In the room where she was abandoned by her only older sister, Michelie Noir stood stock still in blank surprise.
Her hair was scattered on the floor. The wreckage of the golden waves sheâd grown for so long. But right now, Michelieâs eyes didnât even see the hair around her or anything else.
She didnât care about such a thing. Originally, my most beloved older sister praised my hair saying she likes it, so I asked a maid to help me keep it nice. If it was cut by the person I wanted to impress by growing it long, then I didnât care about it anymore.
Thatâs why what had shocked Michelie wasnât having her hair, a ladyâs pride, cut off.
It wasnât even the words of her always reckless sister either. What had gone straight to her heart were the eyes that Chris had looked at her with.
Narrowed eyes, with the lids slightly hooded, wrinkled eyebrows not quite enough to look displeased. The colour of the eyes that looked at me like that, they had felt murky.
Everyone I had met had looked at me with those eyes.
âwhat a pitiful child.
The only eyes that had never looked at me that way in this whole world were the black irisâs of my beloved older sister.
That murkiness she had seen, even more so, as it was her beloved sister who they belonged to, was shocking enough to leave Michelie blank with shock temporarily.
ââŚ.neverâ
How long had she been standing there for.
From Michelieâs downcast form a continuous stream of resentful words, could be heard.
âNeverâŚ.wonâtâŚ.forgiâŚ.â
The storm of my feelings couldnât be kept down, so much so that time seemed to have stopped.
âAbsolutely, never forgiveâŚâŚ!â
Driven by those violent emotions Michelieâs fists clenched harder and harder.
âMichelie? Ah, I thought youâd be here.â
Michelie was still rooted to the spot by the vortex of unpleasant emotions when the door to the room opened.
Michelie slowly turned towards that rude voice. Standing there, was a boy of the same age, same hair and same colour eyes as her.
âMichelie, I wanted to ask ifâŚ.eh? You cut your hair Michelie. Anyway, thatâs not important.â
The rude boy whole entered without even knocking, was Charles. Charles didnât even seem to notice Michelieâs emotionless face. he didnât have any comment on her new shorter than common sense hair length.
âHey Michelie, Chris is acting weird, did you do something? She told me to go home, then wouldnât see me to the door and wonât even meet my eyes. Today Chris was even stranger than her second form.â
âCharlesâ
Completely ignoring Charlesâ flood of questions, Michelie called out quietly.
âCooperateâ
Michelie hated Charles. She firmly believe she would never see eye to eye with him.
But, throwing aside her hostility at her natural enemy, there was something she absolutely had to accomplish.
In response to Michelieâs words Charles frowned.
âWhat, all of a sudden.â
âBecause I cannot forgive. So cooperateâ
âWha?â
The wrinkle between Charlesâ brows deepened at Michelieâs unclear explanation.
Of course he would react like that. Just as Michelie hates Charles, Charles also hates Michelie. Suddenly being asked by an enemy to cooperate with them without an explanation, of course he wouldnât easily agree.
Because Charles and Michelie both share the same most important person in the world.
Like repels like. Which was also why Michelie was sure Charles would help her.
âThat big Sister has changed, you noticed right Charles?â
âWell, yeah Chris has been weird todayâŚ.â
âThen cooperateâ
Even if I resent it, The person who cares the most about my sister other than me is Charles. Normally that repelled me. But today was different.
Michelie held out her hand to Charles
âHelp me find out what hurt Big Sisterâ
Charles eyed her outstretched hand as if it were a slug.
âYou mean, the cause of Chrisâs change?â
âYesâ
âThe cause, itâs something thatâs hurting Chris right?â
âBig Sister looked like she was in painâ
âShe didnât turn back to normal at all?â
ââŚThis hair, it was Big Sister who chopped it offâ
Holding a piece of her now short hair Michelie said who cut it.
Hearing that, Charlesâ eyes narrowed.
ââŚ..mmâ
Chris, who always exclaims that she loves Michelie the most in the world, performed such a rash and violent act. Even if it sounded ridiculous, Charles would understand since he saw Chris with his own eyes.
Chris having gone so far, she wouldnât be able to come back so easily.
When her hair was cut, in Chrisâ eyes Michelie had seen fierce resolution, sacrifice and pity.
The change in Chrisâs heart, it isnât like what happened with Charles. At that time Chrisâs change of heart had been because of a clear outside cause. And that was something that time alone could not erase.
âSo cooperate with meâ
ââŚ.Okayâ
Charles took Michelieâs hand only as much was necessary looking, disgusted to even touch her.
âI will cooperate with you. Since itâs for Chris.â
âThatâs right. Cooperation for Big Sisterâs sakeâ
Between the two people holding hands, there wasnât the slightest bit of trust. All that held them together was the shared interest of doing it for Chris.
âBut, I will definitely rescue Chris. Michelie youâll be useful for thatâ
âf course. Same to you Charles, I wonât get in your way.â
Michelie looked at Charles coldly.
Something had muddied that black that had glittered the most in the world. Somewhere out there was the bastard who had broken the heart of Chris, the most amazing person in the world. And so, what Michelie should do as a sister was clear.
âThe person who made Big Sister have those eyes. That bastard who obstructed my Big Sisterâs lifeâŚ..!â
As her head rose, eyes wide open, face dyed with anger, in those blue eyes burned resolution.
âI will never forgive them!â
Held by that flood of emotions, driven by her fury, Michelie took her first step.
It was the first step towards crushing the destiny Chris knew to pieces.
Elsewhere, Father muttered ââŚ.I felt a chillâ