Otome? or not?

Ch 1: The begining

The gang meeting ended and I went home.

It was late at night when I got home. The lights were on and there were two shadows.

When I opened the door, I was welcomed by my younger sister, sakura, who was wearing an apron, and our younger brother, itchi.

Sakura: "Hey, welcome back, Aniki."

Itchi: "Welcome back, Onii-chan."

Sakura: "The rice is ready so go change your clothes quickly. Also, I've put my things in your room, Aniki."

Satou: "Don't open my door without permission."

Sakura: "But if I put my things in my room, there won't be any space left."

Satou: "So my room is okay?"

Itchi: "I could have put it in my room, but Onee-chan wouldn't let me."

Satou: "Is that so? I understand."

I'll put it back now.

Well, I was hungry from my gang meeting so I will eat the rice quickly.

When I went into my room, I saw stacks of cardboard boxes.

One of the boxes was labelled "clothes and underwear." Inside, I saw women's underwear.

Was this...sakura's?

This was...a girl's uniform. I guess sakura already has these. Whose were these...

Satou: "What..."

sakura wasn't the type to have two uniforms. Was it torn anywhere?

It was unlike her to be this unkempt... I hated how men and women thought.

Sakura: "Aniki, come quickly..."

Satou: "Oh, right. I'm coming..."

Was it inevitable to think this way?

It was my younger sister's so I better not mess around.

Sakura: "Oh, Aniki, try this energy drink at school tomorrow. It seems that it makes you more energetic."

Satou: "Hm? I understand."

After Sakura handed me the energy drink I went to sleep.

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I returned home from school one day. I still remember what happen that day. The awful silence as I opened the door. I walked in and slowly opened the door to the living room.

I screamed.

My parent laid there, bloody, fallen to the floor while their head were decapitated, and my sister's arm and leg had been cut off, her neck slit. She just laid there on the desk, not moving.

Killer: "You saw it, didn't you"

Noticing my scream, the killer got up from over my parent dead body. He turned and approached me, a axe held in each hand. I was petrify. I couldn't move, and I remember how I was falling back, all the strength in my body just disappeared.

Killer: "so, you're the son, huh? no worry I'll take good care of you"

From the corner of my eye, I saw a knife within my arm's reach.

And as I watched the axe being swung down toward me, in that instant, I finally moved.

I grabbed the knife and raised it over my head, and with a swing, the left hand of the killer was chopped off.

Seemingly unable to withstand the pain, the killer dropped the axe in his other hand. In the next moment, the killer reach to his pocket and pull out his pocket knife.