Chapter 39: Yor and Yuri
At Café Poirot.
Because the male waiter was part-time, he had gone back to school an hour early, leaving only Azusa in the café.
Fortunately, there were hardly any customers at this time, and now that it was almost closing time, only these two remained.
Forger-san and Yuri-san were siblings and regular customers.
However, it was rare for them to come to the café two days in a row like this time.
They usually came once or twice a month.
"Forger-san, Yuri-san, the café is closing soon," Azusa reminded them.
"Okay, I know," Yuri said, raising his hand and finishing his coffee in one gulp.
"So, Sis, what have you decided?"
"But why? You work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and I'm a combat instructor at the Metropolitan Police Department. We're both civil servants—isn't that good enough? Why do you insist on me moving abroad?"
Yor was very puzzled, her face full of inquiry.
Moreover, she didn't want to leave Japan. It was the last country her parents had stayed in before they passed away, and she wanted to live here forever.
Yuri opened his mouth, unsure how to explain.
I've changed jobs!
I'm no longer an official in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
To be precise, after becoming a civil servant, he only served in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for a year before transferring to the Public Security Bureau.
He'd never told his sister his true profession, fearing she'd worry, so Yor still thought he was a Ministry of Foreign Affairs official.
The Japanese Public Security Bureau was a relatively dangerous profession, and family members were more likely to face retaliation than ordinary police family members, so Yuri had always wanted to send his sister abroad.
Even knowing his sister was a skilled fighter, they lived in an era of modern weaponry. Even with his sister's strength, Yuri feared hearing bad news one day.
"The work of a combat instructor is too tiring, and Sis isn't young anymore. It's time—"
Before he could finish, Yor was already impatient.
She sullenly drank the last sip of cocoa and squeezed the cup hard.
Crack, crack, crack—
A perfectly good white ceramic coffee cup quickly became a crackled ice-cracked cup, looking rather artistic.
"H-Hey, hey!" Cold sweat dripped from Yuri's forehead. "Sis, are you angry?"
But he didn't seem to have said anything wrong.
Clearly, he hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.
"Me! Am I that old?!" Yor's ruby eyes were fixed on her brother, the veins on the back of her fair, smooth hands gleaming.
"No, no! Sis is young and cute!" Yuri quickly waved his hands. "I just think it's time for Sis to find me a brother-in-law. I know several foreign friends, they—"
Yuri was interrupted by his sister's gaze before he could finish. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "If Sis doesn't like them, that's fine. Sis raised me before, and now that I'm earning money, I, as your brother, will raise you!"
Yuri suddenly felt a surge of passion. Without realizing it, one foot was on the chair and the other on the table. His right fist was clenched upward, his head held high, and a flash of light appeared behind him.
It was as if raising his sister was some great undertaking.
"Yuri-san!"
Azusa rubbed her forehead, somewhat helpless. What's with standing on the table? Although she would have to wipe it down later anyway.
"Sorry!"
Yor grabbed her younger brother and slammed him to the ground, bowing deeply.
"Are you... alright?"
Azusa was startled to see blood trickling from Yuri's mouth as he lay on the ground.
"I'm fine." Yor glanced at her brother, indicating that he was resilient and would be okay.
"Alright, alright, but we're closed." Azusa pointed to the time. "I'm very sorry."
"No, we're the ones who should apologize."
Yor pulled Yuri up to pay and hurried away. Her brother's behavior today was truly embarrassing.
Watching the two leave, Azusa sighed and wiped away the shoe prints on the table and chair.
What a strange pair of siblings.
Hmm, this cup...
So beautiful!
"Hey! Sis, that's enough—I can walk by myself!"
After being dragged by the back of his collar for a long distance, Yuri spoke helplessly, pulling his collar to cover his face.
Many passersby turned to look at him. This is too embarrassing!
"Hmm."
Thump!
Yuri landed on the ground.
He patted his rear and stood up as usual.
The two were now standing at a crossroads. They didn't live together—according to the directions, one went left and the other right.
"Go back, work hard, and don't mention going abroad again."
After saying that, Yor walked straight to the left.
Twenty-seven years old.
Yes, she was already twenty-seven—not old, but not young either.
But after becoming an assassin, dating and marriage seemed a bit far away for her.
She didn't even dare to live with her younger brother.
First, she was afraid that her brother would discover her hidden identity as an assassin. Second, she was afraid that one day when she was targeted for retaliation, she would hurt her brother.
Yuri, if you knew that your early tuition fees were earned by your assassin sister through killing, what would you think?
You'd probably distance yourself from me.
Although she had investigated all the missions she accepted beforehand, making sure they weren't good people before taking action, this wasn't ancient times. The law was the maintainer of social order, not her as an assassin.
"If Sis finds a boyfriend, she must bring him to meet me so I can assess him!"
The trip abroad was off the table, but Yuri was still bothered by the boyfriend issue.
If she finds a boyfriend, I'll expose him completely, leaving no room for doubt. If he isn't a good person, I absolutely can't let him harm Sis!
Although he verbally wanted his sister to find a brother-in-law, Yuri secretly harbored a sister complex, though he refused to admit it.
Yes, that's settled.
As a Public Security officer, he had considerable authority—investigating someone wasn't difficult.
I'll have Kazami Yuya investigate. After all, Furuya-san has been dispatched to infiltrate that black organization and isn't in Japan for the time being, so using his people shouldn't be a problem.
There was no reply—Yor had already disappeared at the end of the road.
Sis, as amazing as ever!
Yuri rubbed his cheek. It hurt.
Fortunately, he had always grown up this way, and his physical abilities had completely adapted to his sister's pace.
At the Natsukawa household.
"Papa, Anya's going to sleep~"
Anya rode Bond into her room.
Once inside, Anya jumped off Bond's back, quickly locked the door, and pulled them both under the covers.
In the darkness, Bond expertly curled up like a beanbag chair while Anya leaned against him.
After confirming no one was eavesdropping, she cautiously asked, "Bond, is she Mama?"
Her tone was excited, clearly filled with curiosity about this potential mother.
Today was a full moon, and her abilities were temporarily disabled, so she could only guess and couldn't read Bond's mind.
However, based on her understanding of Bond, he wouldn't normally go out alone so late at night—he must have gone out for something important.
"Woof~"
Bond licked Anya's little hand, blinking his eyes.
"I don't understand. How about I teach you to speak?" Anya said earnestly.
"Woof?"
"No way, school's already tiring enough. Adding Bond's lessons would leave me with no free time. I'm going to be the leader of the Detective Boys!"
The little girl fantasized about being the center of attention at school after becoming the leader of the Detective Boys, and drool dripped from her mouth.
I'll be so cool~
(End of Chapter 39)