A few moments later, in the tiny, three-by-four-meter apartment Grey had "borrowed" cash from the orphanage to rent during their escape, Grey was sitting cross-legged at a low table with a futon behind him. He removed the hilt of his sword—which was blameless until a button was pressed—and set it on the table, leaning back on his hands.
"Hah… finally done," he muttered, letting out a breath.
"Big Brother, are you really sticking with the soldier thing? We already have that restaurant gig," Gizelle said inside his head.
"Yeah. The plan is to enlist tomorrow. I want to be on the front lines, securing this city. I can't stand sitting still like this, and besides… we need a ton of Soul Points," Grey replied.
"Hmm, okay. But it's my turn now—I get to be outside, and you rest inside. That was the deal, right? One day each," Gizelle countered.
"Haaah… fine, fine," Grey conceded.
Suddenly, Grey's body pulsed with light, and he instantly changed into Gizelle. She stood and walked to the window to draw the curtain. Then, "Tlak," Gizelle started stripping until she was completely nude.
"What are you doing?" Grey asked from inside Gizelle's head.
"Taking a shower. We're all sweaty, you know," Gizelle replied.
"Oh… okay. (I can't help but be suspicious, sorry.)" Grey responded inside her mind.
Humming cheerfully, Gizelle walked casually into the small bathroom. "Crrrrs," she turned on the shower and began washing herself.
"Oh, right, Big Brother. Since we're only seventeen and the minimum age for a soldier is eighteen, we're stuck with a year of training, aren't we?" Gizelle asked.
"Yeah, that's right. We have to do the training whether we like it or not," Grey replied in her head.
"Then who's outside? You or me? We can't register twice, and our alternating-day rule won't work there," Gizelle reasoned.
"Hmmm… that's true. How about this: while we're at the military academy for training, I'm outside. Then, when we're deployed in the field, you're outside. Deal?" Grey proposed.
"Okay, agreed. Besides, I'm not as serious as you. I hate studying; I only like being with you, Big Brother," Gizelle answered.
"O-okay, well, just finish your shower then. (You foolish little sister.)" Grey said inside her mind.
"But remember, Big Brother, if any girl tries to get close to you, I will definitely intervene," Gizelle warned.
"Aaaah, not that again! How many times do I have to tell you? I've survived six lives, and every single death was because you killed me over dating someone! And judging by the reasons on that screen, I'm apparently a total sucker for the opposite sex, so I'm officially cured!" Grey burst out in his head.
"Hehehe… okay. I'll keep protecting you, Big Brother. Don't worry. Hehehe," Gizelle said with a smile, washing her hair under the shower spray.
"Grrr… I am completely done with romance or whatever you call it. All I want is peace and quiet," Grey muttered to himself.
"Kyaaaaa!" A sudden scream came from the apartment next door. "Kyut." Gizelle instantly shut off the shower and turned to the door. Without hesitation, she grabbed her towel, dried herself off, snatched one of her carbine rifles from the table, and walked out the apartment and over to the neighbor's. "Tok… tok." She knocked firmly. "Cklek." The door was opened by a bald, heavily tattooed, bearded man in his thirties, whose jaw immediately dropped. "Ckreck." The muzzle of Gizelle's carbine was pressed directly against the man's forehead.
"Huh!" The man gasped in shock.
"How many times do I have to tell you to keep the noise down? You interrupted my shower. Don't hit your wife. Understand?" Gizelle asked, her voice slow, deep, and menacingly cold.
"Y-yes, sorry," the man replied, raising both hands in surrender.
"Good," Gizelle finished.
Gizelle calmly turned and walked back to their apartment, her carbine casually slung over her shoulder. The man watching her started bleeding from his nose. He instantly clamped his hand over it, looked at the blood, and then stared one last time at Gizelle walking away.
"Weird neighbor. The sister is a total psycho… but her twin brother is super nice. They're like night and day," the man muttered.
He then went inside and locked the door. The building fell quiet again. "Klap," Gizelle re-entered the apartment. "Syuuut," she dropped the towel and stepped back into the bathroom to continue her shower. But then she spoke in her head.
"Why are you so quiet, Big Brother? You usually yell… 'Oi, Gizelle, what are you doing?' Hehe," Gizelle asked.
"Hah… what's the point? It's just exhausting. It's not like you'll listen to anything I say, is it?" Grey replied.
"Nope, I won't. Hehe," Gizelle confirmed.
"That's why it's pointless talking… you stupid sister," Grey shot back.
Gizelle turned the shower back on, but then, "Nyot," she squeezed her own large chest with her hand and smiled.
"Hey… w-what are you doing?!" Grey yelled inside her head.
"Hehe… how about we have some fun, Big Brother… Akh," Gizelle massaged her own breasts.
"Akh… h-hey! Stop it!" Grey demanded.
Instead of stopping, Gizelle only grew bolder. She played with her own nipples and her hand began wandering lower. "Akh," Gizelle started moaning with pleasure.
"Aahh… hah… h-hey, Gizelle, stop it! I'm a guy! I don't want to feel what girls feel… when… Akh!" Grey screamed inside his head.
"How about we use the Ultimate Double mode skill? I can help you let go of everything because you've had two wet dreams this month. You need an outlet, right? Besides, I'm just like you; I can feel the sensation of being a guy, just like you feel, hehehe," Gizelle suggested.
"Aaaaakkh… that skill is not for things like that! Don't you dare, you crazy sister! And don't bring up my private business!" Grey shrieked.
"Wrong. I'm your foster sister, no blood relation. Now I'm officially your wife, 'til death do us part... oh, wait, not even death can separate us, hehehe," Gizelle declared.
"Sh-shut up! Just shower! We have to register at the military base tomorrow and go to work… don't pull any more stunts! I want to sleep," Grey commanded.
"Jleb." Gizelle deliberately inserted two fingers into her "hole." "Aaaaaakh." Both Gizelle and Grey instantly groaned with pleasure. Grey, still in the white room, just lay still on the bed, breathless and defeated. He knew he just had to wait for Gizelle to finish, because nothing he said would stop her.
"Grrr… she really is a crazy sister. This is totally out of line… but… she's right… not even death can separate us… that's been proven six times, and now this… AAAAAAAAAHHH… why did my life have to turn out like this?" Grey said in his own head, frustrated, burying his red face in his hands.