My Idle System

Standing in front of his now closed bedroom door, Christian finally raised his head and looked properly at his sister, while at the same time noticing that she was holding a tray with some sandwiches.

He felt a warm sensation rise within him at her thoughtful gesture, as he was really hungry - no, famished - but absorbed by everything that had happened, he had even forgotten about it. He was reminded once again that he really wasn't doing well enough toward her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

But then, interrupting his sentiment, she finally opened her mouth and asked, taking him by surprise with the sharp tone she used.

Then, seeing her expression mirroring her tone, he remembered why he had hesitated before opening the door. At the same time, he realized she was really still angry with him.

Still, while her tone and gaze were one thing, catching sight of the tray of sandwiches she carried reminded him that her actions were another, as no matter what, it seemed she would still try to take care of him. So, feeling awkward, he finally replied.

"Nothing?"

And Annabelle, seeing that maybe he really didn't understand what she meant, asked bluntly.

"So, you're not letting me in?"

Christian, finally unable to keep pretending any longer, looked at her and, with a negotiating tone, inquired.

"Is it really necessary?"

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Seeing his sister throw the question back at him, while feeling the glare she was giving him, Christian couldn't help but feel that maybe he was pushing her too much. What's more, what had happened at the morning was still on his mind, so he decided not to argue with her this time, and said.

"Then, wait a moment."

Still, even though he decided to let her in, he knew he needed to take some measures. So, entering his room again and closing the door behind him, Christian gathered the trash bags at the corner of the room, searched for a moment, and finally found something to cover them. Then, he finally went back to the door and opened it for his sister.

And Annabelle, finally entering his room, cast her gaze around before making her way to his bed and sitting down.

At first, she thought he was doing something online at his computer, possibly something he didn't want her to know about, and that was why he didn't want her to enter. But now, she realized she had been wrong.

The room had clearly been entered by someone else, and she was sure of this fact. But why was he trying so hard to hide it?

Most importantly, why was it this much of a mess?

And what had happened to the previous sheets on his bed?

The first thought that came to Annabelle's mind was that he had brought Eva over, and that was the reason for the mess.

But as she looked around his room and thought carefully, she found that unlikely. After all, why would he need to hide it in the first place?

Maybe she had never explicitly approved of her, but she had never explicitly disapproved either, after all.

And the clues remaining in his room, from the kitchen, from the house, and many other things, didn't add up or make sense either.

So, who had he brought to the house, and to his room?

She felt that this person must be the crux of the problem her brother was now facing and couldn't help but clench her teeth.

Though she had many thoughts, Annabelle shook them aside for now. She finally looked at her brother, still standing and just staring at her, and said,

"Come here."

Waving and pointing for him to come to her side, Annabelle took the ointment from the tray and opened it.

Looking at her brother now, sitting beside her, she examined his face and the scratch on it, noticing how he really didn't bother about it all. Before, she finally extended her hand and began treating him, all the while scrutinizing his body.

After all, the thing that worried her most right now was whether he had any other injuries, especially since the first aid kit was gone.

In the first place, the reason for her worry, unable to endure it any longer, and coming here, was the state of things in the house, even if it were small things here and there.

Still, while that was the first reason, being her inability to hold herself back and her need to check that nothing was wrong with him, she also wanted to bring him something to eat, as he hadn't put anything in his mouth since morning.

Now, as she put the small transparent medical patch on his face, feeling quite satisfied at her work, Annabelle finally noticed his hand, which seemed to always be in his pocket.

Like, while she heaved a sigh of relief that his body at least seemed to have no issues, the fact that he was hiding his hand still worried her.

"Take out your hand."

Annabelle didn't feel the need to mince her words this time and simply said.

But Christian, flustered, simply stared at her, not listening her request.

Now, both of them were just staring at each other, with the room silent around them.

In the end, the first to make a move again was still Annabelle, feeling even more suspicious by his reaction. She extended her hand, intending to take matters into her own hands.

And Christian, feeling his sister's grip on his arm, remained silent, his arm unmoving with her small strength.

He was also naturally panicking inside, thinking of all kinds of things that could save him from this predicament.

"Chris, are you sure you're not going to listen to me?"

Then, hearing the words from his sister, with a freezing tone, he realized it was truly a shit situation and found himself even more unable to decide what to do.

"S-sis, it's not like that."

"It's just that, you know."

Annabelle, still staring at her brother and listening to all the nonsense he was saying, finally snapped even more.

But instead of trying to take any action, which she knew would be useless now, she withdrew her hand from his arm, looked him in the eyes, and finally, with a leveled tone, spoke.

"Chris, I'm trying my best to be understanding, you know that, right? Even when I burst out this morning, in the end, I didn't force you to answer me."

"So, if you're going to act like this now, after all the suspicious things you did in the house since the last night, then my response will be different."

"Are you sure you're prepared to accept the consequences?"

'What could she possibly do?'

While Christian didn't feel comfortable having arrived at this point with his sister, where the situation seemed to just keep escalating, he still wondered what kind of consequences she was talking about. After all, just for a small scratch, she had ended up coming to his room to look at it, even after what had happened during the morning.

Then again, seeing her expression, he knew that he might have really taken things too far with her, and he wasn't sure if he could fix things later just by informing her of everything.

So, he hesitated.

And Annabelle, seeing this, finally delivered the hammer against the nail in his resolve.

"Chris, you know what? Seeing how you've grown up now and started acting on your own, maybe it's time for all of us to start looking at our private lives more separately."

"Like, even if we are siblings, maybe, like Eva said, we're just too close."

"If my existence is only needed for trivial things, and otherwise, you hide everything else, then maybe there's really no need for it at all in your life."

"Then there's no need for us to continue living together in the same house as a family anymore."

Christian, hearing till this point, felt like crying already.

'What's wrong with her?'

'Was it necessary for her to be like this, today of all days?'

He couldn't help but question internally, and his resolve to hold things back faded. After all, despite everything, he couldn't imagine life without his sister by his side. So, seeing her take a pause, seemingly preparing to say something else, Christian decided to finally do what she wanted and said, not wanting to hear her say these kinds of things anymore.

"Oka-." Or like he tried to say, relenting, but Annabelle, even though she felt she had finally gotten what she wanted, felt the need to instill some common sense into her brother.

"Don't do things halfheartedly, Chris."

"Either inform me about everything, be honest with me about everything, or don't."

"Please, just stick to one side."

"Your confusing behavior is really hard to bear."

"Let us be a support to each other, or just stop it altogether."

"It feels suffocating being near you like this."