Summary: Not everyone is what they seem. That’s especially true for Hayato’s little sister.
Notes: Blame @sentochoryu for this. Shinokira (sorta) one-shot kidfic for the masses. The same fic, now proofread.
She’d been acting strangely for several days. Being quiet at meals was nothing new, but her general behavior had changed. Normally, she would pipe up on the occasions she had something to add, listen to what he and mother said, and take her time eating. Now, she barely said anything, didn’t seem to listen, and got out as fast as she could. She didn’t leave the house aside from school and spent the bulk of her time in her room.
Their mother was obviously worried, yet clearly didn’t know what to do about it. He was worried as well. He was worried that his younger sister was getting bullied or feeling especially self-conscious. She wasn’t exactly an average eight-year-old. Even adults could have trouble understanding obsessive behaviors and odd hobbies. Children? Children could be downright cruel when one of their own went against the norm.
Yes, he worried for his little sister, but there was another, treacherous little part of him that was worried about his little sister. It was that same part of him that had been whispering distrust ever since she was born in the Spring of 2000. A baby girl born with blonde hair that didn’t fit her mother or fa- Kosaku Kawajiri. A child born to a newly widowed woman who had barely acknowledged her husband until a short time ago. There was no way she could be anything but what she was.