"I declare this couple divorced!" The judge banged his hammer-like tool on the table and the audience began to disperse. The couple at the front of hall separate, their eyes didn't even meet as they left the hall. Their daughter was forgotten and she sat at the back. Watching as her life fell apart.

A tear ran down her cheek.

"Why? Why me?" Her petite hands gripped the hem of her skirt and she tried to suppress her tears, but one couldn't not cry when her family had abandoned her.

^v^

One year later...

"Good luck, Miya-chan~!" A male's voice called out to her from the stands and she shot him a grin, pumping her hands in the air as a sign of acknowledgement. Her bronze hair bounced around in the bun she'd done up just a few moments ago and excitement glimmered in her bronze eyes.

The basketball game was just abut to start. The whistle blew the teams got ready around the center circle. Misaka smirked at the girl in front of her. She was the famous ace of Ogiwara Academy; a boarding high school for both boys and girls. Her team was so close to nationals that she could already taste certain victory. The school had only come fourth in the national competition before Misaka attended.

The school called her their saviour.

"Oi, Misaka-chan! Hurry up and come over here already," Yozuku called. Misaka grinned and ran over.

^v^

The ending whistle sounded and the crowd erupted into applause. Misaka's team cheered in their victory. The next game would determine their spot in the finals. The four girls bounced on to Misaka, screaming in her ears as the ace laughed, wiping sweat from her brow.

"The winner of this game, Ogiwara Academy!" the referee announced over the loud crowd. There had been surprisingly more audience than any game. Mainly because it was between the two rival academies of the Miyagi region.

As the team began to walk off the court, the staff began to pack up the court for it was the last game of the day. Just as Misaka took a swig of water from her plastic white bottle, a voice overcame the crowd and reached her ears. The high school basketball ace, froze and spun around abruptly.

"Misa-chan!"

Misaka froze, her lips quivered and she turned as white as ice.

Two tall boys emerged from the messy bustling sea of people. Their grey glistening eyes sparkled like stars and their gold and silver hair were like the sun and the moon in the middle of dusk. She recognised them immediately. They started walking towards her but she screamed, "D-Don't come near me! Don't move!"

Miya Atsumu reached out his hand, but then thought better of it and put it down, clenching it into fists. He could feel his own throbbing heart and his brother's hurt radiating next to him. They were a pair; what one feels, the other also feels.

"Misa-chan," Osamu whispered. The girl's tears came tumbling down.

"Don't come any nearer," she stuttered quietly, "Please just go away." Misaka wanted to punch herself. How could she have said that? When she'd yearned to see her brothers for so long? Yet, they'd betrayed her. So why? Why were they here?

Her team, not far from her, stared at the trio, wondering what on earth was going. A friend of Misaka's, Yozuku, stepped forward, eyeing the boys. They were like the two boy versions of Misaka. They looked exactly like her. Yozuku couldn't help but wonder, the boys looked about two years older so she could've gone to the same high school as them, but she didn't? Also, how come her friend had never said anything about siblings? No, she had. On accident. But only once.

"Misaka-chan," Yozuku suddenly said, "They're your brothers, aren't they? Why are you..."

Misaka slowly dropped her head and her eyes drifted to the ground. But it was blurry and filled with tears. Brothers? No. Siblings don't betray each other.

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Glass shattered and blood was spilled. Misaka stared in horror and begged her parents to stop but the screams and shouts would not stop. If the yelling were piercing swords, they had penetrated Misaka's heart so many times that it was almost no longer there.

"Stop," she screamed. "Please stop!" This time, her parents turned towards her.

"Oh, shut up already Misaka-chan! You wouldn't understand with that shrimpy dumb brain of yours, would you?!" her father sneered angrily, "Get out, you fool of a girl!"

Misaka bit her trembling lip and ran.

There was only one place of refuge she knew she could look forward; but as she ran down the long wooden hallway to her brother's shared room, all she heard was silence above the raging screams of her parents behind.

Silence? But her brother's were never quiet. Their room was always a separate refuge of sound, and joy. Misaka burst open the doors to the room, and gasped. It was empty completely empty. The bed which was usually unmade and littered in clothes and underwear, was clean and made, the floor which had always had books, toys, cds, was vacant. The space didn't belong to her brothers anymore. The only thing was left was a tattered poster stuck to the wall.

The poster was crudely made and drawn, but it'd held all three of their childhood adventures as the Three Musketeers. Atsumu, the swords man, Osamu, the archer, and Misaka, the most powerful mage. They were supposed to stay together forever.

"Tsumu-nii? Samu-nii? Where did you go?" She uttered, her tears dripped down her chin. "Where did you go?"

Misaka ran back to her parents, her eyes dull and wet with tears. Her face grey, was the exact representation of fear. "Okaa-san! Otou-san!" Misaka bawled. "Wh-where did you put Tsumu-nii and Samu-nii? Where are they?!"

Her mother snarled and cackled. "They've left you behind. Don't drag them down, Misaka-chan."

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Misaka slowly lifted her head. "Okaa-san... Otou-san... They told me that you left me behind because I was dragging you down," a tear dripped down her chin. Her eyes were wet, solid, but there something else in them. Something so faint that if you didn't know her, you wouldn't reecognise it. The pleading look in her eyes, begged for it to be false. That her brothers hadn't wanted to leave her behind. "You left me behind."

The brothers clenched their fists. "Those shitty rats," Osamu scowled.

"Misa-chan! Why would you believe them?! We would never do that," Atsumu cried in frustration. "We wouldn't ever think of leaving Misa-chan behind!"

It hurt both of them to see their sister like this, the sister they'd loved and cared so much for. She'd always been the small bubbly sunshine they always had when things went wrong. And Misaka had always been the fletchling under their wings, but then they were separated. They hadn't known what to do, though they had wanted to come back for her so badly.

Osamu stepped forward, "We didn't want to leave you behind - we were tricked! Okaa-san, she said you'd come with us. But you never did." He gulped down his own tears. "We're sorry, Misa-chan."

She dropped to her knees, trembling and pale. "Lies," she whispered to herself. As the twins moved forward to their sister, whom they'd long for so long, a figure stepped in front of them, glowering.

"I don't know what you're doing here, or what business you have with Misaka-chan. You've made her upset and I hate that. So you're not going anywhere unless you go through me," the boy said in a low, angry voice. "Misaka-chan is my girlfriend."

"Kourasei-kun..." Misaka uttered quietly, but he was deaf in his own anger. She didn't know whether to stop him or let him get her own revenge. But... those were lies, weren't they?

Atsumu rolled up his sleeves and scowled at the younger high schooler. "If you want a fight, you'll get one. And I don't intend to lose in front of my sister."

His twin brother grabbed him arm and gripped it tightly, "Tsumu! Stop! Just don't."

The golden haired boy glared at Osamu. "What do you mean?! We've waited so long for this! I can't let some stupid shrimp get in my way like this!"

"I know, Tsumu," Osamu hissed under his breath, it was quiet so that only Atsumu could hear him, "I've destroyed myself waiting for this. I'm not going to let her slip away now either. But we don't have to beat up a first year over this. We're seniors now. We can't act like this."

"I don't care how I act," Atsumu hissed back, "You know we've waited too long for this. I need to tell her that it's all a lie. It doesn't sit right with me, what Okaa-san and Otou-san did. I can't-" His voice broke. "You're not the only who blames themselves for this at night, Samu. If I have this chance right now, I have to take it."

Misaka's eyes faced the ground and her tears fell down to the floor, creating puddles. Although her brothers were whispering, their voices were loud and clear in her ears. She'd waited too long to hear their voices to close herself off from their conversation. "Kourasei-kun... go. Please."

Her boyfriend, hearing her, dropped his fists reluctantly. "Misaka-chan?"

She lifted her head. "Go." He nodded obediently and walked off the court, but his eyes didn't leave the twins.

Misaka stood up, shakily. "So you didn't leave me? They were really the ones who tricked you?" She spoke in a volume that was barely above a whisper. Atsumu and Osamu slowly walked towards her. Tears fell like a waterfall from Misaka's eyes. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She sobbed. "I'm sorry Tsumu-nii! I'm sorry Samu-nii!"

Her wailing stabbed their hearts and ran to her, enveloping her in a hug that had been long awaited. Misaka drenched their jackets in her tears but they didn't care. The missing piece in their life was no longer missing. She was so happy, yet so tearful. Being surrounded by her brothers' warmth... she never thought she'd feel it again.

It was a classic story of the lost sheep.