Chapter 2

 Volume 1

Chapter 2

[Onee-san's POV]

It's been three years since my brother left for war.

The invasion by the Space Invaders suddenly started, and Takashi, my younger brother, was drafted into the war.

At that time, Japan had announced that it would not participate in the war, but in the face of the race for survival against the Invaders, Japan could not afford to be fussy about it, but sending soldiers into battle without thinking would inevitably be condemned by the people. Therefore, Japan has adopted a system of conscription by selection.

In layman's terms, instead of sending a thousand incompetents, they send one of the country's best soldiers.

I don't know what kind of criteria they used to select the soldiers, but by selecting them based on the criteria set by the government, they were able to reduce the number of conscripts from the hundreds of thousands that would normally be required to participate to about a hundred.

Japan is a country far from the front lines and produces few soldiers.

From the perspective of other countries, we are quite blessed.

Unlike In some countries, where their country itself is dying.

I guess we're lucky if we think about it.

In fact, I thought so.

Until my brother was drafted.

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At first I could not believe that my brother was chosen.

I had never thought that one of my family would be drafted.

My brother was an ordinary boy with ordinary grades, even from my point of view. My precious little brother, whose only characteristic was to be kind.

I couldn't accept the reality.

Fearing that we would be separated, I cried out loudly and begged my parents to not let him leave us.

Then, the day came when my brother was going to be taken away by the officials. I tried to stop them even if it meant killing them, but my brother stopped me and said, "it's okay, I'm fine… I'll go with them."

That day, in the room where my younger brother was gone, I cried endlessly, while feeling empty inside.

I haven't been able to recover from that day.

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They said that If my brother was killed in the war, our family would receive the news.

When I heard this, I prayed day in and day out that the news would not come.

Every morning, when mail arrives, I always check if there's mail from the military.

During the day, I shuddered and prayed that I would not receive any news from the express mail.

The only time I felt relieved was at nine o'clock in the evening, when the time for delivering mail was over.

At that time, I felt that my brother was still alive today.

Everyday I always confirm his death.

I felt like I was going crazy.

As I continued to live like this, I gradually became afraid to look at the mail.

If the news of my brother's death had arrived… I wouldn't be able to bear the fear anymore.

Perhaps I will receive an obituary today.

My little brother, who had just started middle , had died alone in a foreign country.

I was scared when I thought about it.

I didn't want to Imagine it.

I didn't want to think that he was dead.

It was really hard for me thinking that he was dead.

The thought of losing someone I loved frightened me to the core.

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Today, I was alone in my brother's room, immersed in memories of him, when I heard the sound of a doorbell ringing.

Normally, I would ignore the chime, but today's visitor seemed to be quite persistent and kept ringing the doorbell over and over again.

The repeated *ping-pong ping-pong* sound made me feel a bit uneasy, so I headed for the door to check.

"No one's answering~"

"You're making too much noise… and you're breaking it so stop it."

"In my country, it's polite to make this kind of noise~"

"Ha? Your country is a disaster… it's a culture shock for me."

"Of course I was lying! You're so naive~"

"Hehe, stop that will you!?!"

"Don't take it seriously~ and that's not a compliment~"

I could hear the voices of a young man and woman talking through the doorway.

Then I wondered if they were old friends.

I was so angry at their lack of common sense that I opened the front door and tried to shout at them.

Then, I stopped thinking.

"Ah…! Nee-san! It's been a long time since I've seen you, but I made it back alive somehow."

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I thought I was dreaming.

"Nee-san? A-Are you okay?"

In front of me was an ordinary looking boy with a gentle smile.

He was taller and his voice had changed, but there was no doubt that my brother was here.

"Ah...ah…"

I can't breathe well.

I can't think well.

"Ah...ah...Ta...Ta…"

A muffled voice came out, and It was inaudible.

My Tears naturally flowed, and I couldn't stop them.

But There was only one thing I could do.

"T-Ta-kun… Ta-kun… uwaaaahhhh!"

I ran out the front door and hugged my brother as hard as I could.

I hugged him so tightly.

My little brother, the one I had always dreamt about.

My brother, who I almost gave up on many times, I cried over and over that I would never see him again.

But, now I was able to see him again…

I thanked God from the bottom of my heart.

"N-Nee-san…! I-I can't breathe….! I-I give…!"

"H-Hey~ Takasui is suffering…!"

Ignoring my brother's distress, I continued to hug him tightly.

I felt his body heat, his skin, his smell, and realized that my brother had come back alive.

In the heat of the moment, I kissed him on the lips. I was so crazy that I licked him on the cheek, and sucked on his earlobe as well.

The same old feeling soothed my chest, which was filled with a sense of emptiness.

I won't ever let him go again.

I won't ever give him to anyone.

My brother. Never to anyone again.

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WTF DID SHE JUST KISS HIM???? Anyways, that's chapter 2 and look forward to chapter 3~