Author Note: This chapter is from Yenna's perspective

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I have a brother.

But that's a secret, ok?

Ever since I could remember, Toya has been my sister.

But at some point I learned he was actually a brother.

I was told, "Don't tell anyone Toya is a boy," by mother.

"If they find out, someone might take him away," she said.

At the time, I truly didn't understand the difference between boys and girls.

All I knew was that girls wore dresses, and boys didn't. Girls had long hair, boys had short hair.

Going by that view, Toya was clearly a girl, right?

But Toya had something I didn't. And I don't mean his ears and tail. I'd see it the few times we took a bath together, and when I asked mother about it, she explained that it was what made him a boy.

I think it was around that point that a more clear distinction of boys and girls popped into my head.

So Toya was a boy? But why did he dress like a girl? Why couldn't I tell people?

I didn't know. But it worried me.

Even if Toya was mean, and didn't let me use his tail as a pillow, I still loved him.

Having someone take away my pillow—errr...—sister was no good.

Though I say Toya was mean, but he never tried to hurt me, and he's often really nice.

But not just to me. He's nice to a lot of people. He's made friends with most people in the village, and is really smart.

But he's weak.

We played together a lot when we were kids, and he was sometimes a bit rough, like boys usually are, so I ended up becoming just as rough. But as time went on, I realized just how fragile he is.

So I ended up protecting him a lot.

When the girls would say something mean about him, I'd hit them.

When the boys said something mean to him, I'd hit them a lot.

When anyone did anything mean, I'd break them.

Actually, I remember last year, there was this group of older boys. I don't really know them, but I've seen them around, and heard they were trouble-makers. I heard them talking about doing something really mean to Toya. I don't know why you'd do something like that. Toya was never mean to them, right? It confused me. But it really angered me too.

I couldn't forgive them, so I punished them.

Later that day, the village went into a panic as hunters were sent looking for monsters. Mother told me that some kids in the village were mauled by a beast, but it was never found.

Still, if it's running away, Toya can do that.

It annoys me a bit that he also tries to run from me—especially with that weird ability of his—but if he can get away from bad people faster, then it's fine.

Yesterday, we played a game Toya had made up. He occasionally makes up games to play, with weird rules, but this one was pretty simple. Everyone goes and finds a hiding spot, while one person waits, and then goes and finds everyone.

It was the perfect game for Toya, who could smell and hear anyone, and who could run away from any danger. But he didn't play, saying it wouldn't be fair, and instead watched over the game.

However, the game ended early for some reason. I didn't understand why, but Rojji and Ken came running back, calling off the game. Apparently something happened, but they refused to talk about it.

I wanted to know where my little sister was, but when I started pressing Rojji for answers, he just burst out crying.

I'm no good with complicated things, so I decided to go home and wait for Toya, and let him explain.

But Toya didn't come home—or at least I didn't see him come home. Mother said he went out to do something, so I waited patiently. When night finally came, I went to wait in his room, but I fell asleep before he returned.

At some point in the night, I could hear the door open, and someone walking into the room.

—"Sorry for worrying you," it said, as it pat my head.

I heard a voice in my sleep as someone patted my head, but I was simply too tired to move or really wake up—but my hands instinctively grabbed hold of the perpetrator, and didn't let go.

The voice seemed to panic for a bit, but...

—"Fine, I'll allow it."

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When morning came, I realized I was holding onto my little sister—or brother.

Even though we were born around the same time, Toya was clearly smaller than me. In height, we were close, but I was slightly taller, and on top of that Toya was much thinner than I. So calling Toya the little sibling makes sense.

Toya was still blissfully asleep in my arms, and his tail somehow found its way under my head.

As I pulled myself up, I noticed I was still in Toyaru's room, rather than my own. Toya was still dressed in that weird robe-dress thing he's taken a liking to, even though he normally sleeps in next to nothing.

D-don't ask how I know that.

But what upsets me most about the sight, was he was covered in dirt and a few new scratches that weren't there before. As I looked over his body, he seemed to have been working a lot before coming home.

What were you doing, you punk?

I wanted to punch his stomach, and question him—but I decided to just wait for him to wake up normally.

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As if on cue, Toya began to wriggle a bit, as his arms and legs straightened out and stiffened, as if he was stretching in his sleep. With that, Toya let out a low, but long yawn, that slowly died off before I saw his eyes cracked open, from the side.

His eyes scanned the room for a moment, before his head turned to his side, where I sat on my knees on his bed, with his tail on my lap.

He seemed to stare for a moment, as if processing what was going on while his mind came to life. His expression was seemingly blank, only having a hint of confusion as he returned from his dreams.

I thought maybe he would push me away and try to run, so I kept a loose hold on his tail.

But Toya only smiled after a moment, and then tried to pull himself up.

"Sis, why are you in my room?" He asked, as he looked down at his body and noticed he was still wearing the dirty robe. His face soured, as he looked down at it, and back at where he lay, but he shrugged, before turning his eyes back to me.

"I was worried. Rojji didn't say what happened. You told him to not tell me where you were, so I was mad," I said with a pout.

"I told him not to tell anyone about a certain something," He said with a sigh. I thought maybe he'd be in a bad mood when he woke up, but he merely looked at me with a kind expression as he gave me a pat on the head. "You don't have to worry too much about me," He said.

—But I do!

I was about to respond as such, but before I could, he continued, "Anyways, let me change my clothes. This is all dirty now," He complained, as he pushed himself off the bed.

He looked back at me, with his tail trying to wiggle free of my hands. I considered holding him tightly so he couldn't escape, but after a moment of petting his tail in silence, I gently loosened my grasp.

Toya looked at me with a smile, and pat my head once more, but this time with his tail.

He likes to play with people like that, and for some reason likes patting others on the head, even when they're older than him. I asked him about it once, and he merely responded in the haughty attitude he sometimes switches to.

—"It's a reward of course! Who wouldn't want a pat on the head from a cutie like myself?"

Well I don't mind it too much. I've sort of grown use to it.

Still, this brother of mine is a troublemaker.

It makes me want to hit him when I see him playing with the others, touching them with his tail, and talking to them with that weird voice of his, while they turn bright red. Especially when he does it to other girls.

I haven't seen him do it again though—not after I punished him for teasing me like that.

As Toya began undoing the sash that held the robe to his body, I spoke up.

"Hey... Toya, where are you going?"

He looked over at me, with a hint of surprise, but didn't stop, as the sash fell to the floor.

"Well, there's something I have to do in the forest. Some things happened that I have to take care of," He answered as he headed for the wardrobe.

"Can you take me with?" I asked, locking eyes with him as he took a glance my way.

"It's..." He stopped, as if the next words to come out of his mouth were a bad idea. I could almost hear "too dangerous" in my head, and that only made me frown as I looked at him.

"Take me with you," I demanded, no longer asking.

He seemed to consider it, as he looked back over to the wardrobe, and opened it. He didn't give me an answer, and instead he pulled out a robe—a yakata as he called it—with a design somewhat different from the one he'd been wearing. There was some variety among the robe-like dresses he wore, though almost all of them were plain white, and merely had a difference of skirt length, some stylistic designs, or in some cases had a colored pattern. He had that Ellen girl make various designs, and as he got older, some became a bit more eccentric.

The one he pulled out was an elegant, fiery red dress. Looking at it, I could only think that it would certainly match Toya's red hair and tail. On it, I could see various patterns sewn into it, that gave the impression of flames, and along the sleeves, I saw a fox whose body stretched across the back of the dress.

Eh? There's no hole for his tail to pass through?

"Put this on after you bathe," He said, passing me the dress.

Did he get this one for me?

Not knowing what to think, I looked between the dress and Toya.

"O-ok, I'll go," I stammered, as I carried the dress to my room, and left Toya alone.

Ah, it's really pretty...

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Author Notes:

Alright, so here's a POV chapter for Yenna. I also have another POV chapter written up for a different character later, so tell me how I did on this one.

The chapter gives some insight into how Yenna sees Toyaru.

Anyways, as I look forward in this story, I think to myself, "Holy crap, some of these ideas are really twisted, you know?"

I haven't really written too much, but I feel that some people might be off put if I suddenly how many screws Toyaru has loosened since his rebirth. Only thing I can do is continue to write, and hope that his carefree spirit will carry the series.