"You know guys," Yamato said before digging his rice bowl. "I heard that in America, they do this same project, only they use plastic babies with a built-in crier and something that makes them go to the bathroom. We should've gotten those dolls."

"It's not that bad," Sora defended. She was feeding their baby, an adorable boy named Kenji, from a milk-filled bottle. "It isn't, huh, Kenji?"

Yamato rolled his eyes and continued with his rice bowl. It was their lunch hour, and the group was sitting on the benches outside to take in some sun.

"Yeah, the people in America are really missing out," Mimi replied. "Aren't they Sakura?" She cooed and cuddled the giggling baby. Mimi had returned from America to finish her last two years of high school with her friends. Being the girly girl that she is, she kept her hair dyed pink . "Jyou, you should hold her for a little bit. I'm going to put some formula in her bottle." She carefully placed the baby into the nervous teenager's arms and set to work preparing Sakura's lunch.

The baby looked confusedly at Jyou through her light eyes and reached up to pull at his hair. His glasses fell on her hands, and Sakura giggled as she began to play with her prize. Her "father" looked flustered. His friends laughed.

"I think you'll have to get new glasses, Jyou," Koushiro commented laughing. Yumi was sitting comfortably in his lap. "Taichi, will you set up Yumi's formula?"

Taichi obeyed and grabbed a bottle from the bag that Ms. Nakamura had given each of the pairs before the end of class. He followed the instructions on the formula packet and shook the mixture in the bottle. He handed the bottle to Koushiro, who, with an almost second nature, began feeding Yumi.

"Koushiro," began Yamato, setting down his bowl. "You're really good at this baby stuff." He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Kou," agreed Taichi. "Where'd you learn? Do you baby-sit or something?" He didn't think one of his best friends would be so skilled in the art of childcare, especially one who would usually be found with his head buried into a computer screen.

"Huh?" the redhead looked up at his friends. They were still looking at him with wondering expressions. Taichi's brow had arched. "Oh, I've always wondered what it would be like taking care of a younger sibling. I've never had one."

He looked around only to see that the same curious expression was still plastered on their faces.

"I think we should all know by now if we've read that book so much over the last month in class," laughed Koushiro nervously, placing one hand behind his head. "Right?"

"You actually read the book, man?" Taichi asked incredulously.

"Of course! It was assigned, wasn't it? Didn't you read it?"

Taichi looked down, blushing, and Yamato was whistling nervously. Of course they hadn't.

This is Koushiro we're talking about, though, thought Taichi. He reads everything.

"Hey guys," peeped Sora. "I just noticed something about the babies." All eyes turned on her at that moment, then at the three babies.

"What?" Yamato asked, obviously confused. His eyes looked blank when looking over baby Kenji in his partner's arms.

"Don't you see it?" she said. "Look at Kenji. He has my eyes and your skin tone and hair color. Sakura has Jyou's blue hair and Mimi's tan skin and brown eyes. And Yumi…" She stopped and blushed.

Taichi saw the similarities between the babies and each of their respective "parents". Kenji looked like a child of Yamato and Sora. Sakura was the spitting image of Jyou and Mimi's child, if they had children. He turned to Yumi in Koushiro's arms and blushed brightly. Yumi had auburn-brown hair, chocolate brown eyes like his own, and creamy light skin like that of Koushiro. His mouth dropped. What the hell was the teacher thinking!

"You don't think Ms. Nakamura did this on purpose, do you?" Koushiro sputtered. He had paled considerably, and his black eyes widened.

"Of course not," Jyou said, staring Sakura down, carefully trying to pry his glasses from her fingers. "Ms. Nakamura wouldn't do that." The look on his face suggested otherwise.

"Yeah," Sora faced him. "It's probably just a coincidence."

Taichi nodded, and the thought left his mind. His face returned to its normal caramel brown. It was then that another thought hit him.

"Oh no!" he shouted. "What about SOCCER?" He jumped up from the bench and raced towards the playing field, leaving his friends to roll their eyes at their soccer-obsessed leader.