Amu pouted, she couldn't hear the TV over all this racket, turning her head in the direction of the four woman fussing over something stupid, she wanted to throw something at them. Huffing she turned over to Akira who was frowning and holding her ball to her chest the bandages on her cheek and forehead seem to stand out against her daughters suddenly pale face. Most likely upset about the accident still.

When Akira was close to getting hit by the car, Amu quickly ran through the small crowd of fans and out to the street and grabbing her daughter and tried avoiding the very nice car, unfortunately, her leg got snagged and well uh lets just say little Amu's leg is broken.

Amu remembered waking up in the hospital with everyone surrounding her and all she could say was 'My leg is hurting like a bitch' which irked off a couple of people or so.

Her gaze went down to her propped up leg, apparently it was so bad that she had to get surgery and stitches, luckily minor surgery.

"You know what you did was wrong right?" Amu stated to her daughter still looking at her leg.

Akira nodded "I know I should of asked you or, Aunt Yaya, or Auntie Utau"

Amu sighed squeezing the girl to her side "You know mama isn't going to be home for a couple of days now, right?"

This caught Akira's attention fully, she shot up staring at her mother disbelief written all over her face. Akira has never even gone two days without her mother, how was she suppose to deal with this! Of course the only way a six year old could do: cry and cling to her mother. Of course that caused some more problems as the adults tried to get the little girl off of her mother. Then of course Akiras last resort was to grab her mothers leg -her broken one- that caused a very loud howl come through the mothers lips as she screeched in pain and almost cried a river, literally.

And Amu was very relieved that her daughter was not in the room at the moment to see her cry in pain she couldn't help but to feel bored and lonely.

XoxoxoxoX

It was time to go and Akira was kicking and screaming in Utua's arms, Utau groaned

"Goodness, child, calm down" Utau scowled as Akira tried to slip through her arms, her pink dress going over her head and she squirmed her white undies flashing the world.

Utau tried to pull her back up and she tried to fix her dress, but she finally slipped all the way through her arms and took off.

Utau cursed loudly, cursing how the little girl got her mothers athletic traits and her fathers long legs.

Anya stared at the back of the small girl, glanced at the fuming Utau, the nonchalant Rima, and a confused looking Yaya. Sighing Anya started a slow jog down after the little girl followed by Yaya.

It was going to be a very long night

XoxoxoxoX

Akira decided as soon as she skid to a stop in front of some room in some hallway, she did not like hospitals they were creepy, and dark, and just plain scary. She could not remember for the life of her which room was her mothers. Her plan to run to her mother and convince her to let her stay for the night was not going as planned at the moment as she heard walking in this direction.

"Crap!" the little girl said soon slapping a hand over her mouth blushing as if there was a adult around to punish her for using such language.

Going into the closest room that was dimly lit she stumbled a bit walking to the bed trying to look over it or get around it till she promptly felt a hand grab hers. A scream seem to bubble up her throat but once opening her mouth she lost her voice and couldn't find it.

"Now who is this precious darling snooping through my room" Akiras mouth shut now staring at the hand and now noticing how soft and warm it was, and how the voice was weak and raspy with an accent Akira wasn't sure of, definitely different from her mothers own sweet and gentle voice.

"Um Mama said not to talk to strangers" A laugh filled the room followed by coughing.

"It's alright hun I'm not going to bite" The woman smiled at the little girl and Akira smiled back.

Hearing a knock on the door brought Akira back to reality and remembering that she wasn't suppose to be there, Akira quickly scurried off to other side of the sick looking woman's bed and crawling under as soon as she heard the door clicked. Akira's blood went cold seeing fairly large obviously nice male shoes, oh god it could be the doctor checking on the woman, and had every bit of intentions to take his sweet time checking on this woman.

"Ikuto!" a newly found adrenaline or energy seem to came from the sickly woman at seeing the man and Akira deeply wanted to know if this was the same Ikuto that she was thinking about. The foot moved closer to the bottom of bed and Akira scooted back biting back the squeak she wanted to make, and strangely she wanted to cry for getting herself into this, she was definitely going to get into huge trouble for sneaking into someone else room, and running from her aunts, and practically ease-dropping. She really was going to get in trouble, biting back another sob, Akira gulped some much needed air and decided to get comfortable laying on her stomach and waited till this conversation ended.

Akira fell asleep

Ikuto listened steadily to his mother babble on about different things from the weather, to the color of the walls (which in all honesty he didn't see how white walls were interesting at all) to recent test she took and how it might seem she would be getting better, well she didn't know the doctor never told her anything yet.

"So..."

Guinevere stared at her son for a moment wondering how to bring this up, and not talk about the little cute girl under her bed.

And Ikuto just stared wondering why she suddenly stopped talking, his mother didn't have an off switch that he knew of so this sort of worried him "So what?" she didn't answer seemingly avoiding his gaze looking everywhere but him and also looking slightly flustered. Then it hit Ikuto, and her groaned rolling his shoulders and looked at his mother who finally gathered enough courage to blurt out courage.

"I want grand-kids!" her voice was whiny and high pitch and Ikuto stared at his mother rolling his eyes and staying silent as she ranted on and on about not having any more babies or small things to cuddle or spoil considering Ikuto was a grown man and did not or needed to be coddled anymore. Cause lets face it even though he grew up with a terrible step-dad she spoiled him to no ends, and as a mother Guinevere felt it was right to spread the spoiling not just to her son but to her grand-kids, which sadly she did not have.

"Why are you so determine in wanting me to have kids?" he asked

"Well I already told you: grand-kids equal joy, plus I'm not getting younger, I missed my chance to get you a little brother or sister along time ago-"

"Your not that old-"

"-Shush! And I want something small to hold or to know that when I'm gone my son is happy!" and the room went silent both avoiding eye contact on such a sore subject, and it was usually often where there was a subject always avoided and this was one of them. It happens some times, some one blurts out something that is a topic disliked, or avoided and once said no one speaks or say something either change the subject or walk away.

And Ikuto was best at walking away.

XoxoxoxoX

Akira woke up and the first thing she heard was grand-kids.

Grand-kids?

Weren't they the same thing as kids? It wasn't that hard to get one what Akira thought, but pushing that aside she decided, as the door closed, it was time to go.

Akira started with a yawn and stretch hitting her head on the bed she was under, and a yelp or some form of startled scream left her lips, scrambling from under the bed she wondered how she got there till she remembered the woman.

Guinevere stared at the child who was staring back at her, her own eyes drooping as she broke off the contact staring at the blue sheets her pale hands gripped.

"Oh I forgot you were here" she mumbled looking back up meeting the girls eyes.

"Akira" Guinevere stared for a moment wondering what the girl was talking about "My name is Akira, I'm 6, and I'm only here cause I made my mama break her leg" she paused a minute then quickly adding" Oh I mean on accident, I didn't want mama to get hurt- I- um a" Akira decided it was best to stop talking all together breathing out her mouth a whistle noise came out but both ignored (probably because her missing teeth) sticking out her small hand and grabbing the paler one she shook it "I'm Akira"

Guinevere stared at the girl for moment before smiling

"Such a smart little girl you are, huh?" and just like that Akira seem to glow from the compliment.

"Yep! I even know where babies come from"

"Oh really?"

"Really!" Akira exclaimed leaning forward and smiling "They come from the mamas tummy, mama said that the baby is made from love and kisses" the little girl stated very proudly, and Guinevere smiled back.

"Oh is that so?" Akira shook her head yes looking at the woman but soon frowned.

"You said that you couldn't have another baby? How come?" Guinevere frowned.

"You heard huh? Well I'm sick right now and having another kiddo might have to be put off for a long time" she stated nodding slightly looking back down at the girl she took notice of the look on the little girls face, blank and obviously concentrating on something, it reminded her of her own son. Actually the little girl somewhat looked like her son and she soon found herself staring.

"Well you want a granddaughter right?" Guinevere stared at the little girl nodding dumbly "Well I'll be your granddaughter then"

Guinevere stared, a genuine smile playing at her lips, and she laughed giving a girl a hug.

"I would like that"

XoxoxoxoX

Ikuto walked down the halls of the hospital, absentmindedly twirling the flower from the boquet of flowers he got his sickly mother but then silently cursed himself.

How could he be such a jack ass of a son?

Yes sure they talked about how she was sick and they talked about how long she would stay in the hospital, but never had they once the utter the words of her not making it. It was avoided left in the dark because they all new the answer, but they could never say it out loud to Guinevere Tsukiyomi even if she knew her own fate. To say it to her face would be like kicking a puppy.

A sick, homeless, hungry puppy.

Stopping his thoughts, and stop walking period he took note that he took the wrong hallway, and looking for a nurse would be troublesome for the fact that no one was there.

Turning to the side looking at the door closest to him, he took note of a name that he had to take a double take on.

Hiniamori?

He clucked his tongue glancing to his right and left checking if there is no one around once again, opening the door with a creak he slipped in hands in his pocket. He took notice of the pink haired woman asleep leg propped up and TV still on. he could only roll his eyes only she could be clumsy enough to end up in a hospital with a broken leg drooling on a pillow.

He stood there next to her bed and it was quite he wasn't sure how long he was there but when he decided it was time to leave, he left her a kiss on the forehead and a flower.