A/N: New update, enjoy~! (And you thought this might turn out fluffy, haaa... xDD))

Also, never ask Len for help. Rin learned that the hard way. :D

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Ah. That's new."

A sigh escapes the blonde girl. Dammit—her brother just has to come in at the worst possible moment and comment [never anything intelligent, either]. She wonders absently what it would take for them to switch roles of being the older sibling because he abuses the power far too much.

"Is it?" Rin questions, setting down another card and regarding the other with a raised brow. "I've made this structure several times before, actually."

The house of cards is nothing extraordinary; though, it's grand and has the potential to become more and she's already struggling to reach the higher placements, resorting to standing on several dictionaries as a stepping stool. She can tell Len doesn't like the way his books [children] are being used, but he keeps his mouth pressed into a straight line, clearly holding back some spiteful remark.

"Impressive," Len drawls in a sarcastic manner and steps close to survey the structure. "I hope it does not collapse."

She visibly twitches. "Yes. As do I."

"It would be just awful if there was a draft."

"Mm."

"Or someone pushing it… Accidentally, of cou—"

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Rin interrupts sharply, scowling at her older brother. "Kissing our parents' asses or flirting with the maids?"

Catching the way Len's face seems to redden just slightly, it disappoints her when he shakes his head a second later, a small smirk spreading across his [painfully] attractive features. "Dear sister, please refrain from using such vulgar language. It only causes you to become much less likely for leadership of this family."

She scoffs and turns to glare at him. "We've been over this, idiot." Ah, she was getting irritated; no good. Rin smiles afterwards to cool her temper. She's always been the smoother sibling of the two and she cannot afford to reveal her feelings. "I already have that position in my grasp."

Len gnaws the inside of his cheek. His attempt to frustrate his sister always seems to backfire.

"Regardless," he hurriedly interjects; not wanting to waste time on a topic he's sure will only cause a wildfire. "You should be doing more productive things."

"Productive? Do explain." Rin ignores the condescending stare the boy gives her, placing another card in the next available area—trying her hardest to keep it standing. She truly hopes he'll leave soon because she cannot deny that he is distracting her but at the same time, she will not admit defeat.

Len circles the house of cards with a tasteless click of the tongue. "Something less childish for one."

"Such as?"

A small frown mars her features; not at her brother's words but at the fact that she can no longer reach the placement of her last card. Rin glances around for another dictionary—ah, they are across the room in the bookshelf. She briefly considers hopping off and retrieving one but Len is already speaking again and his voice catches her attention.

"Well, studying. Your foreign language and history could use some…" Len trails off as he sees the way his younger sister is standing on her toes and glancing about the room. For another dictionary, no doubt. "Pah. You are not disrespecting any more books, thank you."

"There are no chairs in sight, so what do you suggest?" Rin turns to smile sweetly at him.

Oh, what if…?

Before he can reply, she interrupts him with a, "Wait," and gives Len a one-over before allowing a satisfied smile to tilt her lips. Hm. He's taller than her. This could work in her favor.

"You admittedly have a decent height. Come close and lift me."

His eyes widen.

"Pardon?"

"Lift me. As in," she gestures to herself. "Stand behind me and pick me up so that I can add these next few cards."

The scoff that leaves the older noble's voice makes Rin want to lean over and flick him, but she decides against it as she still needs his help. "Please?" Perhaps a bit of pleading would do the trick.

"Why on earth should I help you?"

"Because, Len," the girl easily replies, as if it's the most obvious thing. "I am your younger sister and you love me. That being said, I love you, too, of course."

Agh…

Len bites his lip.

There is no use denying it; she knows how to play his heartstrings fairly well, and before he can truly process the situation, he finds himself standing behind her, hands placed at Rin's waist and carefully pulling them inwards to grasp her in an almost [awkward] backwards embrace.

Rin wants to laugh because he is simply adorable. "Good. Now lift."

"And I'm the bossy sibling…" The mutter is not lost on her, but it is forgotten because, with a small grunt, Len eases her up—she is rather lightweight, despite his obstinacy to claim otherwise, and he allows her to adjust herself in his hold to place the cards in their proper positions.

A sigh.

His arms grow tired.

"Are you quite finished?" Len manages between gritted teeth. His resolve is weakening and wishes to let her down but his sister only shakes her head, blonde hair tickling his nose.

"Not yet. A few more cards."

"Hurry."

"Tch. I am. Keep your knickers on."

"Rin…"

She doesn't need to ask what is wrong—only a moment passes before she finds herself slipping from her brother's arms and toppling into the precious house of cards, Len hardly being able to catch her or let alone apologize at the very least—

"Ah… are you alright?" asks that sheepish tone. "Heh, seems as though that structure didn't survive, huh…?"

Oh, how Rin wants to murder him.

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Littered among the room are only cards because she has already hopped up to chase a certain blonde noble who wastes no time in escaping the room, screaming something along the lines of, 'I'm sorry, please do not hurt me,' which, to the girl's dismay [delight], is simply not something she can hold promise to.