The outfit was certainly one a boorish man would wear while stalking and then kidnapping their target... but the person looking through the binoculars was a young girl with short, fiery-red hair in a bob cut.
“What’s up, Emmitt?” asked a woman with the same hair color, but long, as she munched on an anko bun she had bought at a convenience store.
Hesitantly, the woman called Emmitt started speaking as she peered through the binoculars: “Sis, there’s a strange person near the observation target?”
“It’s not Kyouhei Nanbu, Shuuhei Nanbu, Sanae Murata, or Youko Minebe?” the long-haired woman asked, frowning as she stuffed her bun back into its wrapper. “Also, Emmitt, I’ve told you not to call me that on the job.”
She tossed the bun back into the bag to her side and took out an SLR camera with a telephoto lens. She zoomed in on the observation target, Pamil, and Kyouhei Nanbu, who acted as her guardian.
“...She certainly is weird,” she admitted.
Apparently, Kyouhei Nanbu knew the girl, as he was shouting angrily at her.
“What do we do, Elsia?” asked Emmitt with a confused expression.
“Well... if they’re acquaintances, we’ll need to run some checks.”
“Checks and everything... we don’t even know how related they are.”
They didn’t even know why the Colonel who was backing them was interested in Pamil either. They were aware that the lightning, fire, and other such events were abnormal. She was just one person, though, not something to create a big political upheaval over, and so they couldn’t think of a reason to justify sending personnel over to this backwater nation in the far east.
What on earth did they want with her? Without knowing that, spending so much time monitoring her was far too inefficient.
But...
“Emmitt, we take the money, we investigate, and then we report.”
“I suppose so. But seriously, though... what are we doing...?” Emmitt muttered nonchalantly, pulling a CalorieMate from her pocket and chewing it.
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“You ruffian! Unhand my Onee-sama!” cried a girl, her shapely eyebrows bristling.
She was blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and pale-skinned.
With her features mostly being similar to Pamil’s, but smaller, you’d accept it if you were told they were siblings.
However...
“She’s...?” Kyouhei murmured with a confused expression. The girl’s expression of rage was aimed towards Pamil, who had Mizuhito’s collar, or more accurately, the skull hanging from his neck. “...Hey, Pamil. Whether she’s your sister or not, she seriously thinks Mizuhito is her sister?”
“Hmm?”
The intent to physically separate the two was written all over the little girl’s face. “Unhand my Onee-sama!” she demanded.
“Um, young lady,” Kyouhei entreated, holding a hand up to his forehead to stave off the headache.
“I’m not a young lady! My name is Lorie—”
“That perv isn’t your sister,” he interrupted her.
“...Huh?”
“He’s a guy. Men can’t be sisters. And he’s completely Japanese as well.”
The girl, Lorie, blinked her big blue eyes several times. “Y-You...” she began, poking Mizuhito repeatedly with a trembling finger, a horrified expression on her face, “You’re not my onee-sama!”
“You should have noticed already!” Kyouhei couldn’t help but yell.
“I can’t believe you would deceive me like this!” she cried at Mizuhito.
“You just made assumptions!” Kyouhei yelled, again unable to help himself, before sighing and continuing: “Anyway, why did you even think he was your sister?”
“Because the first thing I saw when the lid was opened had to be my onee-sama.”
“Indeed, imprinting,” said Pamil, folding her arms and nodding as Kyouhei remained speechless.
“Don’t be so proud of yourself,” he told her.
“If this isn’t my onee-sama...” she wondered, chewing her finger in thought for about ten seconds before suddenly looking up at Kyouhei and Pamil. “...It can’t be!”
“Yeah, it is,” Kyouhei said in annoyance.
The reunion between the sisters—or something like that—had finally happened, though Kyouhei could feel more chaos looming, but let’s ignore that.
Either way, they couldn’t leave a small girl like that with no guardian.
Although, if she was of the same ilk as Pamil, it wouldn’t be the girl who was in danger, but everyone else around her.
“Ahh... Onee-sama,” she uttered, putting her hands together as if praying, overcome with emotion.
She’d been absolutely dying to meet her ‘onee-sama,’ just as Pamil had suggested.
Then...
“I finally found you!” she cried, launching into a hug.
“...What?”
...A hug aimed at Kyouhei.
“Ah, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama!”
She snuggled and snuggled her face into his stomach, at an angle that would have been somewhat risky if she had horns.
“Wha... What?!”
“Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-samaaaaa!”
Snuggle snuggle.
“Hey! Wait—”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama!”
Snuggle snuggle snuggle.
Well, Lorie was shouting in ecstasy, and completely not hearing Kyouhei’s voice.
“Oh, so Kyouhei was her onee-sama. I didn’t see that coming,” Mizuhito concluded with a nod, watching the situation.
Prompting...
“You morooooooon!” yelled Kyouhei, obviously.
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“Elsia,” murmured Emmitt, looking through the binoculars.
“What?”
“There’s another one of them. She looks similar too.”
Of course, looking through the telephoto lens, Elsia could also see the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl who was Pamil’s spitting image.
“Should we report that too?” Emmitt asked.
“...Well, I guess so...”
“Do you think we should try finding out the background information first?”
“...Maybe,” Elsia answered, sighing as she gazed through the lens.
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Meanwhile.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama!”
Lorie snuggled on and on, continuing her squirming embrace, or whatever you’d call it, and ignoring Kyouhei’s objections.
“Hmm,” frowned Pamil.
After frowning at the pair of them for a while, she trotted over...
“Onii-sama!” she cried, clinging on to the opposite side of Kyouhei.
“Wai... Pamil?!”
“I won’t lose!” she insisted, a strange sense of competitiveness blazing within her. “You’re my Onii-sama!”
“Well, yeah, I am, but...”
“So I won’t let some girl calling you ‘Onee-sama’ have you!”
“That’s not the point—”
“Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama!”
A face snuggled into his side.
“Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama!”
A face snuggled into his other side.
“Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama!”
“Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama!”
“The hell is this mess?!” Kyouhei asked. “...Hey, the pair of you, listen!”
“Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama!”
“Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama!”
And so on it went, for a seeming eternity.
“Let him go, Kyouhei is my onii-sama!” Pamil yelled.
“No, I finally met my onee-sama!” Lorie screamed.
“Let him go!”
“I shall not!”
“...You’re both idiots!” Kyouhei groaned, his complaints falling on deaf ears.
“Let. Him. Go!”
“I. Shall. Not!”
The two had switched to pulling him towards themselves by his arms.
“Ow! Ow! My arms are coming off!”
“Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama, Onee-sama!”
“Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama, Onii-sama!”
“I’m gonna break! You’re gonna kill me!”