Distant...?

Max and Cyth as they enter the classroom was keeping up their one-sided fight.

" Because of you, all we did today was fight!" Cyth said, leading their way to class.

' He started it though...' Their classmates, who were their teammates in the game thought, unable to talk back to Cyth because of his status, Cyth's father is the right hand man of the emperor. Their continent was divided into four; the eastern, western, southern, and the northern parts which they call a region, all were ruled by the emperor, but one was out of the emperor's control(although unspoken, the kings' of the of the emperor and even the emperor himself knew of this fact). The North, which where Max and his family live(and rule in the shadows), that's the second reason why Cyth hated him.

" ... Well, fire can't just start by itself." Max said, implying that Cyth started it, but Cyth thought the opposite, that their fight wouldn't have started without Max being stupid.

" Exactly! " Cyth agreed, shouting.

' He interpreted it wrong....' the guys behind them thought.

" Still, it would have been better if it weren't fueled." Max added, regretting that he reacted to an idiot's provocation. Again, Cyth interpreted it wrongly.

" Exactly! You shou-"

" Cyth, relax. It's not his fault you fell in love with him at first sight and got dumped by the fact that he was a dude." Jake Erlond Sey Frewing, the prince of one of this world's region claimed, leaning his elbow at Cyth's shoulder, smiling brightly as he mock.

Cyth shuddered in embarrassment and from the fact that it was true. Well, he can't blaim himself for being stupidly into pretty girls, too bad that pretty girl wasn't actually a girl. The guys behind them also blushed from embarrassment.

" W-we can't blaim the sinner! Blaim the sin!" Cyth and the guys on the back said in unison and point at Max, implying that Max was the sin.

" Ew." Max muttered and walked away with pale face.

" Pfft HAHAHAHAHAHA." The prince laughed. " Well, even I wouldn't be able to risist if our first meeting, he'd be looking like this." He said, looking at his phone. A body of a guy seemingly soaring with a ball in his hand, and was smiling heartily with the orange evening clouds in the background was motionless(it's a picture after all) it was like scene from a fairytale. The guys behind took a peek too, looking with glittering eyes at the picture of a pretty boy, then shuddered after the thought that it was a man and what may be dangling between their thighs are dangling between there too, despite having the kind of face a goddess can have be imagined with, it still is connected to a body of a man. Shame, truly. A deep regret.

" Damnit...." They all muttered.

His beauty is a sin.

...

Getting back home with his sister, they rode the cheapest grey car there is in this world.

" How was your day, Young Master, Young Lady?" The driver spoke after three minutes of driving them, his voice was low and respectful, as if a believer talking to their god.

Cyeire fixed Max's hair and point her finger at him to empathize before speaking. " He's more beautiful than me!! That's my day! Can you believe that?!" Cyeire pouted, crossing her arms and glaring at Max. She implied that she's jealous of her brother's beautiful face, since she had a handsome one. Max took after their deceased Mother's face, while she took after their Father's

" To me, you are more beautiful." Max replied. Cyeire's whole acting broke to pieces, her face turned completely red. Max's sincerity became the key to her 'door' called 'fake insecurity(teasing)'

" Looks like the Young Master Maxon has won again, Young Lady." The driver, Paul Faoka, commented.

" Shut it!" She shouted and laid on the seat with her head on Max's lap, covering her face with her hands as she hide her reddish face. ' This is cheating!!' she thought.

With Cyeire's flustered remark, Paul couldn't resist smiling. His Young Lady that was only a knee in height at 'that' time, and his Young Master that was a coke bottle in size when he was just a baby has now grown up into fine teenagers.

It took a very long ride. An hour and a half.

" Sis, wake up." Max whispered, shaking his sister Cyeire gently as he open the broken car door beside him.

" Mom, ngh" She whispered back in her (acting)half asleep state, hugging Max's waist as she snuggle. " Five more mi- ack!" Her request was stopped by their angry father.

" Oi, what are you doing? It's already dark, get the hell outta the car." Their father, Augustine Cezkrus, said after hitting his daughter's head.

" The fuck was that for?! You asshole!" She complained, feeling a sharp pain on her head from getting punched by a hand wearing three rings, from the point finger to the ring finger.

" You little pig, can't you see your brother's expression? Get the hell out already. " Augustine glared at his troublesome daughter until She let go of Max, she scratched her head from the sight of his little brother's grief. Augustine then pulled Max out of the car like it was the most natural thing to do, his son's weight can't even be compared to a single potato sack. He shook his head in disbelief.

" Dad..." Max's eyes bled from the sight of their Father. He saw things, things that are out of this world, and it pains him, twisting him violently, the things that asked him for forgiveness were the things that push him to his insanity, and everytime he tries to control it, he succeed only in return, he lost some part of himself.

" Close your eyes." Augustine said, voice that's about to break has long been replaced with coldness, still, the lips remained trembling. ' I don't want to lose you too.' he said to himself in his mind as he promise to treasure his children.

" You're so dramatic, Dad." Cyeire rolled her eyes. She took off her necktie and blindfold Max with it. " Any better?" She asked with a winning smile, sadly, Max remained quiet. Max can see them. He can hear them. He can feel them. That's just how it is. Max has been suffering from it until he learned to adapt in that kind of torture, but he also break down, at least once every month and lost control of everything.

" Dad, you killed more than five people today!" Max said bitterly, although the sound of his voice was far from the anger he's feeling, Cyeire can tell that he's furious.

" I know, I know. Let's go inside first." Augustine said, as if neglecting his son's anger, if it were not from the fact that he just can't tell what his son's emotions are, he would not have been too cold and dense. Unlike Cyeire who can completely see through his younger brother.

They walked in a luxurious mansion they call home with Max in between them, Paul followed behind them after burning the car they used.

" I can't eat today." Max claimed and walked away from them, he walked upstairs and that made Augustine smile. " FUCK! What are you up to this time?!!!" Cyeire shouted, feeling ominous.

" I gave him a gift." Augustine said with a proud smile stuck on his face.

" What gift?! And you didn't give me any?!" Cyeire complained, stomping her feet.

" What do you want then?" Augustine asked.

" ... How can you not know mine, but know Maxon's?!" She asked, surprised in a different way.

Augustine got himself confused too.

*Thud*

A loud noise disturbed them, it was Max. He was running downstairs in a hurry, his destination was the toilet. The Father and Daughter just watched it all happen.

" Seriously, what did you give him?" Cyeire asked, seriously this time. Puzzled and slightly annoyed.

" A Princess...?" Augustine answered.

"....Huh?"

" Hm...?"

Seconds of coughing in the bathroom, Max went out and demanded in disappointment, " Dad, please... tell me why there is a naked person in my room." He was already tired, and witnessing enough gruesome things after reaching home made it even worst, even seconds of breathing is hard enough. He had his guard down, as soon as he reached his room, he took off his blindfold which made it even more shocking for him. Oh he wished it was just a naked woman.

" We dressed her up to your liking, why would I give you something naked?" Augustine said, a little confused by his son's words. Of course Cyeire was different, she instantly ran upstairs and took a look. Max quickly followed behind to stop whatever she may do. In the middle of Max's giant bed was a lady her age, naked and wet, as though she passed out after masturbating. Furious, Cyeire grabbed the girl's hair and flipped her off the bed, forcing the girl to wake up.

" You bitch! Why the fuck are you here?!" Cyeire shouted in anger, opening one of Max's drawers beside the bed and taking out a gun from it. She was about to pull the trigger when Max stopped her.

" Sis, I'm tired, please let me rest..." Max said, holding the gun from behind and pointing it towards the window before he passed out on Cyeire. He didn't want to witness any murder right in front of him, despite the fact that their family dominated the entire dirtworld through murder.