In this small world called high school, there were two different type of people. The first type had white hair, black eyes, with unparallel brain and beauty. The second type was everyone else. The second type was just the other type. They just existed in the small world that was just a singular high school.

"Srusti!"

"I told you to stop interrupting my classes, Inizio."

The first type only consisted two people. It was only Inizio and his younger sister Srusti. Both had soft white hair and deep black eyes that were beautiful. Both had unnatural bodies that held specially modified brains that surpassed all others.

"You did, but you can't expect me to go 8 hours without seeing you. Our schedules never line up."

The older brother was a complete sis-con who could barley go an entire class period without seeing a strand of his younger sister's hair. He had even picked up a few more classes so he could have a reason to be on campus while she was there.

"Which is why you should be in the middle of your AP Government class," and the younger sister was a bit of a tsundere because of her realistic view-point, but a love for her brother.

"You memorized my class schedule?!" Inizio was surprised like he didn't already know this. She memorized his schedules as he memorized hers.

Now that they were out of their white room for six years, they've learned and experienced more then could've ever imagined. From tasting all sorts of different foods to going on all sorts of vacations. Still, they knew that there was so much more they haven't done yet and were eager to try it all.

"Stop bothering your sister when you're supposed to be in class. You see her enough when you're at your own house."

So, this became their normal day. A black haired, blue eyed teen that switched from glasses to contacts, came and pulled Inizio out of the classroom in which he wasn't supposed to be in. This happened at least once a day, if not twice.

"I'll see you after school, big brother."

At first, the class wasn't used to Inizio busting in the middle of instruction, but since it'd been going on since the start of the school year, they've all gotten used to it since they were two months into the year. And, it was through those instances that they found that Srusti wasn't one to be judged by the cover.

On the first day of class, it was like she was unworldly. Like she was untouchable. It was like she wasn't even human. There was always a cold air around her. Her facial expressions never changed, and there was never a flaw to be seen in her appearance, clothing choice, or the answers she gave when in class. Just being in the same room as her was intimidating. Her brightness outshined everything and everyone around her. And, with all the talk about her around the school, it was clear that she was different from all of them. No one was ever meant to be in her presence, but ever since her brother started intruding into her classes in middle school, the untouchable air slowly started disappearing. The fact that she was perfect in every way didn't change, but she became more approachable. If her hyper brother could approach her, maybe they could. People began to accept her coldness, perfection, and unworldliness, and they realized that she was actually a pretty nice person.

"There's no way your brother will get a girlfriend if he keeps this up." It was something that was usually said when this happened. This time is was Srusti's desk mate, London, that also happened to be her friend...or something like that. Either way, they happened to have at least one class in common every year, so they naturally got closer. That's how Srusti looked at it anyway.

"What would he need a girlfriend for?" Srusti asked. Her brother was more then satifisyed with taking care of one female in his life, why would he need another?

"Right," London rolled her eyes, "You're also a fanatic."

Let's just say that Srusti loved her brother very much to the paint of going through his bag every morning, night, and afternoon. She even went through his phone once in a while too, with her brother's permission of course.

"How many times have I told you to stop intruding on your sister's classes?" Alex, like always, after dragging Inizio out of the classroom, was scolding him.

"Yeah, sure." But, of course, the scolding went in one ear and out the other. Everyone knew this, but Inizio was a sister fanatic and a little extroverted but that was all. He never talked to people first, never approached people unless he had to, and never cared if he was alone. All he ever talked about was his sister and the occasional school project, all he ever worried about was his sister, all he ever cared about was his sister. There was nothing more important then her. There was nothing that was important besides her. His sister was the sun while everyone and everything else was an ant. With the way he looked, it was hard to tell, but strip him down to nothing and all there would be is his sister. Nothing more and nothing less.

"Well, don't forget that I'm going over to your house after school," Alex sighed. He knew Inizio that well, but stilled tried his best to correct his ways the best he could.

"You come over almost everyday. Don't you have your own house?" Inizio said in a very sarcastic tone because Alex really went over to his house everyday in the week. It wasn't anything bothersome, but it was one of the little wonders in the back of Inizio's mind. But, there was no way he was going to ask why or tell him that he couldn't come over. That was just indecent, and Alex was his only close friend.

"We have a project that's due tomorrow and you have been pushing it off because you wanted to play around with Srusti."

"You're making it sound like it's my fault she's so cute. You're just jealous that I have a sweet, loving, and amazing cute little sister."

That was just an excuse for not having self control. There was no reason to be bothering someone else when you have you're own project to be doing. But, even if Alex said that, Inizio wasn't going to listen in the slightest. The two stopped right outside of a classroom door for AP Government, knocking on the door, "Just get to class, and stop leaving, I'm not your babysitter. You're lucky I come get you before teachers start calling your AP."

"You over exaggerate," Inizio waved his hand back and forth.

When the door opened, Alex pushed his friend inside, "Stay in there until the bell rings," then pulled it closed. Inizio walked right back into his class satisfied that he got to see his sister like he did any other day. She was as cold to his as ever, but there was no doubt that his little sister loved him.

This was the second month into Sursti's sophomore year in high school, and it was also the last year her and her brother were going to be in school together. It was a little sad that they were no longer going to be on the same campus. They couldn't jus go walking down the hallway if they wanted to see each other.

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After school, the two siblings had the routine of changing out of their school clothes and into rehearsal clothes which were a breathable shirt and shorts. Both of them, though the extracurriculars was made fun of, were in band and had to participate in marching rehearsal everyday. And, like in everything else, they choose to stay together and go into percussion. Sursti, being unathletic decided to stay in the front ensemble playing the center marimba with all of the keyboard and rack instruments while Inizio marched on the field with a share drum as the drum captain.

Like every other day, before rehearsal starts, the front is required to move their instruments from inside the school to the outside practice field that was just a parking lot with yard lines marked. But, with other front ensemble members needing to push out their instruments, the drumline being lazy to help, and Inizio wanting to keep boys away from his sister, he always helped Sursti would with pushing her instrument out as he didn't want her breaking the instrument because she was pushing it around all by herself. Plus, he didn't want her to get run over by the cars that were still driving around.

"Hold onto this for me," Inizio said, placing his water bottle in front of Sursti's parked marimba.

"Okay," she responded, plugging the wooden keyboard into the other marimba so sound was going to go to be let out by the speakers, "Don't hurt yourself."

Inizio wanted to go in for a hug, but he had his drum on. So, he just patted her on the head instead, "You too."

Rehearsals went a little something like this. The band, more specifically the people marching, took the majority of the time perfecting the drill, and the front, who did nothing but stand in front of their instruments and play the same section over and over again, just stood there, talking to each other in low voices--for some reason they couldn't sit down because it was deemed unfair. Though, if you really thought about it, the unfair part was keeping a handful of teens on a burning parking lot to do nothing but listen to people run sets for three hours. Honestly, being inside was more productive for the front, but this predicament was also better. If the front was inside, that would mean that Srusti and Inizio were separated which would lead to Inizio ditching rehearsal to go see his sister. Plus, when it was a cool sunny day outside, Srusti was able to take nice naps outside.

"Srusti, we're playing," of course, those naps came with the usual wake up call. It was usually her classmate Zack her woke her up. Though, he always waited until the last minute, so Srusti got yelled out by their director anyways, "Srusti! Stop dozing off during rehearsal!"

Then, there were some mutters about how being in the front ensemble was easy. About how all they do is sleep after learning their music, but that was false. Being in the front was just as hard as marching on the field, it's just that the effort wasn't seen.

"You know, Zack, if you woke me up three minutes before we play, I wouldn't be getting yelled at al the time," Srusti said, yawning.

"You wouldn't be getting yelled at if you didn't fall asleep all the time," Zack spitted out, "Why're you so tired anyways?"

Well, the thing is, Srusti wasn't tired, she was just bored, and when she got bored she put herself into power saving mode--aka, she put herself to sleep. But she did have a test in her math class earlier that day. It took a little more energy out of her than usual. But, that was a dumb excuse.

"I had a math tests today."

"That's it?" Zach was a bit suspicious. Maybe she pulled an all night-er and doesn't want to admit it.

"That's it."

"Srusti!" Inizio had put his drum down for the one minute break for water and rushed over to her, "What are you talking about?"

He always butted into their conversations without fail. It was almost like it was his life goal to get between the two of them. But, he was an overprotective older brother, so no one would expect less. He was on guard against any man who came within a five feet distance of his sister no matter who it was or how long they knew each other. Of course, Srusti didn't mind him doing this. Honestly, she put a barrier between her brother and other girls too. People just didn't seen it as often.

"He just asked why I'm tired," Sursti found herself being hugged by her older brother now that he had his drum off.

"Really?" Because he developed the same habit, Inizio knew about her tendency to fall asleep when she was bored, and, like his sister, he made up excuses for it too, "Well, I heard that a new person is transferring here tomorrow."

Zack didn't know this and he was the Pit Section Leader, "They're joining percussion? In the middle of marching season?"

Inizio got pushed off of his sister for being too heavy, "I heard the directors talking about it. Apparently, the new person is going to be given the last marimba part, but that's all I heard."

Well that made sense. When they were handed the music in May, the percussion director had told them that there were three marimba parts. It was weird that they were half way through the season and there were only two marimbas on the field. That meant that the transferring was meaning to happen for a while. It made Zack a little curious about who was coming over and what school they were coming from. Of course, what Inizio said is probably all that he knows since he most likely stopped listening to the conversation when it became irrelevant to him and his sister.

"Minute's over! Get back to your spots," the head director yelled from the top of a tower. Hearing that Inizio dropped, "I didn't even get water yet."

Sursti picked up her brother's water and handed it to him, "That's what you get for talking all the time."

Inizio drank some water while looking observing his sister. He motioned for her to turn around with her back facing him, and she did.

"Hold this for a minute," Inizio placed his opened water bottle in Zack's hands to close and hold while he pulled the hair tie that was holding his sister's hair in a ponytail.

"You're hair is getting long," he said, braiding his sister's hair into a loose braid starting from the base of her head.

Sursti picked up the two bang pieces her brother left out of the braid and put them behind her ears. It really was long. Her hair ran from her head to her knees. Plus, she had thick hair, so it weighed her down a lot. But, it wasn't like she hated her hair. It's just that she never got to cutting it

"Should I cut it?" she asked.

Inizio finished the braid and tied it with a purple ribbon he had in his pocket, "Only if you want to."

Well, her hair wasn't a bother, to there was no point in cutting it yet, "Okay."

Inizio finished out the braid by slightly pulling out the strands, making the braid look wider and get further from the ground. Then. he seeped it over his sister shoulders, "There."

Sursti turned around and saw her brother's work. It was the first time he did this during rehearsal.

"As I thought," he said, "Any hair style works on you."

"Inizio! Stop talking to Srusti and get back to your spot!" The two of them got yelled at from the top of the tower. Hearing this, Inizio rushed to his dot while his littler sister was a bit embarrassed. He always embarrassed her for no reason, and it was usually during school when she was talking to some of her friends. She never did that to her brother, but she was understanding as this was his just how he was since he was an overprotective older brother. There really was nothing she could do about him

After the practice was over, the mixer cords were wrapped up and all the equipment was pulled back inside under the blasting air condition, and everyone was allowed to go home. Since Inizio was seventeen, he already had his license and actually got a car for his sixteenth birthday that he picked out himself at a dealership. He got a black, four door, gas powered, car. And, while he drove, Sursti was fast asleep in the passenger seat, her braid still over her shoulder. At first, he wanted a motorcycle, but once he realized that his sister had a habit of falling asleep in a car, he settled on getting a care while they were in high school.

Arriving in the garage of their house, Inizio leaned on the stirring wheel while staring at his sister. She was so cute, whether she was asleep or awake. There was never anything wrong with her. She was the most perfect being Inizio knew. There was no way he deserved to be her older brother. But, he always wished that she should smile more. Just once a month would be fine. Only in front of him. Like when they were younger and she smiled outside the window looking the the bursting lights in the sky. If she started smiling in public, Inizio didn't know if he could fend off all of the people that would come running after her. After all, even without a smile, she was a pure, untouchable fairy.

"Sursti," he spoke, "We're home."

Sursti woke up groggy, rubbing her eyes, "Carry me?"

When she was like this, Sursti was the cutest. Well, she was the cutest no matter what.

"Okay," Inizio said. He left the drivers seat, opened the passenger side, and picked his little sister up from the seat. When she got picked up, Sursti snuggled her head into her brother's chest, so she could fall asleep again. Inizio chuckled, "I spoil you too much."

"You're the one that lets me act like this," she said. Inizio smiled, "I sure do."