"I DON'T WANNA GO!" Yakeru wailed,

"YOU'RE GOING! LET GO OF THE TREE!" Mizuki tugged at Yakeru's ankles, trying to pry her from the tree,

"Come on! It's not that bad!" Himuro helped in pulling their sister,

Mizuki stopped pulling and sighed, "here, hold this." She handed Himuro an ankle and went up to Yakeru's ear, "If you let go, we'll buy you sweets after school."

At this Yakeru gasped and her eyes sparkled, she slowly slid down from the tree and turned to them hands clasped together, "you promise?"

Both twins sighed, "yes, we promise."

"Yay!"

Once that ordeal was over with the twins continued the short walk to Yosen High, talking about various clubs they may join, mainly basketball.

Students packed the entire outside of the school, certain people yelling out clubs to join and persuading people with flyers.

As they were walking they felt stares and heard gasps coming from around them, they looked around before Mizuki groaned,

"Not again, you're on your own, Tatsuya." Mizuki patted her brother's back and started to walk away,

"No, please don't leave me!" he whispered to her, grabbing her arm tighter, "they don't swarm as much with you around."

"Hmph, your fangirls, your problem." Mizuki tried shrugging her arm away, without success.

"Oh, look! The basketball sign-ups!" her twin brother smiled a little too innocently and dragged her over to the table where a woman and a (rather large) male sat watching them approach.

"Hello, welcome to the basketball sign-ups," The woman greeted them, nodding her head slightly, they nodded back and grabbed a form each, the woman (which they guessed was the coach) looked at Mizuki grabbing the player's forms,

"Oh, that's the player's forms, we have some forms for manager if you want."

Mizuki looked puzzled "eh? No, I want to play," She pulled the slip of paper towards her "it's a unisex team, right?"

The coach looked thoughtful for a moment, "yes, it is, but, are you serious about basketball?"

Mizuki lifted an eyebrow "um, yes, otherwise I wouldn't be here?" she continued filling out the piece of paper, occasionally looking up at the boy sitting next to the coach, who was wide eyed and slack jawed, occasionally mumbling something about girls and basketball. Mizuki raised an eyebrow at his behaviour before filling in the last blank space.

The coach took both forms back and looked them over before nodding at them both,

"See you both at try-outs."

Both teens bowed and turned to walk away,

"Umf!" Mizuki had managed to miss the giant behind her, and successfully collided into him.

"Ow," she rubbed her nose "sorry," she gasped when she looked up at the boy in front of her. His purple eyes looked down at her in boredom as he munched on a packet of crisps. He grunted in response,

"Are these the basketball sign-ups?" he asked,

"Yes." She answered, and moved out his way so he could get to the forms,

"Mizuki, you're staring." Himuro smirked at her,

"Am not!" the girl snapped and started dragging her brother away,

"And guess what?" Mizuki looked at Himuro with interest,

"What?"

Grin getting wider, Himuro tugged Mizuki's head down and whispered in her ear "he's taller than you."

Mizuki's head snapped up and she glared in the direction of the purple boy who dared grow taller than six foot five inches.

"Shut up." She growled, causing Tatsuya to chuckle.

*Later*

When it was nearly time for basketball try outs Mizuki could be seen sleeping in her classroom. Her brother, noticing she wasn't anywhere near the gym, rang her mobile, and received a sleepy answer,

"Tatsuya?" she paused to yawn, "what is it?"

"Time for basketball try outs, where are you?"

"Shit!" the line went dead and Himuro rolled his eyes and let out a huff at his sister's antics. Meanwhile everyone parted for the six foot five girl stampeding her way to the gym, thanks to her long legs she got there reasonably quickly and changed in her record timing for being late to something, throwing clothes off and yanking her gym shorts and shirt on.

Before she reached the gym doors she stopped and calmed herself before she ran into it, after all, she didn't want to run into a set of pull doors on her first day did she? She pulled open the doors and walked in, heads turned to her and she instantly spied her brother's similar head of black hair and eye glaring at her discreetly. She grinned and walked over to him,

"Thanks for calling me."

Himuro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "you were almost late for the only club you'd possibly like."

"Ah, but I wasn't. Thank you, brother," She hugged him tightly, then pulled away and patted his head "hehe, I'm taller than you." She added, causing him to scowl and smack her hand away.

"Baka." Mizuki snickered at his petty insult, she knew how to break his calm exterior and embarrass him. Tatsuya may be older, but Mizuki was taller, and in her mind, that gave her every right to act older and pester him whilst getting away with it.

The doors opened again and the twins turned to see the same woman at the table earlier. She paused at the doors and scanned everyone, one eyebrow raised until she came to where Mizuki and Tatsuya were standing. The pair looked around to see the rest of the students that showed up were staring and whispering, and hadn't seen the coach. The basketball team was made up of males, so seeing Mizuki, a female, was strange, especially at basketball try outs; most thought she was just there to cheer for Himuro, for he had already proven popular with the ladies, but were confused as to why she was in gym clothes.

The coach coughed to gain everyone's attention,

"Alright, line up!" she barked, just to make sure they knew of her presence. The boys scrambled into a line with Mizuki and Himuro on the end. The coach stood in front of them all and scanned them, three other boys stood on either side of her, obviously regulars from last year. Out of the corner of her eye, Mizuki noticed the tall purple haired boy she'd bumped into earlier, it was impossible not to, he was taller than her.

The woman continued scanning them, walking a bit closer to inspect them more, the boys stayed where they were and whispered, gesturing to different players. Finally the coach came to Himuro and Mizuki, she looked up at them both,

"You're the girl who wanted to be on the team," she remembered, "are you serious about this?"

"Yes." Mizuki frowned slightly, she didn't like answering obvious questions, if she wasn't serious about playing she wouldn't be here being gawked at by hormonal teenage boys.

"How good are you both?" her piercing gaze unnerved the twins a bit, and they looked at each other determinedly before turning back,

"We're good." They said in synch. The coach gave a small smile and turned back to the rest of the line.

"I am the coach of this basketball team, You may call me Coach or Coach Araki. I don't tolerate laziness and slacking off in my practises. You only stay if you're serious about playing basketball for our school. On the signup sheets you wrote down your supposed skills, you will play some practise games so we can evaluate you. Split into teams of five and find a set of bibs." She gave a short speech and people were already looking nervous. Most boys went with their friends or taller people (the purple haired boy was picked off quickly), Himuro and Mizuki stuck together and found some stragglers who didn't know anyone, they were a bit nervous to play with Mizuki, or be near her. She sighed as some of them stared in wonder at her, for she was taller than all of them.

Their small team found a pile of black bibs and slipped them on. They looked to a whiteboard everyone else was crowding around near the bleachers and wandered over. On the whiteboard was a table with the team colours and who they were against.

For the first couple of practise games (which lasted about ten minutes each) the black bibbed team were on the bleachers, talking about the other teams playing.

The colours at the moment were navy vs yellow, and Mizuki seemed fixated on the purple haired boy easily blocking everyone's shots. She frowned at him, she was still upset at the thought of someone taller than her. And her staring did not go unnoticed by her brother.

"I bet secretly, you like him being taller than you," Himuro whispered in her ear "you enjoy the thought that someone is superior to you."

"Go to Hell Tatsuya!" she snapped at him, pouting as she watched.

"Just accept it," he leaned in closer, "he's taller than you." He whispered quietly.

"I will not accept it! It's not true! Stilts! It has to be stilts! Or heels!" she growled, scrutinising Murasakibara.

Himuro was enjoying teasing his sister for a change, he didn't get to do it often, and he was going to hold this over her head for the rest of the school year, or her life.

"Come to think of it, most of the basketball team here already seem to be taller than you," he smirked "and you also seem to be the only girl here."

"Shut up!" Mizuki looked ready to punch him.

"Hey guys! I found you!"

Both teens looked to the doors to find a brown haired child… their sister. Yakeru. Who should be in middle school at the moment.

"Crap. Why is she here?" they whispered. Both twins got up and stalked their way over to her.

"Yakeru, why are you here? You should be in school." Himuro frowned at her,

"But it's boring, and all the other kids are mean to me, and you're nice!" the twins sweat dropped at the straightforwardness of their little sister, who seemed to have picked up bad habits from her older sister.

"She gets this from you, you know." Himuro stated, it wasn't even a question.

"Why the hell do you blame everything Yakeru does on me?" Mizuki exclaimed.

" 'Cause it always is…" her brother stared blankly at her.

The twins were so in depth in their conversation that they didn't notice the runt of their family wonder off to the court, until there were shouts from the players. The two watched in horror as the child walked up to the tallest, much to Mizuki's distaste, and stuck out her arms.

"Up." She smiled brightly at the giant who stared at the child in front of him. Mizuki at this point was getting pissed.

"It's me who Yakeru always asks to be picked up by, because everyone else is always shorter than ME! That's what you're thinking right Mi-zu-chan~? Himuro teased his little sister's height complex. All Mizuki did was glare daggers at him as she dragged his sorry-to-be ass to the bane of their existence.

As they were on their way over to Yakeru and the giant, their path was obscured as the Coach Araki shoved her kendo stick in front of them accusingly. "What is that Brats relationship with you." It wasn't a question, but a command for an answer.

The twins glanced at each other and had a mental/eye conversation that only they could understand

Do we lie? Say she's just some random kid we found? Mizuki asked.

No, what would our parents say? Himuro argued.

But if we say she's our sister and she insults the coach, we may never get on the team! Mizuki stressed. Himuro nodded in agreement.

"Mizuki! Himuro!" The dreaded sing-song voice came, the twins looked around to find that their denied little sister was on the shoulders of the giant from the yellow team who have stopped playing to watch the spectacle.

"Well? Don't keep me waiting." Coach Araki said impatiently, tapping her kendo stick on the gym floor.

The twins gulped at the thought of what could, and most likely would, happen. The group watched as the giant let the child down at her request and she skipped to stand in front of the woman who was older than she looked. Yakeru stared at the puzzled woman who stared back at the child with more of a strict force.

Oh shit, she gonna do it! Mizuki commented.

I think I have duct tape in my bag, I can run and get it? Himuro replied.

I have longer legs, I'll get there faster! For once Himuro thought that Mizuki's height complex came in handy for once. Just as she was about to sprint for the bag, the 'Brat' opened her mouth.

"You're…" she trailed off and the twins froze in place.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, they panicked in sync and then they suddenly looked at each other. Let's hit her. Himuro was raising his fist, and Mizuki was ready to catch her when the 'Brat' finished her sentence that could ruin the twins' whole high school life. Forever.

"You're pretty." Yakeru smiled at the coach.

Mizuki and Himuro dropped to the floor in relief. "Yokatta~" they sighed in sync.

Coach Araki was quiet for a moment and this caught the attention of the twins, as they glanced up they saw what they didn't expect from such a straight-laced woman.

She was crying. "Can I keep her?"

The twins snapped their heads to looked at each other. Mizuki whipped out a contract form – that she kept on her person just in case of these situations –and Himuro pulled out a bowler hat, a black fountain pen and a cigar which Mizuki held a fake lighter to as he spoke in perfect English.

"If you can please sign, here, here and here Ma'am." They looked at the Coach expectantly. Sweat was dripping from their faces at the excruciating tension of the dramatic and life-changing moment for their family.

Mum and dad would be proud! They thought with imaginary rainbow tears in the corner of their eyes.