27 B stands for boofhead

"why are we here, sis?" takeshi asks me when we reach the hotel. i take a glance at this weird boy. he getting more familiar with me. compared to kamiyama, he is harder to deal with. a part of him seems innocent. at the same time, he gives me a feeling that he is conniving. he really treats me like his sister.

he looks a lot like her. his eyes, nose, and his smile are the same. his voice is different, but the way of talking is the same as her.

whenever i look at him, i remember what my mother did. she chose him over me.

"i need to make some preparations before i go to the event." i try to smile at him. how long do i have to bear this?

"i agree with sister." haru nods like an old man. "a warrior must prepare for the war."

"..." i am seriously worried about this kid. "listen, boy. i am not your sister. so, don't call me that."

takeshi smirks at him when he hears my words. i want to tell him that i am not his sister either. i don't think of him as my brother. but when i look at his face, i can't utter those words.

"but, you are takeshi's sister." haru looks at me sadly. "you are also my sister."

"will his wife also become your wife?" i scold him. "anyway, no one can use names here. i don't want my identity to be revealed here. you can call me mb or merciless_b during the gaming event."

"lame name." kamiyama bastard comments nonchalantly. "does b stands for boofhead?"

i don't know what boof-head means. judging from his smug expression, it's not a compliment. heck! he can never compliment me. "it is 'merciless breaker', you dickhead!"

iori becomes red when she hears me cussing. she bows down her head to hide her red cheeks. such innocence!

"merciless breaker is a cool name." takeshi whistles. he is unaffected. "sis, i will call you mb during the event."

"as expected from a gamer pro." haru looks at me with awe.

"with your physical strength, you can't even break a match stick." kamiyama mocks me. "merciless breaker doesn't suit you."

"you will know when i break you mercilessly," i yell at him.

kamiyama shakes his head. "you don't have what it takes to break me."

"we will see." i grit my teeth. "i have many ways to break you."

"sis, i will help you," takeshi says to me. "i know his weaknesses."

kamiyama's brow shoots up. "takeshi, do you want to get a beating?"

"hah!" i cross my arm. "you told me that you don't use physical violence."

"against woman." he snaps at me. "he is not a woman."

"how high and mighty of you," i mumble. i turn to takeshi. "don't worry. i won't let him hurt you. if he puts one finger on you, tell me. i have the means to teach him a lesson. do you understand, kid?"

"sis, i will rely on you."

***

corner of kiyohira's lips twitches in anger. since when did these two become this close? it hasn't been a week since she has entered the kamiyama's house.

it's funny how she bluffs about breaking him. she won't last a second if they fight. she is petite and small. she needs to eat more and gain weight. someone like her needs protection. she isn't someone who can protect others.

he doesn't argue with them anymore and goes straight to his hotel room. when he comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he realizes that he has no clothes. at the same time, there is a knock. he opens the door and finds her there.

she doesn't give him much of reaction to see him like that. she throws the package at him with a poker face. "clothes."

"wait." he pulls her inside and locks the door.

"what are you doing?" she sounds irritated. "i have a lot to do. let me go now."

"i have something to say." he puts down the package on the bed. "i don't believe that woman or you."

"what are you saying?" she narrows her eyes.

"i don't believe that you did those things during school," he tells her quietly. "first, we can rule out prostitution because you never touched a man before me. second, you are too physically weak to kill a mosquito. we can rule out violence because you are too weak to even kill a mosquito. third, you told me that you hate eating medicines. i don't think that you would love drugs."

she stares back at him grimly and puts her hands in her pocket. her actions do not get unnoticed by him. what is she hiding? "kamiyama, have you started to like me?"

he cackles when he hears her ridiculous question. "i like someone like you? takeuchi, don't live in a dream."

"that's a relief." she gives him a curt nod. "it's better like that. don't make things more complicated. we are still siblings in the name. you don't have the luxury to like someone like me."

does she think that she is too high and mighty? he can't even like her if he wants? he leans down and looks into her dark eyes. hmph, someone like her isn't qualified to get his affections.

"takeuchi, i will never fall in love with you."

"we are on the same page," she replies with an empty voice. "sex doesn't need any meaning. it's something that you and i do it to get it out of our system. lust is okay, but don't catch feelings for me. don't poke your nose where it doesn't belong."

she means each and every word that she spoke to him. she didn't give him a fake smile. her eyes don't ooze any emotion. for her, it is truly meaningless. then, why should he care? kiyohira clenches his jaw. he pushes her against the wall and forces his lips down on her. she tries to resist by pushing him away. he locks her hands between his arms and fiercely kisses her.