Starting a Night Shift Part-time Job at a Convenience Store

Chapter 3.1: Aoyama, Hirai, Takenaka

Hey, big brother, how long are you going to be sleeping? Its almost lunchtime.

Shut up!

Groaning, I rolled over under the covers.

Big brother.

Shut up, stop shaking me.

Even though I was sleeping peacefully earlier, the sound of my younger sisters crude laughter, the persistent clicking, and the roar of the cicadas on the balcony awakened me thoroughly.

Whether I woke up or didnt, I had made up my mind to stay in bed until 14:00 today. I would not yield to this and would go back to sleep again.

Big brother.

If youre starving, go boil somen noodles and eat them yourself.

Ehhh.

What ehhh? Let me sleep, Im tired.

Youre just a NEET, slacking off at this late hour, what a trash of society you are.

Oi, what did you just say?!

When I heard this outrageous line, I pushed off the futon and rose to my feet. Any sleepiness I had been suffering from was now swept away.

What the hell did you just say to your brother! You dare to say Im a NEET! I am working, even if Im not a great person! At least call me a freeter!

A freeter and a NEET are the same things.

You idiot! That was a line that would set off a flurry of outrage from freeters all over the country!

Its different! Its not the same!

Dont lump me in with those who confined themselves in a cramped room, staring at a computer and living off their parents backs!

I was working part-time and being independent!

Whatever, just get a steady job and send some money into my pocket.

This bastard.

You were just a second-year junior high student of social standing.

I mean, what about you? Visiting me at 10:00 in the morning, then proudly settling down in front of the fan and laughing hysterically next to the futon while indulging in video websites on my laptop.

My younger sisters high-pitched voice resounding all the way to the heavens was quite awful after working the night shift.

On top of that, she even created an account using my PC address, and during her free time over the summer vacation, she barged in and spent the whole day on the site. All the while, she was browsing video sites, having me cook all her meals, and eating ice cream and sweets from the fridge without even asking.

Calling my sister a NEET for leading such a depraved life was nothing less than a torment to me.

My house isnt an Internet cafe. Stop staring at the computer all day and go outside. Dont you have homework to do? Have you done it?

I came here today because the pool is closed, and unlike my big brother, I finished my homework in July.

Unh.

Besides, mom told me to check on you when I have time.

Rather than saying checking on me, werent you checking on my computer?

Her white thighs peeked out from her frilly one-piece dress and shorts. She had dyed her hair a bright color in a fit of enthusiasm because it was summer vacation, and had a short bob.

Her eyes were round and her eyelashes were fluttering like a dolls. 

Even to me, her older brother, her appearance was not bad. On the contrary, she was good-looking.

I supposed she must have been involved with a lot of boys and girls in junior high school. My mother frequently mentioned this to me. If she were to walk around Shibuya dressed like this, she would probably be hit on right away. Or she might even be targeted by a wicked man or such

Though that being said, I wasnt worried about that at all.

Because she was stuck in her hometown, sucking a freezer pop at her brothers house, and hooked on a certain major video site.

While she clapped her hands and rejoiced over the computer, pick-ups were completely out of the question.

Hey.

With two caramel pudding parfaits out of the fridge, I talked to my sister, who was watching a horror game on the site and screaming.

Whats up, Im in the middle of a great scene, dont interrupt me.

Dont point your ass back at me looking so dull!

How sad, this being my house, it should be normal for siblings to converse with each other, though

I just started a new part-time job, you might want to hear about it.

After placing one of the caramel pudding parfaits by my sisters side, she finally decided to listen to me and took off her headphones to face up to me.

Whats with this?

I got it from the disposal.

Even though it was about to expire, I could buy it for much cheaper than the listed price, which was a privilege for this kind of part-time job for a single person.

Disposal? Oh, you mean the convenience store

Whats with that face?

I mean, convenience stores pay ridiculously low wages.

Wrong! Its not daytime, Im working late at night!

Late at night? Where?

When I told her it was a convenience store near a certain place, she put a caramel pudding in her mouth and gave a broad smile.

Pugyaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Pugya?!

With her index finger pointed at me, a giggle followed.

Stop it, didnt mom tell you not to do that?

Big brother!

What?

I heard thats a really dangerous place, so you really need to leave right away.

What? Why?

Eh, you dont know, big brother? That place is a haunted place.

A haunted place?

Yeah, my friend Misuzu has supernatural senses. People who committed suicide in the sea of trees or died in accidents in the vicinity would drop by there because they were lonely and wanted to be rescued.