The sun shone brightly outside as everyone in the Tenoh household slept peacefully. All was silent and motionless until, at eight o'clock, an alarm went off from Kiseki's bedroom, signaling the beginning of the day. The teenager threw an arm out from under her blanket and smacked around, searching for the clock to either shut it off or throw it out her window. To her, both options were good ones. Still tired from the previous day's activities, she wanted to stay home and sleep. But on the other hand, she had to get up and go with her parents to the racetrack. Moving slowly, she sat up and glared at the alarm clock. "Stupid machine," she thought as she finally turned the obnoxious thing off. She closed her eyes and stretched, wanting to lie back down for another half hour at least. When she heard footsteps on the staircase, she knew she would have to get out of bed.
As Kiseki finally decided to get out of bed, Michiru was in the kitchen starting a fresh batch of coffee for Haruka and breakfast for her wife and child. Going to the refrigerator, she pulled out the carton of eggs.
Haruka, who was basically still asleep, only got out of bed because she didn't feel her wife beside her. She walked groggily down the stairs and into the living room, lying down on the couch and attempting to go back to sleep.
Kiseki finished buttoning her work shirt, tucked it into her jeans, and grabbed her boots from her closet. Putting them on quickly, she made her bed before heading downstairs to join her parents. "Morning," she said quietly as she entered the living room. She glanced at her dad and chuckled. "Daddy's sleeping on the couch again."
Michiru poked her head out from the kitchen and looked at her wife. She shook her head and went back to making breakfast.
Haruka opened one eye and looked at her daughter. "Be quiet, you. You know you're still tired."
Kiseki shrugged. "At least I'm ready to go." She went over and sat down in the empty space of the couch next to her dad. She picked up the remote for the television and turned on some cartoons.
Haruka stretched one leg and poked her child playfully with her toe. "Smart ass," she whispered.
Kiseki looked at her and smiled. "Learned from the best," she said then stuck out her tongue.
Haruka sat up quickly and started tickling her daughter relentlessly. "I'm still the best, kid."
Because she was laughing so hard, Kiseki couldn't come up with a good comeback. "Mom, help!" she managed between laughs.
Michiru walked out of the kitchen with two plates and chuckled at her girls. "Haruka, knock it off. You don't want to wear her out before you leave, do you?" She set the plates on the coffee table, then turned to look at the older blonde.
Haruka let her victim go and looked at her wife. "Sorry, Michi."
Michiru chuckled. "I don't think I'm the one that needs that apology." She motioned to Kiseki who was lying back against the cushions and panting.
Haruka looked at her daughter and smiled. "She'll be ok." She reached over and patted Kiseki's head. "Won't you?"
Kiseki smiled and nodded. "Just need to breathe," she explained. She sat up and poked her dad in the arm before looking at her mother.
Michiru shook her head. "You two, eat." She pointed at the plates on the table, then went over and sat in the reclining chair.
The two blondes wasted no time in wolfing down the food on their plates. When Haruka finished, she looked at Michiru in confusion. "What about you, Michi? Aren't you going to eat?" She got up and walked over to where her wife sat.
Michiru shrugged and looked up at the taller woman. "I'll have something later."
Kiseki put her plate back on the table and looked at her mother. "You ok, mom?"
"Yeah," Michiru said. "I'm just not hungry right now." She was used to her girls being worried about her; especially after her father died. No matter how much they argued or didn't get along, he was still her father and it hurt when he died. She gave the two girls a small smile to calm them down.
Haruka looked at the clock above the television and frowned. "Guess we should go get ready, huh, Ki-chan?"
Kiseki chuckled. "Yeah, or we'll be late again." She got up and took the breakfast dishes into the kitchen, rinsing them off and placing them in the dishwasher.
Haruka bent over and kissed Michiru's forehead. "You ok? I mean, really?" she whispered, trying not to let Kiseki hear.
Michiru turned in the chair and looked Haruka square in the eye. "I'm fine. I'm not hungry and I'm a little tired from getting home so late last nigh from that party. That's all," she explained. She raised her arm and placed her palm on Haruka's cheek. "Don't worry so much. If something was wrong, both you and Kiseki would know."
Haruka gave a slight nod and kissed her wife quickly. "Ok. I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?"
Michiru chuckled. "I guess I'll have to if you really want me to come with you." She stood up just as Kiseki came back into the living room. "We'll be ready in a little while."
Kiseki nodded. "I'll just stay down here," she said as she plopped back down on the couch. She watched as her parents walked towards and up the stairs on their way to their bed/bathroom. Once they left her sight, she leaned back into the couch's cushions and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she laid across the couch. "I'll just close my eyes until they come back down," she thought. And a thought is all it was as she fell asleep a few minutes later.
An hour and fifteen minutes after they left their daughter, Haruka and Michiru finally left the shower. They dried off and got dressed quickly. As Michiru went back into the bathroom to apply her makeup, Haruka headed back down the stairs to make sure she had everything she needed for the race. When she stepped off the last stair and entered the living room, she could tell that Kiseki was asleep. She was always more in-tune with Kiseki than Michiru was, which she found a little strange but never gave it a second thought. She smiled softly as she watched the teenager sleep and shook her head. "I should let her sleep until we leave," she thought. Walking over to the cough, she bent over and kissed her daughter's forehead. Then she headed into the kitchen.
Michiru came down the stairs a few minutes later and seen the young blonde girl. She went into the kitchen and spotted Haruka cleaning her helmet. "Did you see your daughter?"
Haruka looked up from her helmet and chuckled. "My daughter? How come she isn't our daughter anymore?" She set the helmet on the table and grabbed Michiru's hand, standing up and pulling the aqua-haired girl closer.
Michiru smiled and wrapped her arms around the blonde. "Because she's turning into you and because I said so," she said before Haruka kissed her.
The taller woman moved her hands and caressed her wife's jaw as she kissed her. She ended the kiss a few minutes later and looked into blue eyes that gave her so much confidence.
Michiru moved forward slightly, leaning against Haruka and hugging her gently. "We should get going," she said quietly. "If we leave now, you'll make it to the garage on time."
Haruka rested her chin on top of Michiru's head and sighed. "Yeah, I guess." She kissed Michiru again and let her go. "I'll go deal with Kiseki. Are you going to the car?" When Michiru nodded, the blonde picked up her helmet and handed it to her wife.
Michiru took the helmet and turned to leave the kitchen. On her way out, she grabbed Haruka's keys and Kiseki's backpack.
Haruka got an icy cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and headed out to the living room to wake her daughter up.
To Be Continued
AN: Hey, guys! Yes, I'm finally writing the predecessor to Kiseki's own car crash. I know this chapter is kind of short but that's because it's 3:30 in the morning and I just didn't feel like typing a lot. I'll be posting another new fic within the day and I will be updating my other 2 Kiseki pieces as well. Don't forget to check those out!
