Distant...?

" What's pi up to thirteen digits?" A teenage girl asked with her soft whispering voice. Her hair was common black, tied into ponytail, her chestnut eyes were in a state of bore, her lips that slightly parted were pristine flower of pink in color, eyelashes that seemingly dancing, legs crossed as she was sitting on a table, one hand that holds a book as the other stroke the head of her little brother.

"... 3.1415926535897," the boy, a year younger than her answered with the same whispering voice as her. It was her little brother. The weak build that he possess was accompanied by the strong mind he has. Or so we thought. He was looking like a small fragile rat, but behind that expected profile, he was very strong, yet very thin.

They both wear their school uniforms that is colored black and blue, she wears blue long sleeves blouse and striped skirt, while her brother wears a blue blouse and black trousers, and with the same black and white striped necktie his sister wears.

" It is the power to influence or command thoughts, opinions, or behaviors, what is it?" She uttered another question as she flip the novel book in her hand, reading at the same time.

"... Authority." He answered, looking at his phone, playing games as he answer his sister's question.

" If you were to open a dead body, what tool would you use?" She asked, clenching the boy's hair with full force, pulling it down to the opposite side, making the boy look at her face.

He groaned in pain. "... An axe." The boy answered, looking at her eyes with questions why, why is she mad again. Intentionally answering wrongly.

The girl flicked her younger brother's forehead. " Wrong, it's a scalpel." She corrected. Again, cheery as she was before after she did the same thing only a few minutes ago.

[YOU HAVE BEEN DEFEATED]

The phone announced. The boy glanced at it and looked back to his sister after shutting off his phone. " Your hair's a mess." His sister said, smiling, she started fixing up her brother's hair after messing it up herself. The boy remained silent, closing his eyes, allowing her to do whatever she wanted, satisfying her sister's sadism, because even with her violent nature, he was at peace with her.

" Max! We're playing, are you coming?" Cyth(pronounced sight) called, peeking through the window outside the hallway, he has been waiting for his friend since ten minutes ago.

" Sis..." Max whispered, implying her to let him go.

" Are they more worthwhile of your time than me, Maxon? " His sister, Cyeire(shay-ri), jumping off the table and asked like she was jealous. Max faced his sister and immediately answered " No."

" Great! Then go ahead, I'll take care of your phone." She said and creeped her hands to her little brother's pocket, taking his phone as he let her do so.

Max opened the classroom's door and looked at a pack of angry mobs.

" What are we worth to you then?" They all asked in unison. Girls crossing their arms and guys glaring at him.

" ... Classmates?" Max answered. Invisibly shrugging.

'Worth being classmates with??'

" You robot." Cyth claimed as he smack the back of his best friend's head.

Max only scratched where he was hit.

" You awake now?" Cyth asked.

"... Yeah," Max said.

Inside the room were two gleaming eyes in rage, watching it all happen.

They all went to the basketball court, girls cheered even without the game starting yet. The players were warming up before they all play, but Max didn't move a finger. He was feeling refreshed, after staying home all weekend, he finally got the chance to stay outside. As the breeze softly whistle, it slowly puts him to sleep, but...

" Max, get your daydreaming ass over here!" Cyth threw Max the ball. Max dodged.

"..."

He was forced to get the ball back.

" Dumbass." Cyth mocked.

"... I was just about to-" Max muttered, he was about to stand up after picking up the ball.

" Fall asleep, right?" Cyth continued Max's complain and hit him in the head again. Suddenly, a ball flew towards his face, unable to dodge, he got hit. " You little...." Furious, he threw the ball towards Max. Max caught it and run towards their team's basket, jumping from the outside of the rainbow line or 3 points line, he dunked the ball in.

It was epic.

" He soared!" The girls made a total fuss about how high he just jumped and fall like the time slowed down just for him to score and majestically land.

" That's cheating." Cyth complained with a frown, jesting.

" No, you gave it to me." Max retorted. Taking the ball from the ground and gave it to Cyth. Only then did they pick up their teammates.

" Why do you keep picking up the guys in the karate club instead of the ones in the basketball club, haa?! Are you guys planning on flipping us, huh??" Cyth said, a little offended by how Max kept on picking the worst guys to his team and not him instead, when he was the ace of the basketball club.

" ... I'm in that club, remember?" Max answered, asking what's wrong with him that the people around him kept on being angry at him.

" Exactly! Can't you just pick up at least one of the members of this game's club members?! Me, perhaps, haa?!!" Cyth completely lost it.

" ... Don't worry, we'll only hit the ball, not the players." Max reassured. Well, considering their last game, where one of Cyth's teammates (Jake Frewing) were kicked in the head and got knocked out, this much reassuring is okay(?).

" Huuuuh?!!! You gotta be kidding!! The game's not about hitting the ball!! It's about shooting it!! Want me to hit your balls, haa?!!" Cyth clenched the collar of Max's shirt.

" ...oh, I'm sorry, okay?" Max apologized. "Calm down." He added.

Suddenly, a loud ringing of a familiar bell was heard. And just like that, the lunch break that was suppose to be half an hour break felt like a single second. And just like last time, their supposed to be "game" turned into "fight"

" Seriously.... Those two," both the members of basketball club and karate club, along with their other classmates in game sighed from their aces.