"Come on Mira can we go now?" Harry whined.

Mira turned an annoyed glare in the direction of her brother. The eight-year-old sat grumpily on the ground with his back against the cold metal. His glasses sat very securely on his face as he wore black suspenders with an army gray shirt and yellow/blue sneakers over army gray socks.

"Oh chill out Harry. Let me just have one more round and we can go, okay?" Mira asked.

It was about two weeks since her thirteenth birthday had past and since then she had spent most of her time at the training gym.

"You're just upset because you don't have one." Mira said leaning against the surrounding of the holosseum.

To know if that was the truth or not was a mystery, but one thing was for
sure Mira was more then happy when her parents were able to get her; her own custom robo. That's right she finally got one. An Aerial Beauty model, type Sol. She wasn't yet able to make her own holosseum, but Mira was already proving to be a top notch a fighter.

"Um excuse me; are you waiting for someone in particular?" Asked a voice.

Mira and Harry looked over to the other side of the training holosseum to see a young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a light blue hoodie and long red and gray pants the covered his dark blue and white shoes some.

"Hey, Roy." Mira said.

"Hey, Mira." Roy said, giving a shy wave to Mira. "Hi, Harry." Roy spoke with annoyed anger as he looked over Harry who was now standing and walking over to the training holosseum.

"Hi, Roy." Harry said, mimicking Roy's tone.

It didn't take a genius to know that Roy and Harry hated each other. Problem is that no one knew why they hated each other. But for the most part Mira acted oblivious to the hatred between the eight-year-old and fifteen-year-old.

"Be nice you two." Mira's voice floated on top of the hostile air. The two backed off.

"Hey, Mira do you mind if you and I have a match. I've heard that you're really good." Roy said turning back to Mira.

"Sure! I was going to wait and practice more before actually asking to go to a match against you, but I guess it'd be just better to go ahead." Mira said.

"Make sure don't lose Mira." Harry said as the two opponents prepared themselves.

It was an intense match, but a victor had been decided. It was Mira.

"Yeah!! My sis kicked your butt good!" Harry jumped up and down in happiness.

"I lost." Roy said somewhat dumbfounded as he looked sadly at the ground.

"Would you stop it?" Mira walked past Harry and smacked him on the head. She stopped in front of Roy and held out her hand. "You did well Roy; I thought I was going lose for sure in the middle there."

Roy looked at Mira's hand then to Mira's face.

"Thanks. Looks like the rumors are true." Roy said shaking Mira's hand.

"Yeah, yeah. Mira can we go now?" Harry whined as he turned away from the two.

"Sorry Roy gotta go." Mira waved to Roy as she went to catch up with her brother. Roy waved back.

"Why do you even talk to that guy, he's such a jerk." Harry said.

It was late out. The sun was setting and night was preparing to fall. It had only been apparent to the brother and sister how late it was until they had left the training gym. They now found themselves hungry for dinner, but thankfully most of the way home.

"He's not a jerk." Mira countered. "If anything you act more like a jerk than he does."

"I do not." Harry mumbled some looking to the ground.

There house was in sight and the door was slightly cracked open allowing the delicious smell of a home cooked meal wafted out and into the air. Mira and Harry's stomachs growled in anticipation.

"Hey Mira, why are you spending so much time at the training gym anyway? It's not like there's a tournament coming around anytime soon and no one's been able to really beat you yet." Harry stepped on to the porch of their home.

"Easy. I'm going to be cop just like dad and for that to happen I have to be really good." Mira said.

Their dad was one of the best cops on the force. And since as long as she could remember Mira had always wanted to be a cop, just like her dad. She wasn't going to let anything change her mind.

"Hey, Harry you should be a cop too when you're older." Mira spoke with a smile.

"What? No way." Harry said.

He placed his hand on the handle of the front door. Opening it he went inside. Mira followed closely behind closing the door.

"Why not?" Mira asked completely confused.

"Because I don't wanna be a cop. Just because dad's one and you want to be one, doesn't mean I have to be one."

Mira her eyes. "Harry as long as I'm your big sister I'm going to see to it that you're going to be a cop." She walked past her brother into the dining room where her parents where setting up the table. She pulled herself into a seat. "It would be good for you." She finished.

Harry pulled himself into a seat as well. "Trust me, that's a battle you're never going to win."

((Sorry for not updating. I've been real busy. But I will finish this story. It's actually not going to be that long.))