“At Least we are together?” “That doesn't help.”

"Is this heaven?" My voice flickered like the flames of the candle lighting up my room on a rainy day.

"I won't be here then." My sister had a voice that seemed to not be within these white walls, a haunting lull.

"Shut up." I said in retort, my voice sharp.

Her eyes glanced at mine, then she sighed.

"How did you die?" Rubbing my hands together to get some warmth. I had just realized that if I was dead, so was she.

"The earthquake." Her voice was nonchalant, fiddling with her fingers. Did she get home at that point?

"Oh." 

"Hmm," Her lips gave a small curve, she stood up and leaned towards me.

 Her fingers find a place on my cheeks and then they pinch and stretch them. 

It hurt.

"How many times have I told you to look both ways while crossing?" Her long fingers pinching my cheeks, the nails digging in.

"But it was a good part of the novel." My voice was high pitched and in pain. She kept on pulling till I was red in the face and on the edge of tears.

A sigh escaped her. 

"If not for the earthquake, I would have died by my own hands." The tremble in her voice reminded me of mine when I watched her hurt herself. 

What could either of us do?

Other than holding on for each other.

But now all that is over.

We were both dead and somewhere.

"Are you two done with your little sibling fight?" The brown haired woman had a smooth voice coated in sugar.

Her green eyes stared at me, then smirked. She leaned her face on one hand, the other on her legs.

"Which world would you like to reincarnate into?" her sugar glazed voice turned saccharine like a fondant. 

Unlikeable.

"What?"

 My mouth agape, was this really going where I thought, I looked at my sister.

She was gritting her teeth, her eyes twitching.

"Why did you bring him here? Could you not have given him a normal death at least?" She turned towards the brown haired woman and glared at her.

"He is your most precious brother, and I thought you would be happier with him there!" The woman pouted, as though not understanding what my sister was talking about. 

"I know you would ruin everything." The anger in my sister rose more than what I had ever said, she grabbed the woman by her collar and spoke through pressed teeth.

"You misunderstand. It is you who ruins everything by existing." The woman answered looking directly into my sister's eyes. She was slammed against the chair she was sitting on. 

My sister sat down, her head in her hands.

"So, little brother? Which world would you want to go to?" The woman laughed, loud enough it echoed in the room we were in.

"Can you explain what is going on here?" The words slipped out faster than I could think, my voice desperate

"Nothing much." The green eyed woman sat on the bed I was on and sat in a criss-cross position.

"Then why is my sister so sad?" My voice breaking, like my heart was at the sight of my older sibling.

"When was she not sad?" The woman closed her eyes.

"Has she really ever been happy?".

I could not say a single word.

There was nothing to deny.

Since I remembered, when really had my sister been happy?

I looked in the eyes of the woman.

"Never right?" the woman's eyes glistened, I bit my tongue.

"That is my favorite thing." She spoke as though it were a fairytale.

"She is never happy, I could not blame her to be fair." her grin felt like a slap. She talked like my sister was not even human.

"I want my sister to be happy."

"How could she be? When–"

"I have decided. We are going to live in the game my brother plays." My sister suddenly shouted.

"Oh, good choice!" The woman clapped eagerly.

What even was going on?

"Shut the fuck up." My sister snarled at the woman.

"Rude." the woman just shrugged it off.

"This time I am going to live an easy life."

"I will be rich and powerful. And I will be having breakfast made by some maid served to my bed!" 

My sister was very high apparently.

I didn't know that she took drugs.

The woman seemed very happy.

"Throw what you want at me, I will live." My sister's eyes glowed furiously.

"Can I?" The woman's eyes widened in excitement.

"Actually no, don't throw anything at me." My sister seemed to have come to her senses.

"As long as you two entertain me, I won't throw anything at you." The woman's grin would have been dazzling if she were not a complete creep.

"This time I will give you your full memories." Her voice shrill and she went and hugged my sister. 

Then she went outside.

"What is going on?" I asked, looking at the door through which the green eyed woman went out.

"Isekai." She stood up and stretched.

"Ok." My sister did not want to tell me that was fine. I wanted to kill her, but we were already dead.

"Who is she?" I asked, my curiosity never ending.

"Mikaela, she is a celestial being."

"Ok." I rolled my eyes at the dumb short answers.

"She is still a student but is capable of altering worlds, but cannot change a person or see the future, our lives are in our hands, she can change the flow, but it depends on how we react." She said in one breath. 

She sighed.

"So our parents–"

"She had nothing to do with that, they were horrible, because they were horrible." my sister stared at the ground.

"Sorry for dragging you into this." My sister's smile was apologetic.

"Well, hell to hell. Burning or freezing, either way I am dying." I remarked without much thought.

"True."

"Why that game?" I raised the question that was in my head.

"It seemed easy?" She sighed.

"Uh, it only has bad routes." I sighed.

"Wow." She looked surprised.

"I am never getting out of this shitty life of mine."

I patted her head.

"At Least we are together?" I smiled, my sister looked up.

"That doesn't help." She shakes her head.

"Damn, rude." I laugh.

"Shut up." She growled.