AnGenichirou - #3 Moving – Too Slow
"I died again."
An scoffed, snatching the controller away from the tall, black haired boy. "Really, for someone so good at tennis, you suck at fine motor control."
"It's irrational."
"What?" She only frowned, starting a new match. "No it's not, it's perfectly rational. You push the button, the character on the screen moves. It's not that hard."
Genichirou merely watched her. "In order to win you must press certain buttons in certain orders, a certain amount of times. It's stupid."
"Psh," her eyes completely glued to the screen, An didn't see his look of annoyance, or the flash of what could have been guile in his eyes. "They are called combinations, and you don't need them to win. I have a friend that just mashes the buttons really fast and always wins. You're just slow."
He gave her no indication that he was moving, that she could see anyway. It was her fault really, being so consumed with the stupid video game and not paying attention to him. Before An knew it, she was pinned to the floor, the controller hanging limply in her hand. Expressionless, honey brown eyes stared down at her, a black eyebrow raised.
"I am not slow."
She fought a smile and instead tried to look annoyed. "Care to prove me wrong?"
Genichirou moved off of her, letting her up, his face still blank. "I just did."
Now she did smile, but it was a devious smile, one that spoke of trouble for him. "I beg to differ." And she pounced, tackling him from a sitting position to the floor, her arms wound around his neck. She laughed. "See? Slow!"
"There is a difference between slow, and not moving. I chose not too move."
An rolled her eyes, cuddling her cheek into his chest. "Whatever, you're slow."
One of his hands came up and tugged on the edge of her hair, and something akin to a smile touched his lips. He was about to reply when someone cleared their throat, causing the pair to look up.
Tachibana Kippei did not look amused, in fact he looked rather sick. Beside him Kamio Akira looked like his head was going to explode, and Mori Tastunori's eyebrows were above his hairline. "An."
Again An scoffed, waving her hand at the three. "Move along."
Kippei did just that as he led his two friends further into the house, muttering something about inappropriate and little sisters. Kamio continued to huff.
There were some things that a big brother was not supposed to see. His little sister rolling around on the floor with the vice-captain of a team that beat you in middle school was one of them.