I'm Not a Hero Anymore

'My normal life is gone now. Welcome the perverted me. Wait... if I'm right I'm still me.'

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PART 0

"Where...where am I?"

Just waking up I find myself floating in a blanc endless abyss. There's nothing in sight but the endless white no matter where I look.

"What's going on? What the hell is this place?"

Is this heaven? It's not black so it sure would pass for it. Nah, they say heaven is a place so beautiful, filled with meadows, pure virgin forests, oceans that look like crystals and beautiful architecture for houses. Mmmhh... I think I'm forgetting something they also said... Yea that's right, those hot female angels with sexy and bodacious bodies, so pure and righteous, ripe for the plucking. So where the angels at? I wanna see and touch some angel titties.

I do feel the bliss and serenity, though. But if this is heaven... So freaking boring. I don't think it's "that" abyss either. You know, the place for eternal torment. Could this be purgatory...? Sucks balls to be me right now. Why did I have to go and get myself killed?

If I remember correctly I was impaled with my own sword when I went on my first subjugation with my comrades. Holy molly did I get the time of my life. I'm ignoring the grim part but... we were sent to slain a villain, one of the toughest who had come from the demon realm into ours and was wreaking havoc. After being cornered by their minions/golems I helped my comrades to escape-for once in my life I did something heroic-and confronted the person in question. I didn't expect to see what I saw.

... She was the most prettiest thing I ever did see. Such fine body curves, sexy legs and upon that, such huge jugs. I wasn't the strongest to begin with, I was practically at the bottom of the list, the weakest and seeing that knockers made my movement really sloppy. Those jugs were so fine that I just wanted to sink my hands inside grabbing it and to bury my face in between the two mountains of flesh.

My heart started pounding so fast and hard as if trying to break free from my chest. I never felt that way in my entire life. Is that what you call falling in love? Feels so freaking awesome! Her beauty was enough to captivate anyone and I totally fell prey to that. She had silky black hair and eyes the colour of ocean, white smooth skin without any blemish, to top it all she looked like she was my age, maybe a year or two older. Boy was she a sight. Pretty as a picture. The image of her is stuck, burnt deep into my mind.

So I got caught and using her power she lifted my sword and ran it through my chest, straight through my heart and out the back. That sharp burning pain disappeared after couple of seconds before my consciousness, dropping to the floor.

"I... wanna... grabbed *cough blood* them even... just once before I die."

Plop... My hand fell to the ground.

Yea, I said that losing consciousness reaching out my hand grabbing the air gesturing at grabbing her womanly part, the top one I mean.

Yea what would you have me do? She had a nice rack she wasn't going to use so I offered to use them even if just once before I died.

Dying by the hands of beautiful girl isn't such a bad thing. But... why did I have to go and die a virgin? Of all the important things in the world, why did I have to die without tasting the sweet, sweet fruit? So not cool. Not at all.

The worst thing is I never got to hold any titties in my hands, those soft, squishy, bouncy things, except for the one that I had in my hand and mouth when I was a baby. Am I the lamest person in the world or what?

Boobs are the best. Every guy can agree with me, right? Grope 'em, suck them, poke them and many more. Although I could say the same about the one below but that cherry on top makes that cake even more delicious.

It has always been my dream to die on a bed of naked women massaged by their mountains of goodies and poked by those small cherries on top. And here I am without so much as seeing a fully naked woman. What the hell was wrong with me? If dad saw me right now he'd be like.

[I'm disappointed in you son. Do you know the age I got grabbing? 14. Yes fourteen. If you haven't touched or seen them then you haven't experienced true bliss. They're squishy and soft. You can put your head on it like a pillow and do all sorts of things with it. Look at your mom's boobs so young and bountiful, but you can't have it. It's mine alone, go look for yours.]

Then he'd go on narrating his exploits on boobs and everything boobs and others. Come to think of it I got my obsession for boobs because of my dad talking about it since I was a kid.

Dad was always so charismatic about breasts and other things woman. Finding the right moment to talk about it. Dad you're my hero, I'll never forget all those things you thought me about boobs.

My tears are running down like waterfalls. But here I am without tasting what heaven feels like. I clearly remember him once putting his hands on my shoulder and with a serious look said to me.

[Look son. Boobs are the men's world. We can't live without it. We protect it with our lives. From the first time we came into this world they've been our friends and they have been there for us. Now forgetting about that particular one, if you don't grope any other one then you don't have the right to call yourself a man. We men live for only one thing. And that is a woman's breasts. Breasts are the reasons for wars. They can bring about peace. Did you know that even moses wanted to go back to his boobs and because of that, borrowed the power of God to split the red sea in two, just to get across. That is the power of boobs. It drives men to do crazy things. Listen to my teaching son and make sure you follow them carefully. Boobs foreveeer!!]

He said it so charismatically and with tears that I swear I could see a spotlight shinning down on him like he was on a stage; I could hear trumpets blowing and a crowd of naked boobs sitting in the audience. Slapping both mountains together in applause.

I can't believe I'm not going to see my family, my friends again.

Whyyyyyy? Oh why did I have to die a virgin? Why did I have to die without groping any tatas?

Noooooooo!!! At least if my hands could have no longer been a virgin I would have been okay with that. I want to know the true texture of them tits and how they'd feel in my hands.

If I had any regrets upon dying, it's not having had my dreams of sleeping on a bed of boobs, groping each and every single one of them, realized. As If I could anyway.

Come to think of it the closest I've ever gotten was to seeing my sister in her undies, but that doesn't count. Wait I remember one of my comrades lying on top of me the day after I arrived there. Even that she was fully clothed. Sucks... Nooooo!

"Come on God help a guy out. I'm crying here. Can't you let a man get some boobs just once? I don't care about the size just let me just go back and grope just one boob and return, but it had better be one with a good feel to it."

I cried.

How long have I been here? Probably about 7 minutes since I woke up. Time sure is slow here. What to do in this endless place?

"It's not been long and I'm already bored to death. I wanna go home."

I've been so into my regrets I forget to check myself out... I'm...

!!!!!!!

I'm totally nakeeeed! Why am I naked? Where did my cloths go to?

Well this shouldn't come as a surprise to me. They say you don't take material things along with you when you die.

"Seriously? The least you could do is give me some pants."

Not that I don't mind letting it all hang but what if someone sees me like this? Oh wait, I'm dead right? And there's nothing in sight, so I'm cool.

"What a total let down."

Seriously, the afterlife isn't as fearful or harmonious as people make it out to be. I suggest to those alive to live their lives well cos eternal boredom awaits them after death. If I knew it would have been like this I would have suck it up and did all the perverted things I only could imagine.

"So how long will I have to be here?"

I've been drifting close to 30 minutes now and still nothing in this white zone. So this is how it ends for me, huh? Never to see my family again, my friends and all those pretty girls at school and the faces of the dudes. Am I going to only float in this place for all eternity whiles there are boobs on the other side freely roaming about?

No!!!

I can't let it end like this. I won't allow it. Floating here without anything to have fun with.

I must find my way back. I must find my way back to where those boobs are. I have a long life ahead of me and I plan on dedicating it to finding all the boobs I can feel up. Oh yea. I'm going to have a bevy of beautiful women with nice titties when I get back.

Even if it takes me a millennium I will find my way back into my world where all those meat bags are waiting for me to stuff my face in. And I know the first one I want most of all too... *smile*.

I'm already imagining her standing before me in her cute dress acting cute and blushing like hell. She opens her top and-plop- her white with cherry boobies fall with a bounce and I'm reaching out my hands to grab them... I'm drooling so bad.

I turn over and find my balance and fly through the white nothingness like a certain man who has super strength and flies through the air...

"Huh... What the hell is that!?"

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"What the hell is that!?"

A couple of minutes flying through the place I see something in the distance. A speck which has a different colour from the one I'm in. I add momentum to my speed.

I didn't expect to see anything here since it has been so since I got here but guess I'm lucky?

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"... No rather who is that?"

Closer I see the odd shape. It seems like the backside humanoid... in a red clothing(?).

"No! It is a human."

Closer I found that the figure indeed is a human when she turned to look my way. What, how, why is a human here?

!!! Wooow!! My God look at those humongous bazookas. Easily a weapon of mass destruction. Am I just imagining things or is there really a bodacious babe staring my way? The way her silver colored hair has been tied to a bun held by the crossed two hair pins tells how long her hair is. Her eye colour is fiery just like the flames on her dress. She's probably in her twenties. She's wearing a white yukata which looks like silver with the way it's it reflecting the light in this place, with a pattern of stylish flames on it, tied across her very thin waist. Her jugs are so huge that her yukata isn't over her shoulder rather to the sides and is exposing so much cleavage. Let me point out one thing. She is hell beyond gorgeous. Her smoking hot bod, beauty is absolutely godlike. None can compare.

Are those things real? Please tell me they are. If it's my imagination kill me again and scatter the remnants of my soul across into the deepest reaches of the universe.

If not. I want them. I want to grope them. I want to stuff my face between them. I want to sleep on them like pillows. I don't care if she's an imagination or person of the night, even if she is the grim reaper, just...

Come on give it here... Gimme gimme gimme.

Boobiiiiies!!!

I fly in embracing her tightly with both my legs and arms stuffing my face directly in between her bountiful bosoms.

It's real!!!!

They are so soft and squishy like dad said. I make sure I savor the moment rubbing my face as if I was motorboating, making sure my cheeks could really feel their smooth white glowing skin. This feeling is so phenomenal.

'I did it, dad! I did it. I'm finally a man. I mean it took my death to finally get my hands on the things designed only for men, but I did it.'

I thought that to myself whiles letting down a waterfall on the sides of my face along with the satisfied smile on my face, I'll bet my expression genuinely satisfied. Thank you God for listening to my prayer.

My face is so hot and red right now that I feel if they were to put a pan on it, it could burn an egg to a crisp. If I had a body right now I'd have a nose bleed so bad that it'd paint her skin red. But I do feel an itch on my nose so I continue rubbing my face. The feel of those jugulars on my naked arm and her skin under the dress is so thrilling just like dad said. The soft feel to it. I was engulfed by the sensation but... that's when she spoke.

"My my that sure is a fine way to greet God"

She said in a calm slightly authoritative voice. But it sure sounded a little sadistic to me.

"Eh!!!"

What did she just say? That she's G-G-G-God!!!!?

My already pale soul turns even paler and the little weight I felt on myself disappeared. Her worlds felt like lightning striking me to the core.

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Part 1

[Why don't I give you a quick rundown of what happened and how I ended up face deep in God's voluptuous bosoms.]

First let's get introductions out of the way... My name is Nonako Rinji. Turned Sixteen a while back and I'm just your average looking, normal boy. A High school student in the second year. I'm just your average teenager who has a difficult time talking to the ladies. Aside from that as you might have already guess. I am totally, even though in never did get to see anything no matter how hard I tried, a perv. You may find it hard to believe a self-proclaimed pervert for not doing anything, but in my defense... maybe, it was because I was always afraid of being caught.

Just like the normal person who doesn't have any girlfriend I'm a fan of animes especially the one which the protagonist has a special weapon and everything he does is related to boobs. I'm such a huge fan considering my likes... So you can say I'm slight otaku since I also love games.

I stay with my dad, mom and younger sister in our one storey three bedroom house at one side of town. We are just your average middle class family living day to day.

Beep beep... beep beep... beep beep...

There goes the alarm clock again waking me up from a good night's rest.

"Hey, Rinji. It's morning. Wake up. Hurry up and get dress or you'll be late for school."

I hear mom's voice voice coming from the lower floor. If I dare ask for five more minutes it would be war.

I lazily press the button on top of the clock to shut the alarm off before sitting up.

Mom's cooking has already permeated through the whole house and I'm pretty sure what she's up to this morning. Well it's the usual bacon and eggs, not your typical Japanese breakfast... and there's something else. From the scent... she's preparing lunch earlier as well.

Please be curry... Please be curry... Please be curry... Yep, I love curry as much as I love those squishy stuff.

To be honest my morning is pretty dull because I couldn't end that heavenly dream I was having when I got pulled out of it. I was so eager to see how it ended.

Forcing myself out of bed I grab my towel, hang it over my neck and make way towards the bathroom which was on this floor.

I'm still tired too. I was up late last night. You know the usual things boys my age do. Turn off the lights, turn on your, machine crack open a box of Hentai or porno DVD and get some good watching or just pick up those sorts of magazines and let your imagination run wild. So that's what happened and now I'm dragging myself to the bathroom.

I opened the door without knocking only to find Orino(!), my sister, only in her favourite colored pink pantie and brassier standing in front of the mirror. From the looks, which is totally obvious, she'd just finished using the shower since she's drying her hair with the towel. Her sights lock onto me, her cheeks flushed red. Orino is my sister, by blood, she has glossy long light brown hair-unlike mine which is darker-, when not loose she has a few cluster of it tied to ponytail on her the right, golden brown eyes which are beautiful to look at and well nice body.

[Holy crap. Why is she still in here?]

The colour from my face disappears.

[Not again.]

"M-morning Orino. Ehehe"

I say nervously, adding a nervous chuckle as well.

... Suddenly, her shocked expression cringes, replaced by one with rage. I see a vein bulge up on face. She snapped!

If I were to answer why she'd rather be in her underwear than cover herself with a towel it because that's how she is. She dresses like that anytime she's alone. And you can imagine the outcome already. Orino, in her own words says she was a late bloomer, being flat chested and barely much on the lower bottom. Then all of a sudden, not too long ago, she just started to fill in. Her small hills are now mountains and she now could stand with the other girls in terms of body shape. She became a full blown woman so fast and is always happily letting it show when she is alone. All the way from adorable to plain cutely matured, that is body-wise. She's not on the big side on the top, she's just a tad bigger than the average. I just don't get it, why doesn't she dry herself in her room and puts me in this situation? -Why can't she learn from past experiences!?

"This is not going to end well, is it?"

I have a very nervous smile on right now already given up expecting my punishment.

Here it comes!!!

"Riiinjiiii?!!"

"~~Yes~~?"

I answered with shaky voice filled to the brim with fear.

In her fit of rage she dashes at me clenching her right first while holding the towel with her left to cover her front.

-BAAM.

Her fist meets my cheek so hard that I fly into the wall...

"Next time knock before you enter!!"

-BANG

She slams the door.

"~Why? Ugh."

I fall on my bottom.

Just like anytime I accidentally walk in on her she didn't hold back. That's how my not so typical days are on average, fighting back the pain from her punches.

Guess I'll use the one downstairs. I collect myself and slowly, on unsteady feet head for the bathroom below.

"Oww"

Seeing Orino, even though she's a tad on the small side comparing her to me-a few inches shorter in height as well, you'd think she is feeble but she packs quite a punch. She's very athletic and takes kendo classes on her free time alongside self defense (Martial arts) and Boxing. Even so, you can hardly see she is toned, her femininity overshadows that aspect of her. So you can say she can very well defend herself.

One time when mom was done with supper we couldn't get hold of her after calling out to her. So I left to get when I got in she was in her undies with a headset to her ears. When she saw me realizing how she was she threw her one pound glass Maneki Neko, bullseye in my face. Another time I had just arrived from school-she had left earlier-and since mom and dad weren't around she decide to let loose as she usually is when no one is home. I came in just as she was returning from grabbing some snacks from the kitchen meeting her directly in the corridor just below the stairs. That day I got a kick to my stomach. She really does instant justice! It gets more brutal every time. Soon I think I will end up have a kick to me ~~baby maker. And I doubt she would stop dressing like that too.

"Ouch, It hurts."

Already feel today's starting to feel like a bad day. I walk down the stairs into the corridor holding my cheek. On the side of the staircase the bathroom is situated.

I open the door and enter... Immediately I stop when I sense a presence in the room. Jerking my head slowly to the right. I see my old man sitting on the toilet with his pants down reading a 'you-know-what' magazine.

"Morning Rin. News for the morning!"

"You've got to be kidding me? At least lock the door when you're in there."

My old man is a dark brown haired (like yours truly) man-unkempt-in his early forties, dark eye color and just like any other average man.

"What? Don't tell me you like what you see."

"No!?"

"Then just ignore it. Pretend like I'm not here..."

"Oh yea sure says the man who is clearly reading a porno mag sitting on the toilet."

I said sarcastically.

"I'm glad we see eye to eye. *grins* So what's the scoop for today?"

That's how the old man is. Every time I get into trouble with Orino, which is mostly about me accidentally finding her like before, he asks about it.

"Pink bra and panties. For some reason I feel my day is already going bad."

"That's a score!!"

"Seriously, it mostly the same kind she wears every time."

"Does it matter? You got to see it, didn't you? That's all that counts."

"God, you really are a perverted father."

I swear I just saw his eyes sparkle.

"I won't deny it and you are a perverted son and brother."

"It was an accident, like always. It doesn't count as one."

I say loud and clear. Besides it doesn't count she's my blood sister so yea.

"Really, is it? Sometimes it feels like you doing it on purpose, at the right time... That's some luck you got there catching her at times like that... An does it matter who's? It's still meant to be seen. Soon enough you'd she her buck naked."

His eyes just sparkled again.

"Sometimes I wonder what really goes through your mind. Perving on your own daughter."

All he did was grin and give me a thumbs up. He's truly a pervert in all sense. But I know he wouldn't go that far no matter how serious of a face he puts up, especially when he jokes.

"On a more serious note. Have you done the deed yet?"

He said with a serious look.

What is he talking about?

"What deed?"

"You know the deed. Feeling up the beautiful upside of a girl." He gestures moving his hand slightly curving upward around his chest.

Oh that.

"You know this really isn't the time and place to talk about such a thing."

I look at him with a look which describes the situation he is in.

"... and no I haven't."

I added.

"I can't believe I have a wuss for a son. I'm so disappointed."

He puts on a disappointed face and closes the magazine.

It's like gravity just increased two folds on me when his words reached my ear, hitting like a cannon. I hit the floor on all fours.

He furls the magazine and places in locks it to his side with his arm then stands up to pull up his trousers before walking right past me.

Like I suspected he only came in to read, not to do the business. Truly number one on the list of perverts I know.

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After taking my bath and brushing my teeth I went straight into my room changing into my school uniform.

Now, I'm heading down towards the hall, straight to the dining table which is just in front of the kitchen.

I'm so hungry. The whole place smells so good. I might even consider eating the house if it wasn't, you know... a house.

"Something smells nice."

The moment I went through the open doorway I see Orino sitting. The moment she sees me she wears a frown.

"Good you're out. Grab a seat."

I hear mom's voice.

Mom isn't at the table rather at the kitchen-the kitchen, the dining and hall make one room-wearing an Apron adding the bacon on the last plate. Describing her would be too much...

Ahhh what the heck! I'll keep it low key as possible. Mom is a gorgeous woman, considering her looks, body and her 'you know what' which isn't too much on the big side. I'm really shocked how the old man snagged a babe like her and how she fell for him who is an all around perv. She's got long straight light brown hair, light gold eye color, thin lips, cute nose, not too slender body, and nice rack. She's definitely an all too beautiful woman, mature, real pleasing to look at.

[God! Who in their right sense describes his mother like that? A sick mind!]

Even for her age which is in her late thirties she could pass for a teenager-an older sister character type. Sometimes when she and Orino are seen together people do seem to confuse them for sisters. Well, Orino does look like mom, with a few less. Anyway that's all I'll say so let you mind do the imagining of her.

"I'm starving and the aroma is making me even more hungry."

I said.

"I'll take the compliment."

She replied with a chuckle.

Mom isn't your typical housewife. She does do the cleaning and cooking and also works, even though it's mostly from home just like dad. She is also seen as somewhat the authoritative figure since both she and Orino claim we the men both act like children, considering our perversion, which is almost true. The old man and I really are perverts but I on the other hand only have the magazines and porno to watch but he does go to the extreme behaving like a teenager. The only extreme he has gone though is with mom-she is his wife after all-and a few other girls, peeping at their cleavage and eagerly waiting for luck to give him a pantie shot. He finds the time to go to places he could look through to see naked women but from what he tells me he is so skilled that no one catches him-again 90% sure he does that to mom alone. The other 10% I'm sure he really does when the opportunity comes.

You can already guess where the old man is, yes, right behind mom, holding up her skirt and peeping under; he has a lecherous grin on and a that accomplished look in his eyes. After he had had his fill he lets out out a big fulfilled sigh and lowers the skirt before making it to the table and starts stuffing his face.

[Mom, you really have patience for this pervert.]

It may sound corny but I really do love this family I've been raised in.

"Who are you smiling at?"

With a huff Orino cut my sentimentality short .

[--Another body found has been identified as 28 year old Maeda Hinami]

My ear catches those words and draws my attention to the TV feet in front of the couch. There is a woman, quite possibly in her twenties neatly dressed and beside side her a slightly overweighted middle aged man (50's perhaps) with jet black hair-which is obviously a toupee-in a black suit. The headline reads- MYSTERY MURDERS, ANOTHER BODY FOUND. It looks like it's a repeat of yesternight's news. On the bottom corner of the screen there is a picture blurred because it was too gruesome probably for safety of the watching kids.

[So what's your take on this Kurihara-sama?]

[This makes the eighth body found in such a state... It was found mutilated as if something gnawed on it or even slice it up. The initial reported said it was a wild animal, quite possibly a rapid dog or a wild animal that had wandered into the city. Who would believe that crap? A wild animal? We are in a city for Christ's sake. If you're trying to divert the suspicions of people at least make it believable like maybe a zoo animal escaped! Even if it were so, how come they haven't caught it till now? If you ask me I think they are hiding something. Considering how the victims went missing before they are found in such a state, this is the work of some derange psychopath who gets of on seeing his victim in that state.]

[It is a possibility but who's to say it really wasn't just another animal attack? The reports did say the MO for all these are the same and the only lead the found from the autopsy is animal DNA. What do you say on the matter Higashi-san?]

The camera cuts to a wide and I see the another man, making them three now at the table. The man is rather young, probably thirties in a white long sleeved shirt and a blue tie. His hair is deep brown, slicked back.

[First of all thanks for having me here. I do agree with Kurihara-san. The reports did say they found DNA of a wild animal when tests were done but in this times we know they can be applied after the murder had occurred... or forged, for obvious secretive reasons... Which brings me to the reason why I'm here. There are some other theories flying out there which I think shouldn't be ignored. Take this picture for example.]

The screen changes and you can see a blur photo. What the hell is that? The picture had been enhanced yet it's still blurry, but it's enough to somehow make out its features and it's striking green eyes-probably from the light reflected on it. If I am to describe it apart from its glowing six eyes it kinda looks like a dog... a hyena... a wolf? I can't seem to tell because its still too blur. For some reason this thing isn't sitting right with me. I feel a chill running up my spin and goosebumps on my skin... I keep staring at it for some reason. It's just creepy and unsettling. What's with this pic? Those eyes they fell like they are trying to bore into my soul.

[This was taken by a civilian just before the found the body. What's going around is that this is the work of monsters. It's hard to swallow and hard to tell what exactly it is. It could have passed for a dog if not for the glowing three pairs of red eyes. We all know that when light shines on, be it a dog or any animal, I wouldn't go into details but we don't get such a colour let alone three arrays of it.]

[So you think there's a possibility that the culprit is this mysterious creature? It would explain the way they are found, the just bites but slashes and others. It's definitely hard to wallow. But still the is a chance that who did this could have Incorporated animals, that's a possibility we can't overlook as well, now can we?]

The presenter asked.

[A possibility...? There are more than one out there......]

As they continue on arguing the topic I sit away from Orino as mom sets the plate before her then me before sitting herself.

We dig in: Itadakimasu!!

"So gooood!!"

I complimented. Mom sure is a great cook. If I ever do have get a girlfriend she must know how to cook like mom! It's just beacon and eggs, I know but when a meal is done with love it tastes great, aside from the seasoning used.

"What's happening out there...? So I take it caught that side of you again?"

Mom asked Orino after her remark on the news report.

"Yep he sure did and today's winner is... drum roll please dra da dra da da... pink."

My old man answered answered with vigor.

"Seriously, what is wrong with the both of you?

Orino says with an enraged look, but the old man puts on a jovially grin.

Mom confronts the old man which is more frequent than less.

"You stop filling my Rin with your perverted stuff."

"Peeping, watching mags and wanting to feel 'em up is not perverse. It's the passage to manhood and he has to do it if he wants to be a man. Don't you see I'm making man out If him." The fork in his hand pointing it in her direction then lastly to me as he retorted.

"Like hell you are! And you don't listen to him or you'll end up like him, even worse, useless."

Mom never criticizes Orino just us boys and today isn't any different.

"Harsh."

The old man said with tears streaming down his cheeks. Mom smiles.

[That's all we the time have but before we do leave you. The enforcers haven't release anything on the matter and no curfew has been put in place but they did say to be careful when you head out and always have a companion by your side. Stay safe everyone and don't be out too late. Have a good evening.]

I catch the final remark of the presenter before the credit roll.

"Oh dear me. I seemed to have done more than necessary today so whose up for second?"

Mom says trying to act all clumsy.

Before Orino and I could answer the old man's tears miraculously disappears and he immediately holds his plate out to mom.

"Me!!"

"I'll have some."

Says Orino.

"Sure, me to"

I also say.

"Sure... Coming right up."

She says with a loving smile whiles standing up to go to the kitchen.

So that's my family. A bunch of weirdos. Except for mom she's an Angel sent from heaven and still a demon as well. But I know they love me, even though they show it in a weird way.

...

I step out after having breakfast, my bag over my shoulder and behind me Orino.

"See you soon."

"See you later."

We left on our way to school.