm light.

As the morning went on, Frey realized why Rika wasn't at school, it was a public holiday. By a stroke of luck, Frey also had a two-day break from his exhausting job at the restaurant.

For the rest of the day, they did everything together. They washed the dishes, did the laundry, and scrubbed the house until it sparkled. They laughed and talked, enjoying the simple "brother-sister" time that had been stolen from them for so long.

All the chores were finally finished, and a peaceful silence settled over the house. Frey sat on the living room sofa, his legs serving as a pillow for Rika, who was completely absorbed in her phone.

Frey looked down at her, a faint smile constantly playing on his lips. Seeing her so relaxed, so normal, felt like a dream he never wanted to wake up from. He eventually turned his attention back to the TV, which was broadcasting the midday news. For ten minutes, everything was mundane, until a breaking news report made his blood run cold.

"Late last night, a horrific and brutal suicide was broadcasted via live stream by three female students from Miyako High School," the news anchor reported, her voice grim.

"The victims, identified as CR, DN, and PN, appeared to assist one another in a series of gruesome and sadistic acts. The fifteen-minute video has continued to spread across the internet despite efforts to take it down. The footage, filmed on school grounds, shows the girls repeatedly crying and begging for forgiveness throughout the entire process."

Frey sat frozen, his eyes glued to the screen as blurry images of the school bathroom appeared.

"The police and the victims' families are still investigating the motive behind this tragedy," the anchor continued.

"Local residents and netizens believe the girls may have been coerced into doing this. According to those who knew them, it is highly unlikely that these three would ever—"

Frey was leaning in, listening to every detail with a growing sense of dread. He remembered those initials, and those face. Those were the girls who had bullied Rika just yesterday. Suddenly, Rika’s voice sliced through the tension, causing Frey to snap his head toward her.

"Oh, I know about that case," Rika said casually, not even looking up from her screen.

"Actually, I watched it 'live on the spot' last night."

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— KS