Adolescent Adam 1
Prologue
According to Genesis, the world was created from discord.
Human history is a history of discord. The first woman was a product of the very first man’s discord with heaven and the devil and he made her his wife. The serpent’s deception created discord with nature, cursing mankind with the suffering of work and childbirth. Their discord with life burdened them with death and their discord with god ultimately banished them from paradise.
One of the man and woman’s children killed his brother, splitting their life between civilization and farming. Finally, mankind attempted to construct a tower to reach heaven, but they angered their lord and were given the discord of separate cultures.
In all of history, conflict has never once vanished from the world of man. No one lives their lives without sin. When a man is born, he must cull millions of his brothers.
According to Genesis, the world of man will never overcome that discord and obtain harmony.
But…
If some form of harmony does in fact exist…
Chapter 1 – Blue-Burned Sky
“Now!”
The waning light of twilight shined down.
“Look at me with that eye.”
Fujita Mutsuki’s harmony was shattered by that voice.
He struggled and raised his head when he heard that whispering voice that had no place in his normal life.
Despite being told to look, his right eye would not open. He removed his hand from the eye, but it only throbbed with so much heat he thought it would explode.
It was the same itching feeling as when one watched too much TV, swam in a pool, or went outside during allergy season. It felt like the retina had been rubbed too harshly. He felt a heat like something else entirely had replaced his eye. Simply exposing it to the air hurt.
All he could do was hold his hand to it with all his strength.
The itching was growing by the second and he could not resist rubbing at it with his wrist. He gave in to the pleasure of distracting himself, however slightly, from the hot throbbing.
“Ahhh… Gh… Kh…. It hurts… It hurts!”
“Don’t worry. That heat is proof that you are the chosen one.”
He heard some heavy, damp breathing and a boy peered at his face. And the boy did so with a shockingly sensual look in his eyes.
“Look at me. Look at me with your Serpent’s Eye. Violate me with that devilish gaze of such beautiful corruption.”
“…Uuh…”
Tears spilled from Mutsuki’s left eye as he obeyed and removed his hand from his right eye. He hesitantly raised his puffy eyelid like a child afraid of some eye drops.
And…
“Ah…”
The first thing he saw with his opened Serpent’s Eye was an angel swinging down a giant sword.
The boy was sliced in two with his face still twisted in a look of ecstasy. The girl casually kicked the corpse aside, brushed back her hair, and looked to Mutsuki.
Mutsuki gasped not at the sight of someone being killed but at the sight of the girl in his no longer throbbing right eye.
“Fujita Mutsuki. You are the legendary boy chosen by the demonic eye.”
“Who are you?”
“Ange. I was sent here to protect you. I am an angel”
Her clear, ocean blue eyes looked directly into his burning right eye.
“I am Ange of the Double Flame.”
That day was a perfectly normal day that began in a perfectly normal fashion.
“Daaad, mooom, nee-chaaan, Chiakiii, Mutsumi-chaaan! It’s morning!”
With parents, an older sister, and two younger sisters, the Fujita family was relatively large and it was always Mutsuki’s job to get everything ready in the morning. He prepared breakfast and everything else too.
He could not rely on any of the others, so he had no real choice.
“Daaad, mooom.”
He started from the very back of the second story bedrooms lined up alongside his own. The first was his parents’ bedroom. He knew knocking was not enough to wake them, so he opened the door, shook the bed, and called loudly.
Finally, two hands wearing identical rings poked out from the bunched-up sheets and waved to tell him they were up.
They were both adults, so they would not go back to sleep. It was time to move on.
“Mutsumi-chaaan.”
The room next to his parents’ belonged to the youngest daughter, Mutsumi. She was still in kindergarten, so there was no real need to wake her this early, but he had to check on something.
He approached the bed buried under stuffed animals and pulled away the blanket.
“Nn… Onii-tama… Eh heh heh. Good morning.”
“Good morning. I see you didn’t do it today. Good job.”
He praised her and rubbed the head resting on the drool-covered Lazy Bear body pillow she loved so much. Before, she had wet the bed once every three nights, but that rate had thankfully dropped quite a bit recently.
The next was the most formidable foe.
“Nee-chaaan.”
She was in her twenties, but her room looked about the same as Mutsumi, the kindergartner. He stepped into the room decorated with fancy wallpaper and anime posters and approached another bed buried under stuffed animals.
The person sleeping there was a kindergartner in an adult’s body.
“Nee-chan! Wake up, nee-chan. It’s morning. It’s! Morning!”
He shouted quite loudly and shook her by the shoulders.
Despite the rough treatment, his sister continued to doze for about thirty seconds, but she finally opened her eyes.
“Good morning, Mu-chan.”
“Good morning. Now get up.”
“Good morning, Mu-chan.”
“Yes, good morning. You need to get going quickly in the morning. Breakfast is ready.”
“Good morning, Mu-chan.”
“Are you saying that in your sleep? C’mon, let’s go.”
Realizing the normal methods were useless here, he forcibly picked her up and dragged her from the bed. She was 170 centimeters tall, so she had more than ten centimeters on Mutsuki. He lifted her onto his back and left the room. Throwing her into the bathroom would be better than making a fuss here.
That left only one other person.
“Chiakiii? Are you up ye-….ah.”
“…Ah.”
As soon as he opened the door, he realized he should not have. Unlike the others, this sister was only a year younger than him. She had told him to always knock even when waking her in the morning.
Her pajama bottoms were down around her ankles and he was greeted by a cute butt wrapped in the cotton panties of an elementary school girl. It seemed his little sister was already up.
“Pervert!”
She threw a pillow that hit him square in the face.
“S-sorry!”
Mutsuki frantically closed the door. He had completely forgotten that Chiaki had recently decided to act more mature and thus tended to get up on her own in the mornings.
He was unaccustomed to these situations, so his face was beet red. Even if she was his sister, seeing a girl near his age in a state of undress had been too much for him.
“Heh heh heh heh? You sure are perverted, Mu-chan.”
“Why do you only perk up when things like that happen?”
He threw his grinning older sister from his back.
Fujita Mutsuki’s mornings were always like this. Afterwards, he placed breakfast on the table while his family made their way down. All six members of the family had an apron, but Mutsuki’s pale green one was the most stained.
He cooked six fried eggs and twelve strips of bacon. He prepared a large plate of salad and dressing and passed out rice bowls as each person came down.
“Here, Mutsumi-chan. Make sure to eat your broccoli.”
“Uuh… I hate broccoli.”
“Don’t be picky or you’ll never grow up big and strong. C’mon, eat up.”
“Uuh… Munch, munch.”
After preparing his own food, he made sure his youngest sister ate hers.
“Ahh? You can’t beat a morning with your cute little brother looking after you.”
“It doesn’t really matter, but can’t you at least get your own hair ready?”
“It feels great to have you do it, Mu-chan. The warm morning sun, delicious food, and a little brother’s care. This is true happiness.”