Disclaimer: I don't own pretear

Sasame and Takako were busy packing for the trip Himeno surprised them with to America. She told them it was a long trip but it was worth it and it was plenty of fun.

"Loose something?" Takako asked when she saw Sasame searching.

"Yes." Sasame answered. "The case to my glasses."

"You lost it?" she laughed. "Where have you been keeping your glasses?"

"The night stand." He told her.

"I'll look in the bedroom." She said. "You just keep looking in here."

Takako walked to the bedroom and started to look around. She looked in the closet, under the bed, and finally started to check the dresser. She looked through the drawers carefully and soon came to the third drawer on the left side. "Yes!" she whispered when she found it and picked it up. Underneath, she saw a box; she gently lifted it and opened it, finding pictures. She didn't find a box of pictures unusual, but the pictures themselves.

All of these pictures seemed to be of the same girl. She picked one up for a closer look. The girl was a tall super model type with green eyes, chocolate skin, brunette hair, and a killer smile. In this picture she was sitting, barefooted on a fallen tree with one leg crossed over the other, blowing a kiss and winking to the person taking the picture. She was in a light blue tank top and cut offs.

Takako picked up another picture; it was one of the same girl with her hair hanging down freely. She was in a strapless lavender evening gown with matching gloves that came up to her elbow. She was smiling brightly and holding up a trophy. Sasame was standing next to her and smiling with an arm around her waist, sharing her victory.

Takako was confused, who was this girl? She shook her head and moved to the next picture, it was of Sasame his arms laced with two girls, one was of the same girl from the other picture, the other was an older girl, who was taller but resembled the girl from the other pictures, almost like twins, but held a baby on her hip and her smile was more of an attitude filled one than the younger girls sweet, carefree one.

Her hands shook as she picked up the last picture, she felt like screaming. Sasame was sitting on a beach towel with the girl on his lap and is arms wrapped around her waist. She had her arm around his shoulder and was waving to the photographer, smiling, a blush spread across her face as Sasame kissed her cheek.

An old girlfriend Takako thought as she started to put the pictures back exactly as she found them and back in the drawer. Why have pictures of an old girlfriend?

"Takako?" Sasame asked walking into the room as she was closing the drawer, making her jump. She turned and faced him as if nothing was wrong. "I couldn't find it? Did you?"

"Y-yeah…" Takako said holing it up. "I found it." I found something else too. She added silently. Who is she? She wanted to ask the questions aloud but couldn't force herself to talk about it or admit that she had been snooping around.

"Thank you." He said helping her up and kissing her softly. She smiled weakly and went to finish her own packing.

Later:

Everyone stood in the airport, Shin and Hajime clinging to Himeno's wrists, nervous about their first flight. Mannen stood, pretending as if nothing was wrong, but secretly, he was as nervous as they were. Himeno ruffled his hair and smiled. "You can sit with me if you want." Himeno told him.

"Sure." Mannen said smiling and relaxing a bit.

Takako and Sasame stood quietly, Takako, wondering why he had those pictures and Sasame Wondering why she was so quiet during the ride here.

Soon their flight was announced and they boarded the plane. Himeno sat with Mannen as promised. Shin and Hajime sat behind them, Sasame and Takako behind them, then Kei and Goh, Hayate sat behind then next to a girl who kept staring at him adoringly, as did the girls sitting across from them. He suddenly wished he was sitting anywhere else.

Himeno smiled and talked with the children keeping them calm as the plane took off. "Did you ever fly before?" Hajime asked, standing in his seat and looking at her.

"Yeah," Himeno said. "Once, with my mother when I was little." She said. "It was fun."

"Are you still nervous about flying?" Shin asked.

"A little bit, yeah." Himeno answered truthfully.

"We'll protect you!" Hajime said bravely.

"Yeah!" Shin agreed.

"You two are idiots." Mannen said and stood to explore the plane a little. Hajime quickly took his seat and Shin climbed into Himeno's lap. Mannen walked around and wondered where Hayate ended up sitting since he took his seat next to Himeno.

He nearly burst out laughing when he saw Hayate surrounded by flirtatious girls. "You single?" one asked.

"What do you do for fun?" another asked.

"What kinds of girl do you like?" asked a third.

"I'm taken." Hayate insisted, but one girl grabbed his hand and said she didn't see a ring.

Mannen decided to end this and walked to the where Hayate was sitting. "Hey dad," he said. "You still mad at mom?"

"Dad?!" One girl said, shocked.

"Mom!" another said in the same tone.

Hayate was a little confused but quickly caught on. "No, I'm not mad at her, is she mad at me?"

"No," Mannen said. "In fact she wants to see you; she's up there with Hajime and Shin right now."

"You have kids?!" one girl asked, her face red.

"Yeah." Hayate said standing and quickly moving out of is seat. "Three boys." He walked away with Mannen and whispered. "I owe you one."

"I know." Mannen said and lead him to Himeno.

"Hey." Himeno said smiling and gently rocking Shin who was getting sleepy. "Enjoying the flight so far?"

"No." Hayate responded and sat in the empty seat in front of her. "It's a nightmare."

Mannen laughed and sat in the other empty seat. Hayate elbowed him gently. He didn't want Himeno to go back there and take matters into her own hands. He knew she could easily beat all of those girls, and him, without breaking a sweat. It would be best if she wasn't told at the moment.

Sasame sat in his seat reading, Takako sat with her head down, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, and her mind kept drifting back to the pictures. Who was that girl? Obviously an old girlfriend or he wouldn't have held her like he did.

She had so many questions she wanted to ask about her. Like, how much did he like her? Does he still think about her? Why does he keep her pictures? Did they ever do it? How many others were there?

She remembered how beautiful the girl in the picture was and suddenly wondered what Sasame saw in her, she wasn't tall, she defiantly wasn't model pretty, the other girl was thinner, she looked stronger and was obviously confident. Takako could tell it in her "Look at me world!" smile, her bright, mischievous eyes, and the way she dressed, unashamed to show off her body and walk barefooted.

Takako took a moment to look at her own clothes he skirt and blouse completely covered her body, her hair was tied back and confined in a bow. She looked down at her shoes, there was no way in hell she'd ever go barefooted, especially for a picture. She lacked confidence.

It wasn't the way the girl looked that bothered her as much as the way Sasame looked, Loving, possessive of the girl who had once been his, proud to be standing beside her, and seemingly unable to keep his hands off of her. He was happier in those pictures than she had ever seen him. When she realized that, a sad thought passed through her head. Could I really ever make him that happy?

Elsewhere:

Kayla packed up her backpack and waited for Kiki to hurry up and get there. Suddenly, there was a crowd down the hall. Kayla looked and saw a small flash of silver. "Oh crap!" she said under her breath. "Kiki!" she ran towards the crowd, leaving her book bag abandoned in front of her locker.

She started to push her way through the crowd that had formed. "'Scuse me…'scuse me…MOVE!" she finally got through and her jaw dropped as she saw her cousin fishing with another girl.

Kiyatta had the girl pinned to the floor, choking her with one hand, slapping her with the other. "You think it's funny?!" Kiki yelled and hit the girl even harder. Kiki had scratches on her face, pale ones that would soon fade, but her glasses were in a broken heap on the floor. Her hair was tangled, where someone had tried to grab her by the ponytail, her ribbon torn and trampled in the floor.

The girl Kiyatta was fighting was in a worse condition, her nose was blood, her lips where bruised, her had multiple handprints, there were already traces of a black eye, and Kayla could tell there was going to be a hand shaped bruise around the girls neck. "Stop Kiki!" Kayla yelled and pulled her cousin off the older girl.

Kiki struggled, but Kayla held onto her. "Let me go!" Kiki yelled. "She called me a half breed and broke my glasses!" when Kayla heard of the mistreatment of her cousin, it made her blood boil, but she held onto Kiki, retrieved her book bag, and dragged the girl, still squirming and spewing threats, to the bathroom.

"Calm down!" Kayla yelled, shaking her cousin. "I know you're mad, but beating someone up is not going to help you."

"It'll teach her not to mess with me again!" Kyatta said.

"I think you've succeeded at that." Kayla told her. "I doubt anyone in school will ever bother you again." Kayla looked at the scratches, which were nothing more than red marks now. "And if someone tries, tell me, I'm here to protect you." She kissed her cousins nose, where a fading mark was and took a brush out of her bag and started to work on the tangles.

"What if she was right?" Kyatta asked sadly and looked at herself in the mirror, she whispered. "Half breed."

"And what would that make me?" Kayla asked, flipping her auburn hair over her shoulder.

"Kayla…" Kiki said. "I didn't mean…"

"I know you didn't." Kayla said and started to pull Kyatta's hair back into a ponytail, after picking up a scrunchie to hold it. "Some people are stupid and can't deal with this. I have to put up with the same crap you do."

Kiki winced as Kayla made her ponytail, it was a little tight, but she didn't complain. "I know you do, that's why you understand me so well."

Kayla hugged Kiyatta. "I know you just wanna know who you are."

"Don't you?" Kiyatta asked.

Kayla smiled "I already know." She said. "I'm Kayla Angelique Moore, Daughter of Judge Charlotte Rosetta Moore, Niece of Doctor Chandra Brooke Moore and cousin of the brattiest…but second cutest girl in the world."

"I wanna meet my father." Kiyatta said, walking out of the bathroom with her cousin and going to retrieve her things. "Haven't you ever wondered about yours, even once Kayla?"

"Lots of times." Kayla admitted, walking out of the building and sitting to take her skates out of her bag and put them on. "But then…" she said and laced them up. "I realize I don't need him. Yes, it would be nice to meet him, but I do not need him."

"I wanna get to know mine." Kiki said and put on her own skates, then standing. "I wanna know what he's like."

"I can tell you two things withouth even meeting him." Kayla said with her hands on her hips.

"What?" Kiyatta asked suddenly curious.

"One," Kayla said. "Really crazy, if he left you behind."

"Okay…" Kiki said.

Kayla smirked. "Two…" she said teasingly and skated a little ways ahead of her cousin. "He's gay if he left Aunt Chandra."

"Hey!" Kiki squeaked in defense of the man she'd never met and skated after cousin.

A/N: Sorry, I just had to make Kayla the way I made her. I'm basing her off of my own cousin, who really does act this way, a pain in the ass (Sorry Linnea) Most of the OC's are like people I know. R&R please