The Struggles of Being Reincarnated as a Sibling

-Chapter 4-

2 years later

"No! I will not let you out! You can in 2 years!"

"That's what you said 2 years ago!!" Oliver screeched, sprinting down the hall. Lafinia was slowly catching up to him, her arms reached out to grab him.

"I'm so fucking bored! Let me out!" He howled, then immediately regretted it as his sister sped up.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" She roared, feet carving the tiled floors up like play-doh. He let out a squeak of fear and ran towards the door.

Almost there, almost there!...

He grabbed the large handle and threw the door open, the sound of it hitting the wall loud as he ran out. His eyes sparkled as he saw the trees, the sky, and the flowers. He was so entranced by all these things, it seemed, that he didn't look in front of him as he slammed into a brick wall. It was like those cartoons, he felt as flat as a pancake. But it was painful. He teetered for a moment and dropped to his knees, looking up with a dazed expression.

He clutched the edge of the wall, which was soft and nice, and rubbed his face on it to rid him of the pain.

He heard his sister slam to a stop, and his half conscious mind grabbed the edge of the wall and hugged it close so his sister would have a hard time pulling him off. He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Oliver. Kaoki. Andoro. Come here right. Now." The fury in her voice was very much there, and he flinched at the words. She had never been this angry before. He shamefully tried to stand, before his legs gave out, and he crawled back to her.

Like a fucking dog...he thought, upset

She picked him up like a baby and started screaming. He closed his eyes and tried not to twitch at it aching loudly through his ears, which drooped. He couldn't tell what she was saying, but it was loud.

He opened his eyes again to see a floating bird head inches away from his face. He didn't even have time to scream before blacking out.

He hated this world....

.....

Oliver opened his eyes sleepily, yawning as he shifted. He looked around to find himself in his room, three thick blankets on top of him and the softest pillow he'd ever felt. He smiled drowsily at the comfort, nuzzling his nose into the blanket.

"Young Master, as adorable as that is, I ask you to refrain from it due to the fact I'm very close to losing control." A smooth voice said, Honey dripping on the words. Oliver blinked, turning to see a figure sitting next to his bed. He squinted his eyes. The stranger had long blond hair and fiery red eyes. His sculpted chin rested on long fingers, his eyes thin and teasing. Golden tattoos were scattered across his skin, shaped like spirals, and he wore what looked like an acorn brown haori, which was also speckled with spiral gold markings. He looked about the same age as Jackson. If not, older.

There was silence for a moment. And then Oliver started screeching like a banshee, scrambling away from the man, throwing whatever he could find (mostly pillows). In his haste to get away, he unfortunately did not notice that he was right on the edge of his bed, and he tipped over. He yowled as as his ass slammed to the wooden tiles, and he got to his feet, sprinting out of the room, leaving the confused boy behind. He ran straight to his sister's office, ignoring his sore behind. As he burst into the room, his sister's head shot up. He stopped for a moment.

"Are you SERIOUSLY taking a NAP?!" He cried, glaring at her. She blushed in embarrassment.

"I-Idon'tknowwhatyou'retalkingabout...(I don 't know what you're talking about)" she muttered, sweat dripping off her face. "But that doesn't matter now! What is it?"

"There's a PERVERT in my ROOM!" He howled, gesturing in the direction of his room.

"A PERVERT?!"

"A PERVERT!"

Just then the blonde haired boy walked into the room. Oliver let out a war cry and started throwing his sister's things at him.

"Hey, stop!" He yelped, bringing his arms up to shield himself.

"Is that him?!" His sister said, turning to Oliver. "Yeah!" Now both he and his sister were throwing objects. The boy let out a wail as a dictionary slammed into the wall next to him, and he sprinted away.

"Hold on- wait, that was Arin!" Oliver blinked at his sister as she put her hands over her mouth.

"Uhmmm who?" He blinked at her, his head turning from where the boy was to his sister.

"Arin, your personal butler!"