That stupid runt who reunited with me after 10 years is now transformed into a beautiful and innocent high school girl - Chapter 43: A Child’s Intuition

A Child’s Intuition

1

When I think about it more carefully, I feel that lately Onee has been acting really weird.

There are times when she has a weird smile on her face, and the difference between her good mood and bad mood is quite drastic. And just recently she has started reading some suspicious prediction books as well.

Usually she would stay at home most of the time and read novels, but lately she has been coming home late more frequently than ever.

Given my two years of experience as a Cha0 reader, there is no doubt in my mind that something is going on.

[TL notes: Tarot Card?]

　This is definitely because of a man.

“Suspicious.”

“Eh? What is?”

　After dinner, Onee was watching TV in the living room while drinking a glass of hot milk.

It had been a week since I saw my sister with an old man I do not know about at a festival together.

Misora was spending her days in distress.

Even if she wanted to ask her for details, she couldn’t open up the conversation because she didn’t know anything about the man — and moreover, since he was an old man to boot, it became a bit of a hurdle for her to get to the bottom of it.

“What’s wrong with you, suddenly calling suspicious?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Weird, Misora.”

In the living room, there were both Mom and Dad. and if I go and ask “Are you in a relationship with the old man?”, it would create a serious crisis in the family home.

“Misora, would you like to take a bath soon?”

　Mom asks.

“Un.”

　I head for the bath with Mom.

“Say, Mom?”

I asked as I soaked in the bathtub with Mom.

“What is it?”

“How much age difference do you have between you and papa?”

“What’s this all of a sudden?”

“Just tell me.”

“Well, since Mom is 40 and Dad is 45, so there’s a five-year age difference.”

“Fuu~un.”

　That’s a big difference. But five years old. Even if it’s that big, it’s still okay ……

But by the looks of it, the difference between the old man and Onee felt about 10 years.

“Just what if, I told you that I want to go out with a nineteen year old man now; What would you do?”

“I’d probably file a complaint with the police… I guess.”

[TL notes: RIP Yuu~nii, even as brat they were pain, now as adult they will be pain LOL.]

　Mom answered immediately.

“Eh, Then what about what about a fourteen year older old man?”

“I would call the police on that too.”

“ehhh~”

Then Onee is in a big trouble, too. If Mom finds out, she’ll call the police immediately. Moreover, Mahiru was there with them as well.

……

　And since Mahiru-chan was with im as well. ……

“Adultery!”

“What’s wrong with you really, Misora?”

　2

“Ah, Moshi~moshi, Mahiru-chan?”

　After the fourth outgoing call, I finally got through.

“Ah, Misora-chan?”

“I finally got through.”

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t notice you as my phone was on silent mode.”

“Say, Mahiru-chan, when can I see you next time?”

“Uu~un, let’s see. If it’s tomorrow, I have my clubs off.”

“Then can I go hang out with you tomorrow after school?”

“Sure.”

“Really? Then, see you tomorrow.”

“Oki~ dokey~.”

After thinking about it calmly, I don’t think that Mahiru-chan would go out with an old man. That cool, beautiful, and stylish Mahiru would never go out with an old guy who looks like he’s gloomy and in another world.

However, it is also true that she seemed to be getting along well with the old man. I wonder just what was going on there.

If he was involved with both Onee and Mahiru, then maybe he was a teacher at the school?

But normally you wouldn’t hold hands with your teacher, would you?

I wonder if that old man is the boyfriend of either one of them after all.

　I can’t ask Onee directly about this kind of thing.

　And there’s the possibility of adultery, as well.

　Oh well. I’ll ask her directly tomorrow and know the matter for sure.

　3

　The next day.

　I visited her house.

“Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Heeh? What are you getting all so formal. Do you want to ask me about game completing strategies or something?”

“Do you have a boyfriend, Mahiru-chan?”

“eh?”

　Her face turns red. So easy to read.

“N–n-No… I don’t —have any.” 

But this reaction definitely means something. I should boldly ask her.

“At the festival the other day, you were with an old man weren’t you ……. Who was that guy?”

“What do you mean by ‘old man’ …… Aa, Aaaah, mou~ Old man… an old man huh.”

“You were holding hands with him though, weren’t you?”

“…… Un.”

The always so lively Mahiru-chan started getting a little fidgety.

“Is he really not your boyfriend?”

“N-n-n-n-no, Not, at, all.”

　Her reaction are so adorable.

“Then what is even that guy in the first place?”

Mahiru, while playing with the wristband on her left hand, said, 

“Well, he’s someone who is very important to me, I guess.”

　An embarrassed look on her face that is almost unimaginable from the sharp, sharp-mannered Mahiru-chan as she usually is.

　My head was filled with “question” marks all around.

“……?”

“Haven’t you heard anything from Mio or anyone yet?”

“Un.”

“I see, it’s true that Misora chan wasn’t born at that time after all.”

　I don’t know what it is, but Mahiru-chan’s eyes became as if she was staring into something distant.

“If I talk about it, it’s going to be a long story—-.” 

　＊

　Mio was running around in the dimly-lit night.

　I stayed there for too long again today.

　I have to get home asap.

“I’m home.”

　When I returned home, I found Misora again lounging in my room lazily. On the bed, manga were scattered in a mess, and on top of the table was a bag of snacks that she had not yet consumed fully.

“Welcome back.”

“Oh, mou Misora. I always tell you to put your books away after you read them didn’t I,……, ah, I always tell you not to open them vertically like this because then you will have to finish eating them completely.”

　Seriously, this little dip s&^t~.

“Yes, ye~s.”

　Misora shows an expression of “yare yare”.

“Welp, don’t give up.”

“eh?”

“Since Onee has not only this attitude, but also stubbornness after all.”

What is she talking about?

“Yuu~nii, was it?”

” ……! Misora, ju—just from where.”

“I heard it from Mahichan. I heard that you used to be a little shit huh. Fufu~.”

Misora gets off from my bed, pats me on the shoulder and walks out of my room.

This, this is bad.

Just how far has she heard about my bratty childhood episodes?

　If she hears about that story, and that story, my dignity as an elder sister would plummet to none.

　And then, Misora might become even more bratty than she is now. ……

“Wait a minute, Misora, wait right there~!”