It was nerve wracking, she couldn't believe that Akira-kun was taking her to meet his mother on the anniversary of her death. It was true they had been dating in secret for a few months now, but taking her to his mom's grave seemed so serious. Though she had many things to talk about with her. She could feel a smile coming to her face as she followed after Midosuji on their bikes.

"Gross," Midosuji said causing her to look up.

"Huh, what is," Saki asked, following him as he made a sharp left down a side road.

"That face, you were making a gross face. I bet you were thinking about something gross just now," Midosuji teased her.

She shook her head furiously, nearly tipping over on her bike. Kicking out with her foot she caught herself, righting her position. Midosuji watching her from the corner of his eye. It wasn't that he wasn't concerned for his girlfriend, but the way she rode he couldn't help but to respond as if she were picking a fight with him. With that smile on her face, and her short hair tucked away under her helmet. He hadn't meant for them to ride their bikes all the way to the graveyard, but here they were. Locking his bike up he removed his helmet scratching at his hair which had begun to grow out once more. Saki slowed to a stop, removing her helmet with as bright a smile as ever.

It was a smile that made him remember his mother. That practically sang of the color yellow. Much like when he had heard her speak for the first time. He had been so furious, how dare this person have a voice with similar color to his mother. He remembered having feelings like that. Now he couldn't imagine her having any other color. She was nothing like those unoriginal small fry, she wasn't even like him a member of the royal forces. She was something new, something inspiring. Of course she would be as blinding and golden a yellow as his own mother had been.

"The family site is this way. Come on," Midosuji said taking her hand and leading her along as Saki fumbled with the bento she had packed for them and the flowers she had brought as a way to pay her respects.

Saki set her things down as she opened her bag taking out the things they would need to clean the site. As they cleaned Saki found herself humming, with a satisfied smile she set the flowers into the vase in front and knelt before the grave.

"Mother, this is the girl I told you about. Her name's Onoda Sakamichi," Saki could feel his hands trembling through the sweater she'd worn.

Her hands pressed together she bowed her head. 'Hello, I'm so happy that Akira-kun brought me with him today. I can tell he really loves you, and I hope that we can be together for a long time. Though we've had a rough patch or two. I know he isn't really a bad person. He's just a little rough around the edges. He's a really strong rider, and really intelligent. I admire him a lot and I'm glad we've been spending time together. I hope you continue watching over him, and if we had the opportunity to talk I know we would have really gotten along. At least Akira-kun thinks so. Please continue to watch over Akira-kun.'

"Oi, what are you talking with her about like that? She's my mother you know," Midosuji lightly bopped her on the head.

"Ah, I can't just tell you, that's private you know. But, I was just telling her thank you for giving birth to you...and thanking her for setting you on the path that led to us meeting. I'm really grateful to her."

"Gross, so gross,"Midosuji cried out, though his arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

She laughed leaning into his touch. Even if he did think it was gross, she was so thankful to the women who had given this awkward and terribly talented boy life. Her eyes leaving the grave as she leaned back, looking up at Midosuji, a faint blush dusting her cheeks and a bright smile on her face.

Looking down at her, all Midosuji could think was gross. Though his arms tightened around her a little more and he pressed his face into her hair. She was practically glowing this warm, vibrant, golden yellow. All for him, Sohoku may have gotten the victory, but with her help he was really starting to see the fun in cycling once more.