A/N: Thank you to KimReana for letting me know this story had a formatting error! I'd have gone on forever without knowing since I swear it uploaded perfectly fine. Somehow the first chapter remained fine, but the other chapters were in ruin. Teach me for transferring fics from my Ao3 account :P

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy it. Sorry again for not catching the issue quickly.


The first year was the hardest for Sakura.

Hajime and Aoba left her school, and none of her friends there remembered anything after the Pandora's Box debacle. Admittedly, that was great for the safety of the Code:Breakers and herself, but it sucked in terms of Sakura's loneliness. She had two sets of parents that knew mostly everything, so she figured she shouldn't be complaining. Plus, every now and then she felt Ogami's presence so strongly that she knew he was checking in on her from time to time. However, there were no red cats or shy mermaids, no blonde guys teasing her, and certainly no flame-wielding men taking her breath away.

She held herself together by her vehement belief that they had done what was necessary.

The second year was more palatable simply because Sakura became too immersed in her school work to allow for much spare thought.

The third year contained a lot of reflection for Sakura.

She was now a college student full time. She had made new friends, though they didn't seem to understand Sakura's lack of desire to attend college parties. Booze was never that appealing to the young woman, and being around so many people actually tended to make her feel more lonely than anything else.

One day, Sakura accidentally overheard a conversation between her moms about grandchildren, and was emotionally lost for the next few weeks. No one but Ogami appealed to her, but she'd never thought that far into the future. Truly, her middle name might as well be Impulsive. The fact that her instinct was usually right didn't matter; she wasn't a big picture kind of gal.

After a few months of turmoil, Sakura decided she could always adopt. There were too many unloved kids out there, so there was no reason to fuss over birthing her own.

The fourth year was much like the second, between heavy amounts of work and school Sakura thought of little else.

The fifth year was when things started to change.