Brought to you by Noir

Episode 55

I lost my parents when I was young and was taken in by Nii-san’s father, who also happened to be my parents’ best friend.

It all happened when I was in elementary school, around the 4th grade, I think?

Well, through many hurdles and resolutions, I finally left my hometown and was brought into a foreign land.

A foreign land, a foreign language, new things that I didn’t understand, things that I had never seen before. And with that, the pain of losing my parents altogether came to me when I was very young. My heart slowly crushed inwards, and I didn’t even know how to help it.

After reaching and leaving me at home, Nii-san’s father went away again somewhere for a few days.

Nii-san was very interested in me and even tried to talk to me. But I didn’t understand his words quite well and had a fragile heart. So I often ended up crying.

Then, in a panic, Nii-san would start a drama with those dolls in the house, probably trying to cheer me up and stop crying.

Nii-san did his best to talk and act in a way that made me comfortable. I still didn’t understand what he was saying, but somehow, I started to get a vague idea of ​​what was going on. And at some point, I stopped crying.

Over time, the number of dolls in my room increased. Moreover, I even received a large doll on my birthday.

That was how my very first contact with Nii-san went about. From the very first time, he had helped me. It was probably around that time onwards. However, I still didn’t recognize it as love, but I think I started liking Nii-san more and more.

Several months after that, I gradually started to understand the language. This was also because Nii-san was actively trying to converse with me.

Nii-san and I were getting deeper and deeper, entangled in a bond.

It was around that time when I transferred to an elementary school.

On the first day after I moved in, I could understand what they were saying very well, but I could only speak in broken words. I was a foreigner with silver hair, so they looked interested in me.

After I completed my self-introduction, the boys and girls all came at once and talked to me.

Afterward as well, other students also tried to talk to me. Still, as my Japanese was broken and vague, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving me all alone.

Still, that’s fine. Since after I got home, I enjoyed playing with Nii-san, and I was a little scared to talk to anyone at school.

But later, gradually, maybe because of my silver hair, body style- proportions grew to be well developed. The boys began calling me a yuki-onna.

Now that I look back, I can’t help but think that it was kind of childish. I don’t think I’ll even take it seriously now. But back then, being a small kid and fragile emotionally, being pointed at and being told that very over and over again was an unbearable everyday life.

Sometimes, girls harassed me because they thought I had taken their wanting boy.

For example, there were times when I was left unpaired as they never wanted to be paired with me or tried to ignore my very being.

When Nii-san noticed that my expression was getting darker and darker daily, he took an extra step. He became more concerned about me than ever before.

When I told Nii-san about what happened at school, he looked grim. When I thought that I must have offended him. He patted my head gently, saying, “It’s okay. You’re not at fault.”.

Later on, when I got up for school, I saw him talking to his mother about something and went to my school.

From the next day onwards, the bullying stopped immediately. I was no longer called by strange nicknames such as Yuki-onna.

[TL notes: For those wondering what Yuki-onna is, it’s a legend that appears in Japanese folklore. Basically a body of ice, extremely beautiful, snow-like white skin. But also who cannot be loved. I don’t remember quite well, but it was like, The Yuki-onna would appear to those persons who would get lost in the snow, providing them with shelter. And then, it was either the Yuki-onna would melt away if she harbored the intense warm emotions of love, or the man who was given a shelter would freeze away if he were to try making love to that lady made up of snow.]

This was the time when I was saved by Nii-san for the second time.

And as time passed, Nii-san and I became junior high school students.

When I became a junior high school student, the word and term “dating” came to my mind as a natural phenomenon.

I’ve grown proportionally well and had silver hair. And although it sounds strange saying that by myself, since I looked adorable, I would be confessed to by many people throughout the calendar.

There were various people throughout, such as the seniors in the soccer club, the good-looking club participants of the volleyball club, and guys in the basketball club who were said to be handsome. However, they were all out of my line of interest.

Since that time, I’ve only seen Nii-san like that.

I mean, isn’t that obvious?

There’s no way I can’t fall in love with Nii-san, who would help me in every possible way in times when I would end up crying in a land completely foreign to me and stayed with me all that time. That cool attitude while saving me and never talking about that, not even mentioning the kindness when he would stroke and pat my head, and that look in his eyes while doing these. Nothing compares. Nothing comes close to Nii-san. All were just dust in comparison, no matter what I would take in to compare with Nii-san.

On the other hand, if you don’t go on to like someone like that, that person by herself would be rather crazy.

Well, that’s why I wasn’t interested in other men at all, so I didn’t ever accept a confession. But on the side, I accumulated frowned upon by some girls for doing even that.

However, that didn’t matter, even in the least.

Moreso, those were just a part of the many, and by that time, I was able to speak Japanese fluently, and I was able to make good friends.

But the problem was those overconfident monkeys who were dumped by me.

The monkeys were foolish enough to think that since I was Nii-san’s younger sister and since I was so attached to him at school. So, they started posing trouble to Nii-san because of that.

And on the other hand, Nii-san does not make me realize by making a familiar face that seems nothing wrong had ever happened.

But one day, I happened to look at the uncountable bruises that were present on Nii-san’s body. So I questioned him.

The answer made me angry, knowing my immaturity and stupidity, to the degree that I wanted to kill myself by scratching off my neck.

I investigated those who did this and spoke directly to the school regarding that. If the punishment still looked lenient, I would go on to socially kill—erase them forever.

Even though all this happened because of me, Nii-san would still continue to accept me as I was and even gave me a cute doll for my birthday.

At that time, I swore I would protect and nourish this person for the rest of my life. I will be the one who protects Nii-san from now on.

If you let an angel like Nii-san converse into a filthy world such as this, it will get defiled.

That’s what I thought.

This was my past. And something like my roots.

Birthdays and dolls became something significant to me. It will be displayed in my room forever.

After all, I love you, Nii-san.

I’ll protect you, feed you, and provide everything and anything for you.

So please don’t stay away from me. Don’t hide anything from me. You don’t have to do anything to feel wrong about, Nii-san.

I’ll do everything for you.

So please, please stay by my side forever, please, Nii-san?

End Of Chapter