Chapter 111

Was it weird that the strangest part about waking up with Hiromi gripped around my waist was that we were in a bed and not on an old couch.

 

“Unfamiliar ceiling.” I mumbled looking at the white plastic of the beds roof section, this being one of the weird all in one Cyberpunk beds rather than the couch or my old bed at the apartment.

 

I blinked as I realized I hadn’t set myself an eight hours like usual, but something had actually woken up, and it wasn’t Hiromi’s snorting snores in my ear.

 

“Ah. The Rockerboy is at it again.” I mumbled. The faint rumble of bass coming through the walls had woken me up.

 

After a bit of wiggling I managed to work my way free of Hiromi’s death grip, getting her attached to a pillow instead as I got up and stretched.

 

I hadn’t done the insta sleep so I was actually a little drowsy still. I grunted quickly as I stretched out my back.

 

Quietly I padded out to the living room and noticed Jun’s boots were by the door. I guess… Okay that was slightly useful in quickly determining when my gonk brother was home or not.

 

He must have come in pretty late. I hadn’t even heard him…

 

Okay, I was going to put some of my own security up. The old apartment had been small enough that if anyone entered I would notice even if I was asleep, but now if I was in my room. I might not notice at all.

 

I walked up to the fridge and then slammed it shut.

 

It was full of XXL Burritos.

 

Full.

 

“Time to cannon ball a fucking gonk.” I determined and headed to his room. His door swished open and I saw that Jun was passed out in a mess of blankets.

 

Jun was a messy sleeper.

 

He was about to become a whole lot messier as I prepped myself with a few stretches and then I leapt.

 

Elbow dropping onto him.

 

Gently. I didn’t really want to hurt him.

 

The loud “Oof.” That burst out of him meant I had achieved my goal.

 

But Motoko was no fool! I had learned from my previous mistakes!

 

I instantly got up and delta’ed.

 

The angry Oni roared and rushed after me, struggling to free himself from his blanket bindings. I easily made it to the living room before him and I only had a moment to decide a strategy.

 

Couch? Not deep enough to hide.

 

Kitchen? Too full of Burritos.

 

My room? Obvious choice Also full of potential weakness with Hiromi. She would likely help Jun just because. Or Jun would use her as a hostage. Neither were acceptable.

 

The roar of the Oni behind me urged me on. I leapt across the room rolling and turning to see him rumble out of his room, red eyes bloodshot and angry.

 

“MOTOKO!” He roared, as he charged.

 

Unfortunately for him. I was a Ninja.

 

I charged back, leaping just in time to miss his grasping hands, and planting a foot right onto the top of his head letting me get just a bit more distance away as he spun in rage to catch me.

 

“Too slow! Nyayaya!” I taunted wiggling my tongue at him. The Oni raged and chased, but there was one benefit of our bigger apartment.

 

It had a higher ceiling.

 

I was able to continue to leap away as he chased, planting my foot right on top of his head as many times as I could until finally I tired out the beast.

 

Not that I wasn’t worn out as well.

 

“How… About a… Peace talk?” I offered breathing heavily as I rested against the wall near the couches. Jun was over by the kitchen where I had just left him once again face resting against the fridge.

 

“Motoko! Why!?”

“Why? You need to ask me that you gonk!? Open the fucking fridge!”

 

“What’s wrong with the fridge!” He demanded back opening it and looking around, seemingly making sure his burritos were still there. “Looks fine to me!”

“You fucking moron! You filled OUR fridge full of your stupid Burritos! You can’t even eat that many before they go bad you gonk!”

“XXL Burritos are good for three months, Motoko. You should know that.” He replied in a tone saying I was the moron for not knowing and accepting this as fact.

 

“Oh my god, how often have you eaten three month old Burritos!?”

 

“What?”

“I think I’m gonna be sick!” I mumbled at the idea. They already tasted awful, what would old XXL burritos taste like?

 

Of course that was my mistake. I took my eyes off the Oni.

 

A moment later two impossible to budge arms wrapped around my chest and held me tight against him.

 

“Caught you.”

 

“Yeah but you’re the one that eats those things. So I think I’m still the winner.” I told him.

 

Jun didn’t like that.

 

Jun will remember that.

 

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“Hey. What are you doing?” I demanded as Jun started moving. “Jun? Hey Jun! Hiromi! My Brother has gone Cyberpsycho! Look at the fridge!” I demanded to Hiromi who we must have woken up as she was blinking sleepily at the fact Jun was carrying me across the apartment.

 

Then he took me into the bathroom.

 

“Hey! He-ey! Jun! Don’t you Da-Eeeee!” I squealed as Jun carried me right into the shower and hip checked the shower controls.

 

Jun didn’t seem to mind the freezing cold water as he held me right into the blast for a long while as I struggled to free myself.

 

—–

 

“You okay?”

 

“F-f-f-fi-n-ne!” I chattered at Hiromi as she rubbed a towel around my shoulders. Jun was a madman!

 

He stepped out of his room rubbing a towel over his own hair and looking like he had won a million bucks.

 

The grin on his face was something I swore to remove in the most annoying fashion possible.

 

“Y-o-ou kno-w-w th-this m-means war!” I snarled at him but Jun had won the battle despite my surgical initial strike.

 

“You okay Hiromi? We didn’t wake you too early with the roughhousing did we?” Jun asked and to my irritation Hiromi giggled.

 

“No Problem Jun! I got an interesting show out of it after all.” Jun just smirked at her, as he headed into the kitchen and to my disgust grabbed a burrito for breakfast.

 

“You want one?”

“N-NEVER!” I chattered but Hiromi shrugged and accepted breakfast. I couldn’t even look at her after.

 

That burrito probably gave her super cancer! Ignore the fact I’ve eaten them from time to time in the past! That was the past!

 

“What XXL burrito Corpo has you in their Pocket Jun-nii? Just tell me and I’ll make them disappear! We can buy you some new tastebuds!” I begged him but instead of answering he just chucked one of the burritos at my head, and I was too cold to dodge.

 

I glared at him as the burrito thankfully didn’t splatter across my face but definitely crumpled against me deforming around my face.

 

“That’s disgusting Jun.”

 

“Eat your breakfast you brat.”

 

—–

 

The doorbell rang not long after. Hiromi was already gone, needing to go to school today, and Jun was just eating his second XXL burrito of the day.

 

Disgusting.