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Chapter 1.

A girl in the Takashima household was quite early today. And for the other members, this is something really, really unusual.

"Ne, tazu-nee? Are you just fine?" her sister asked.

"Yeah right, are you feeling well Tazusa? Are you sick?" the coach seconded, concerned.

"Ne, ne, ne… what's up with all the asking? I'm fine! Just fine! Alright?" Tazusa replied as she was preparing the dining table for breakfast "oh! Ohayo Hitomo-chan!"

it has been about three years now since the coach decided to marry Hitomi-chan. And the year after that, they got married. Once husband and wife, Tazusa and her sister became quite worried about being driven away from the Takashima house, especially that the coach will have his own family soon, but it was so kind of Hitomi-chan and the coach to have not done that. And so, here they are, eating breakfast happily.

"Say, tazu-nee? Why are you so early today if you say you're fine?"

"Eh? That was so harsh of you imouto." Tazusa whined getting her sister's point, "anyway, coach, can I skip practices for today?" turning her attention to her coach who is seating right across her.

"Eh? Why?!" the coach questioned back, obviously surprised for some reason, "you rarely ask of that y'know…"

"That's why, I think, I deserve your yes," she proudly exclaimed.

"But…"

"she's right honey, she also deserves some break," hitomi-chan cut in, winking at Tazusa, "just put it this way, this one day skip from practice is her reward for being a very good coachee, ne?" suggested she, "besides, you said it already, she rarely asks you of this… once a year at the very least right?" sounding more convincing.

"Okay! I get it," he started, Tazusa was slightly holding her breath, "alright, I let you skip practices today" the last syllable was not almost heard when Tazusa exclaimed a loud "Yes!" while winking at Hitomi-chan.

"Just one question." The coach plainly stated.

"Eh? What is it?" Tazusa asked.

"Why are you skipping practices?"

"I'm going on a date."

"…. EH??? DATE?!?!"

"Yes, a date. Why? Is something wrong?"

"B-b-b-BUT," turning his head to the other persons in the room, as if finding an ally with the same violent reaction. But much to his dismay, he was the only one reacting that way.

"It's okay honey, it's natural." Hitomi-chan tried calming him down.

"Yah, it's natural" the ten-dollar beauty agreed, mumbled a soft 'gochisousama deshita', walked to the stairs then said, "besides, I'm just kidding" with a smirk on her face.

Once in her room, she stood in front of her bed-side table and picked the calendar. She was looking at it intensely and thoughtfully. Soon enough, she was sitting on the side of her bed, more or less, crying.

Today is the day that is marked in the calendar, February 23.

Yeah right, this was the same date when she got the fourth place in the Olympics… and more than that, this was the date, she lost her first true love… today marks the exact third year of that sad moment, their farewell.

Since then, she always asks her coach for a day off every 23rd of February. For her, it is a day to reminisce, and if possible, a day to have fun.

Last year, on the same date she ate at a Canadian restaurant, played an aviator simulation game at the arcade, browsed books about aviation, and watched a romantic movie about a pilot who fell in love with a girl-- in short, did things like what they did on their first "date".

This year, she asked permission to skip practices even though she has no idea or plan because if she do the same things she did last year, she might just as well end up crying in pain.

So now, she's wandering freely, not even sure where to go, so she stopped by a bench in the park and sat there. She lifted her head to face the sky, totally spacing out. She didn't even know that she did so. That's why when realization hit her, and finally noticed that she was looking at the sky, she felt a sudden pain in her chest-- a pain that would want to make her cry or so. With that, she stood up and continued her walk.

As she was walking, head down, she felt something hit her back. She turned around to see who or what was it. As she looked back, she saw children making and flying paper airplanes. Subconsciously, her mind started weaving things "Airplanes. Crash. Death. Ghost. Peet Pamps…" She violently shouted a loud "DAMN!" in her mind then turned away again but as she was facing the other way, another paper airplane hit her face and landed on her open palms.

She showed an animated angry face but remembered that they were only children so forgot about it and turned her attention instead to the paper airplane that she is now holding. She opened the paper airplane and learned that it was an advertisement inviting everybody to watch an aviation show where well-known aviators are participating.