Immoral Sisters Chapter 1 Part 1
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Translator: Kurehashi Aiko
CHAPTER 1
PART 1
The weather was fine from the early morning on that day, and there was a blue sky overhead that guaranteed good weather for tomorrow as well. Small puffy clouds floated about as if their only purpose was to decorate the clear sky.
As she did every day, Kitazawa Tomoko put on the leather shoes she had at the entrance to the house and looked at her older sister Rumi, who was waiting for her in front of their house.
Compared to Tomoko’s hair, which was cut at the shoulder length, Rumi’s hair was long and beautiful straight. She was a little taller, but she was also slender and neatly dressed in her uniform, a sailor uniform style.
There were no creases on her uniform and her shoes were neatly tied, and she stood straight up after wearing them. Tomoko had always felt that her appearance had to be spotless from the very moment she would leave the house, as that would make the road to school even more pleasant and make up for her older sister’s radiance.
Compared to her, she actually seemed quite plain. Tomoko thought so and as always she wanted to let out a long and deep sigh.
「Onee-chan, please wait for me.」
Walking right next to her, Tomoko giggled a little bit.
Rumi has had excellent grades ever since she was a child, and she has always been above average in both her studies and sports. Walking side by side with her like that, Tomoko always came up to a conclusion that she was somewhat lacking in comparison. Even in what she thought she was good at, she was no match for Rumi.
「Alright then, let’s go. Or else we are going to be late for sure.」
Rumi gently smiled back at her in response.
A calm and firm older sister. However, more than her inferiority complex towards her, Tomoko was proud of her older sister that she was like that. She was a wonderful and talented person, someone who everyone would want to have for their family. She was also a very kind and reliable person, always there to help you when you needed it the most.
Tomoko walked right next to Rumi as usual. Their destination was the school they both attend on a daily basis.
After passing by the mirror of the motorcycle that would stop in the same spot every single day, Tomoko looked at Rumi as if she had just remembered something.
「Say, Onee-chan……? Didn’t mom look kind of weird to you today?」
To be precise, Tomoko had a lingering suspicion that their mother might have been feeling sick ever since last night or so.
Rumi was deeply moved by Tomoko’s words of worry, and she nodded her head in confirmation. A thin, dark shadow crossed her neat and clean face.
「Yes. I saw that as well. She seemed to be worried about something……」
It was really rare for their mother, Kitazawa Yukie, to have such a sorrowful look on her face.
She smiled at both of her daughters stubbornly and seemed to try to act in a way she would always act, but that only made Tomoko and Rumi, who would usually know when their mother would be pushing herself way too hard, to feel really uneasy.
Above all else, Tomoko was relieved that Rumi felt the same way she felt, and she let out a small sigh of relief. But of course, her worries about Yukie did not go away simply because of that.
「I wonder if there is some way in which we could help her ––––––」
「Yes, I wish there really was something like that.」
After all, Yukie was not the kind of mother who would openly ask others for help, and above all else, she did not want to worry her daughters needlessly. Even when the times would be hard for her, she would just smile, saying that everything was alright, even when things were not. However, she didn’t want her daughters to see her openly despair, so she would put on a brave face and push through somehow.
Tomoko and Rumi sighed softly at the same time. Even though the sky is so clear, dark clouds were gathering inside of their minds.
But that was the end of the conversation about their mother, and just like that they managed to get all the way to school in silence. Going to school with only the bare minimum of conversation was only making the atmosphere about them heavier and was making both of them feel especially lonely.
When the two came to the entrance to the school, they entered the building and Tomoko separated from Rumi around the staircase, as per usual. Rumi went up the stairs, because she seemingly had some business to take care of in the faculty office.
「See you later, Onee-chan.」
She waved her hand a little bit, and turned around once her sister was in the middle of the stairs. Rumi also waved her hand at Tomoko and then she was on her way.
She was about to walk towards her classroom, but then Tomoko was suddenly stopped in her tracks.
A male student was about to enter the building through the entrance. When she saw him, Tomoko hid behind a shoe cabinet and she skulked casually as she watched the boy walk away. With each step he took towards her, she would feel more and more uneasy.
The boy’s name was Nogawa Takehito. He was not the flashy type of a guy that would attract attention to himself, but he was also really popular with a certain group of people here at school. However, for some inexplicable reason just seeing him would send Tomoko into a high alert mode, which is why she tended to avoid him as much as possible whenever she could help it.
Tomoko was also one of the female students who would sensitively react to that appearance. But even if she wanted to speak to him, she would usually be unable to muster enough courage inside of herself to do so. She was happy enough just to be able to follow him and observe him from the shadows, so that he would not think of her as a bother or nuisance.
(Good thing that I won’t be late today……)
Tomoko kept her eyes on Takehito’s back until he was out of her sight as he climbed the stairs. She then, slightly embarrassed of herself, sent her gaze to her left and right, and with a runaway step chose a staircase different from the one that Takehito was climbing with.
Today she was able to meet Takehito so early in the morning. Such thoughts made Tomoko’s steps feel lighter than they would normally be. Even the math class for the 1st period seemed more entertaining to listen to today.
Rumi, whose homeroom ended a little bit earlier after school when the classes already ended, came to the art room for her club activities.
Partly because she was early in the classroom, but partly because other students had a little bit more of a distance to walk, she would usually be the first one to arrive, going through the otherwise empty hallway.
Having grown accustomed to this silence, Rumi unlocked the door and put her bag in the art room, then she entered the art preparation room behind it. The art supplies and materials used in her classes and club activities were placed in a messy manner on the shelves, making her feel a certain amount of sympathy watching this sight.
Among all of them, Rumi was looking for her own personal art supplies. The usual shelf, the usual place. That’s when she reached out her hand there, but then she heard the sound of someone else coming into the room.
「Who’s there?」
It was still too early for club activities, but someone had entered the preparation room. Without turning around, Rumi said that while thinking that most probably someone else’s homeroom also ended earlier than expected. Surely she would not be the one to whom that happened.
However, something was clearly wrong here. Rumi could feel it. After all, the sound of those footsteps was the sound that Rumi had never even heard before and did not recognize.
「Kitazawa Rumi?」
It was the voice of a man she didn’t know who called out to her, not the teacher’s voice. It was the voice of a young male student.
Rumi was surprised, flipping the hem of her long black hair and looking back. It was a male student alright, and someone from this school judging by his uniform. However, his face was completely unfamiliar to Rumi. At least he was not an Art Club member.
「Who are you? This place is off-limits to anyone other than those involved with the Art Club.」
Rumi asked with a voice that sounded slightly harsh, but at the same time melodic. The male student standing in front of her had a grin on his face and seemed to be looking around Rumi’s entire body, which caused her to frown her brow in puzzlement.
She didn’t like that look. There was something creepy about it.
Without caring about Rumi’s feelings, the boy opened his mouth.
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