(Author’s Note: This is a parody, guys. The characters are somewhat flanderized for the sake of humor. Take it with a grain of sugar and a sense of humor.)
“I’m home,” she muttered. She had instinctively lowered her voice to a bare whisper. Coming home late was one of the few pleasures she had in life and cooking for her upperclassman Emiya being one of those few things. It was late already, but her family didn’t care.
Deep down, she knew that her family was just humoring her or perhaps humoring themselves by giving her a little hope. Like all hope, this was a fire that could be easily extinguished. She wished the day would never come.
As she walked into the living room, she saw her older brother chatting lively on the phone. He was sprawled over the couch, without a care in the world. At the sound of her approach, he looked up at her before almost instantly dismissing the nuisance that she was.
She sighed internally.
Compared to her brother, who was good at everything in school, what qualities did she have? She could never compare to him, who had the exotic look of someone with some foreign blood in his ancestry. Even at her upperclassman’s home, not once did he turn to look at her as a woman. But he certainly looked at her brother as a man and a friend.
Envy was not unusual to her, but she quickly quashed it down. There was little she could do about her looks; she was just too plain. On the other hand, her brother had girls in each arm and could still boast about his top marks and his ability in archery.
“But that’s fine, life isn’t fair,” she thought to herself. She shook her head to rid herself of such thoughts. Despair was her companion, though sometimes she couldn’t even bring herself to despair.
She blinked, realizing that her body had automatically turned to the basement. She didn’t need to go down, not yet anyway. As she turned around, she bumped into her brother, who yelped violently as she knocked him down.
“Ah, Shinji, I…” She began to apologize. Life was not fair to him either and just looking at him evoked a sense of pity in her heart.
Her brother slapped her helping hands away, “Damn it, I don’t need your help! Don’t touch me!” He growled before straightening himself. He was angry, but that expression quickly faded. It looked like he was trying to hide something from her, though she knew better than to poke around. Such actions tended to lead to much pain on her part.
“Hmph!” Shinji harrumphed. He picked up his things that she had knocked down and rushed away from her, not even telling her to get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness in various ways. She stared at his retreating back for a moment before she noticed that he had dropped something.
It was a plastic case, something used to hold CD’s. She had heard of them from her classmates. This one had a lively looking girl on its cover, wearing the strangest clothing. She frowned as she read the cover, “Prisma Kaleid… Ilya… Limited Edition?”
Cat ears? Talking staves? All those frills…
“What is she wearing?” She wondered aloud, “Is this a swimsuit? What kind of dress is this…?” She might be able to attract her upperclassman’s attention with this, but that thought was fleeting. She quickly remembered that she was too plain for such clothing and that she would probably not look good in them.
“It’s probably an anime…” She muttered, walking up the stairs to her brother’s room. It would be best to return this to him immediately or else he might throw a fit.
Before she reached the top of the staircase, an old, wrinkled voice echoed up from the bottom of the stairs, “Oh, Sakura, you’re home. Come, it’s time for you daily magecraft lessons.”
She tried to hide the plastic case, for her brother’s sake, but even as she slid it away, the panic in her heart was clear. So she nodded absentmindedly. It was time for her lessons. Perhaps thinking about her upperclassman would ease the pain, but despair was her close companion after all, but she had long since gotten used to that.
"Oh, and do leave your porn behind," Grandfather cackled.
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