I Will Return Again Chapter 10 Part1

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When we made it back home, I finally opened my right eye. Keeping one eye closed consciously  can be quite tiring. I place my bag on the living room couch and the items I bought in the refrigerator. When I looked inside, there was only one pudding, which is, of course, Miyuki’s. Sighing I feel a surge of regret for not choosing something other than pudding to throw at the a.s.s that attacked Miyuki.

“You can have it.” (Mii)

I look over my shoulder at Miyuki, surprised at her statement.

“Seriously?” (Tsukasa)

“Yes. Thank you for saving me.” (Mii)

Lucky! I thought that I wasn’t going to get any. Immediately gathering the pudding, soy sauce and a spoon from the kitchen I head into the living room and sit down next to Miyuki. When I set soy sauce on the coffee table, Miyuki displays a disgusted expression.

“Are you really going to do that again?” (Mii)

“That's obvious.” (Tsukasa)

After peeling off the lid on the pudding, I add the soy sauce. Then I set the soy sauce back down, pick up the spoon, thrust it deeply into the pudding and give it a stir. Lifting the spoon, I take a bite. Apart from the texture, the taste itself is close to that of sea urchin. It’s delicious, honest. Speaking of which, I have not eaten any sea urchin recently. I’m sure if I don’t eat some real soon, I’m likely to go into withdrawal.

“That absolutely tastes strange.” (Mii)

Miyuki says while averting her eyes. The taste might be a little strange, but I find it delicious. I indulge in the sea urchin flavor, disregarding Miyuki’s opinion.

Miyuki turns on the TV, which is tuned to a talk show. An entertainer, who has recently gained popularity, is acting as the host. I can’t remember his stage name, but I think it kind of sounds like [Bu][Bu]. On the TV show, a pushy panel member stated a rather tongue-in-cheek opinion to the host. The host angrily responds and throws his tablet to the floor, which bounces along the floor and disappears off screen. The audience responds with ‘wow’ and laughter. Yup. This is a good talk show. [Heh] Let's call this entertainer a panel performer from now on.

(TN: ‘Bu’ is going ‘Pfft’.)

As I take a bite of my black pudding, Miyuki suddenly changes the channel. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t particularly mind. Goodbye, Mr. panel entertainer. In the end, I never did remember his name. After finis.h.i.+ng the pudding, I get up to throw out the empty cup and take the spoon to the sink.

“Oh, Onee-chan, bring back some chips with you.” (Mii)

“Mhmm.” (Tsukasa)

I open the cabinet and look for the chips. When I spot, them, there are several kinds.

“Mi-chan, which kind do you want? We have Soy sauce, Lightly salted, and Consommé flavors.” (Tsukasa)

“Soy sauce sounds good.” (Mii)

“Okay, lightly salted it is.” (Tsukasa)

“I said soy sauce flavor.” (Mii)

“I just had soy sauce a little while ago.” (Tsukasa)

“That was Onee-chan, not me, right?” (Mii)

What Miyuki means to say is lightly salted. I'm in the mood for lightly salted. I pick up the bag of lightly salted chips, go to the refrigerator to take out the c.o.ke and oolong tea I bought earlier and head back to the couch.

“Here’s a drink for you.” (Tsukasa)

“Did you buy these? Thanks.” (Mii)

After I hand Miyuki the drink, I sit down next her. Placing my c.o.ke on the coffee table, I grab the mouth of the chips on either side and pull to open it.

[Nn-] Uh…Okay then, let’s take a deep breath and try again. [Nn-] My hands shake with the effort, but it won’t open. Was it sealed too tightly, or am I lacking strength? Either way, I can’t get it open. Miyuki, who has been watching me, reaches out her hand toward the chips.

“Do you want me to open them?” (Mii)

“It’s okay. I’ve got this.” (Tsukasa)

I say while thinking ‘If I give it to Miyuki and she opens them, I’ll be humiliated as her onii-chan. I need to open these by any means necessary because I said I would. I pull on the mouth of the chips again with all my strength and of course, the seal doesn’t budge at all.

[Ugh] I can't do it. There is just no way, I don’t have the strength. Which brings to mind the events outside of the convenience store, where I saw an image of a door and beating it down released my power.

I hear a click in my mind and power flows into me Huh, I seem to have succeeded. With a gentle yank, the bag is easily opened. Ha! I proudly set the bag of potato chips onto the coffee table.

“Onee-chan’s eyes are red again.” (Mii)

“They’re bloodshot.” (Tsukasa)

“No, they’re glowing.” (Mii)

“It seems that my blood contains something similar to fluorescent paint.” (Tsukasa)

“I'm not lying.” (Tsukasa)

I say, looking away from Miyuki, and reach out for a chip. Lightly salted doesn’t have enough salt. I'd like to bring salt from the kitchen and to sprinkle some more on them, but if I do that Miyuki will get mad. Instead, I pick up my c.o.ke, open it and take a swig.

[Bu~] (Tsukasa)

”Wow, are you okay?!” (Mii)

The c.o.ke in my mouth became a mist that danced in the air. I can see something like a rainbow, but it's definitely not a pretty sight because it came out of my mouth. [Goho][Goho] While coughing I’m trying to wipe the droplets of c.o.ke from my mouth with the back of my hand.