Haruka looked him in the eye and seen pure worry. "Yeah, she's fine. She's just going to be in the hospital for a while." She caught how relieved he looked and was proud of her daughter for finding a boy who truly cared about her.

Kenji let out a breath. He had been so tense since he witnessed the incident that he had moments when he would forget to breathe.

Michiru smiled at him, trying to comfort him. "She wanted us to tell you that she's ok. I think it would be a good idea for you to go see her tomorrow."

Kenji nodded. "You wouldn't mind?" For a boy his age (19), he surely didn't act like it. He had exquisite manners and always thought about other people's feelings before saying or doing something. Most mothers would have thought of him as a gift from God.

Michiru shook her head. "I'm sure it would make her feel a lot better if you were with her."

Kenji did his best at putting a smile on his face, even though it was obviously forced. Granted, he was ecstatic that Kiseki was all right, but now he felt nothing but anger for the man that did this to her.

Haruka could sense his anger. "Kenji, don't worry about that guy. He's not important," she pointed out. She could tell that he was still angry but not as much.

Kenji showed no emotion as he lowered his gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry. I think I should be getting home now."

"Nonsense!" Usagi cried. "You're a part of this family now. You can stay here tonight with the rest of us." She looked around at the other senshi and they all nodded their approval.

Kenji looked at Usagi and bowed. "Thank you, your highness." When he looked at her again, she was glaring at him. He had the distinct feeling that she was annoyed.

"Another thing, since you are 'family,' you do not have to be formal with any of us," the queen explained. She hoped he would do better to remember it better than her friends did.

Kenji nodded, feeling a slight bit out of place. "Thank you," he said again.

Usagi looked around. "Well, it's late. I believe you two have had a hard day so you deserve a good night's sleep," she said to Haruka and Michiru. "You two know where your room is, as do the other senshi. Everyone else, please follow me and I'll show you to your rooms."

Again, it was Haruka, Michiru, Mamoru, and Chibi-usa standing together in the main hall, saying nothing.

"All right," Haruka said, breaking the short silence. "I think I'm going to go to bed now. Good night."

The couple left the hall and went to the room that they stayed in so often. They kept a few outfits there in case of spur-of-the-moment situations like this. They changed into some sleepwear and crawled into the bed.

Michiru cuddled up close to Haruka, resting her forehead in the crook of the blonde's neck. She sighed before saying, "Today kind of sucked."

Haruka chuckled. "That it did. Can you imagine how Kenji must have felt when he seen it?"

Michiru propped herself up on her elbow and looked her wife in the eyes. "I know exactly how he felt: the same way that Kiseki and I felt when you crashed two years ago."

Haruka chuckled nervously. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. I'm sorry." She grinned sheepishly.

Michiru lied back down and sighed. "I thank God everyday that you survived that." She hugged the blonde tightly as she spoke.

Haruka hugged her back and kissed the top of her head. Her wreck had been much worse than Kiseki's and put her in the hospital for all of Kiseki's freshman and part of her sophomore years in high school. She was released just after the end of her baby's tennis season. "Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen to either of us. Kiseki's a survivor and I'm…..well, I'm too stubborn to go anywhere, I guess."

Michiru smiled. "I love you, Ruka." She moved up and kissed Haruka's cheek before relaxing and going to sleep. She was so emotionally-drained that as soon as she found a comfortable position, she instantly fell asleep.

Haruka fell asleep just a few minutes later, after watching her wife rest peacefully.

Down the hall, Kenji lied awake in his bed, still feeling out of place and angry. Thinking of his girlfriend usually calmed him down but not tonight. Tonight, all it did was make him angrier. He had always known that Yuikazi would take any chance he got to remove Kiseki from the sport of racing, pulling off any stunt he would need to. As hard as he tried, he just couldn't sleep. "Damn, I wish I had my car," he thought. He wanted to go to Yuikazi's house and beat him, either bloody or to death. "Stupid bastard," he whispered to himself. "I'll get him back." Some time late, he did finally fall asleep, but it wasn't very restful. He had only been asleep for three hours when Haruka came into his room the next morning, waking him up. He sat up and looked at her through sleep-filled, exhausted eyes.

Haruka gave him a warm smile. "Good morning." She noticed his bloodshot eyes and wasn't surprised. "Didn't sleep well, did you?"

Kenji shook his head slowly, clearly in need of at least another hour's sleep. He got up from the bed, tired as he was, and walked to the doorway where Haruka stood. "My car is at your house. Can you take me back to get it, please?"

Haruka waved. "Don't worry about it. Michiru and I were going to go see her now. We can take you."

Kenji nodded. "You sure? I don't want to be a burden," he said as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his sports jacket.

Haruka reached over and place a hand on his shoulder. "You worry too much. You won't be a burden." She checked him over to see if he was decent enough to go out in public. "Go do something with your hair and let us know when you're ready."

Kenji nodded and watched as Haruka walked away. He went to the bathroom across the hall from his room and looked in the mirror. He had one major case of bed-head and he had to laugh at his appearance. Turning on the water faucet, he put a little in his hair and smoothed it down. When he was pleased with his results, he nodded to himself and turned to leave and find Kiseki's parents. As he was about to enter the main hall, he almost ran into Mamoru.

Seeing that he was going to fall, Mamoru grabbed Kenji's shirt. "You all right?" he asked when the boy regained his balance.

Kenji nodded and fixed his shirt. "Sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention," he explained.

Mamoru waved. "It's ok. Thinking about Kiseki?"

Kenji shrugged. "Yes and no," he said as he put his hands back into his pockets. "I'm still kind of mad."

Mamoru nodded. "I understand. I'd feel the same way if something like that had happened to Usagi." He looked over his shoulder and glanced at the blonde.

Usagi looked up from Makoto's daughter, Yoko, just as Mamoru had looked at her and smiled.

Mamoru smiled back at his wife. A thought crossed his mind at that moment and he turned back to Kenji. "You love her, don't you?"

Kenji went bug-eyed. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He took a breath and nodded. "Is it that obvious?"

Mamoru chuckled softly. "It is right now."

Michiru spotted Kenji and walked over to him, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Ready?" she asked quietly. She was still tired and it showed.

Kenji nodded and turned back to Mamoru.

Mamoru looked at the aqua-haired senshi and gave her a half-smile. "The rest of us are going to go see her later."

Michiru nodded. "Haruka and I won't be long." She turned and looked at Kenji. "Have you decided how long you want to stay with her?"

Kenji shook his head. "She might want me to stay with her all day, but then again, she might not."

Michiru nodded understandingly. "Well, we're going to get out of here. Thanks for everything, Mamoru."

The man smiled. "You're not staying for breakfast?"

Michiru shook her head. "We were going to stop somewhere on the way."

Mamoru nodded. "Ok. We'll see you later," he said as he turned and walked away.

Michiru looked at her daughter's boyfriend. "Let's find Haruka and get going," she suggested.

"Ok," Kenji muttered, following Michiru into the main hall where all the senshi and their children were gathered. He started feeling out of place again when he seen how close everyone was. It only got worse when Minako came over and hugged him. Not wanting to seem rude, he hugged her back.

Makoto noticed his uneasiness and put her hand on her girlfriend's shoulder.

Minako let go of Kenji and turned to Makoto, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Let's go, Kenji," Haruka said. She looked at Usagi and smiled. "We'll see you later then?"

Usagi nodded and watched as her friends and Kenji walked away. After they had left the main hall, she chuckled.

Ami looked at the blonde in confusion. "What's so funny?

Usagi shrugged. "They didn't bow this time," she said with a slight laugh.

Kenji sat in the back of Michiru's car, trying not to fall asleep.

Haruka, who was driving, looked at him through the rear-view mirror. "You ok back there, Kenji?"

"Yeah," the boy said quietly. "I'm just tired." He yawned just as he finished his sentence.

Haruka smirked and then focused back on the road. She pulled the car into a drive-through doughnut shop, similar to today's Dunkin Donuts, and bought them all some breakfast sandwiches before pulling into a parking spot to eat. "Do you have to work today?" she asked once she was finished eating.

Kenji shook his head. "Not unless I want to. Why?"

"We were wondering if you could stay with Kiseki for the day," Michiru said as she turned in her seat to face him. "We know it would help Kiseki feel better to have you around."

Kenji took a quick but deep breath. "I'd like to but I don't have a way home."

Haruka looked into the rear-view again. "I'll pick you up when visiting hours are over. Or I can pick you up earlier if you call the house. Either way, it doesn't matter to me."

Kenji thought for a moment. "That sounds like a good idea to me. As long as Kiseki thinks so, too."

Michiru chuckled softly. "She will."

Haruka started the car and left the parking lot. All was silent the rest of the way to the hospital.

Once there, they all got out of the car and made their way to Kiseki's room, Haruka leading the trio. She seen her child's door standing open and knew that all was well. She peeked around the door's frame and into the room just as a nurse was walking out. She smiled flirtatiously at the young nurse unconsciously.

"I swear," Michiru said as she rolled her eyes." Some days, I wonder why I even married you," she said jokingly with a fake frown. She had to fight back a laugh when her wife pouted.

Haruka stuck out her bottom lip and pretended to cry. "I'm sorry, Michi."

Kenji gave a small chuckle and walked past them, entering his girlfriend's room.

Kiseki looked much better than she had the previous day. Her smaller, less serious cuts and bruises had all but disappeared and her more serious ones were healing well. Now she had no problems in opening only her left eye, but it was still a little bit sore. She seen someone come into her room and tried to focus on them. She smiled brightly when she realized who it was. "Kenji!"

Kenji smiled – really smiled – for the first time since the accident. "Hey. How are you?" he asked as he stopped and stood next to her bed.

"Well," Kiseki started. "I've certainly looked and felt a lot better." She looked at her cast-covered legs and snorted, then looked back at her boyfriend.

The boy ran his hand over her hair, being careful to make sure he didn't touch her stitches. "You still look beautiful to me," he whispered.

Kiseki blushed and giggled. A moment later, she was silent as she looked into his steel grey eyes.

After a few moments, he bent over and placed a kiss on Kiseki's still-bruised lips. When she jerked away from him, he knew he had hurt her. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Kiseki cursed her lips for being so sensitive at the moment. She smiled, hoping to make him feel a little bit better. "Don't worry about it. As a matter of fact, come here." She would have just tugged on his jacket but on account of her fingers being broken, she couldn't. Although it hurt like hell, she kissed her boyfriend strongly.

Outside of the room, Kiseki's parents watched as their daughter and Kenji shared their "special moment."

"They make a great couple. Don't you think so, Michi?" Haruka whispered.

Michiru shrugged. "He's a great kid. As long as he doesn't hurt my girl, it doesn't really matter."

"Now," Haruka said playfully. "Do you mean me or Ki-chan?" She received a light punch in the arm and laughed.

Kenji ended the kiss and stood up, smiling at his "broken" girlfriend.

Kiseki stared at him right back, fighting a laugh though she didn't quite know why. "Probably because he looks so tired and worried," she thought. "Are my parents here?"

Kenji nodded. "They're outside right now." He looked over towards the door and realized that they had been watched.

Haruka started to go into her daughter's room with Michiru following her. "Hey, Ki-chan." She stood next to Kenji and looked down at the girl.

Kiseki smiled again. "Hey."

Michiru sat down on the edge of the bed. "Feeling any better?"

The teenager nodded. She chatted idly with her parents and boyfriend.

A little while later, Haruka and Michiru decided to leave, but not before they warned Kiseki that the other senshi would be dropping by later in the day. Kiseki didn't mind at all as long as Kenji could stay. They all knew that she was going to say that but, still, they found it funny.

Kenji sat on the edge of his girlfriend's bed once her parents left. He let out a long yawn and looked at Kiseki quickly when she chuckled. "What?"

Kiseki smiled and cocked her head. "You barely slept, didn't you?" She nodded and continued after he confirmed her suspicions. "I didn't think you would." Her smile faded just as quickly as it had appeared. "In all honesty, I thought that you'd be in jail for attempted murder, along with my mother."

Kenji reached over and lightly stroked his girl's blonde hair. "I thought about it."

Kiseki gave him a tiny smile. "I'm really glad that you didn't," she said quietly. She looked down at her hands and frowned. "It's amazing."

Kenji gave her a confused look and said, "What's amazing?" He ran his hand over Kiseki's hair again.

The teenage girl sighed. "How much I took for granted. Like, just being able to hold your hand."

Kenji recognized how miserable his girlfriend felt and wished he could do something about it. He knew he couldn't, though, so he did all in his power to comfort her. As he continued to stroke Kiseki's slightly-oily hair, Mamoru's words ran through his head. "I love you, Kiseki."

To Be Continued

AN: I am soooo sorry that it's taken me this long to get this up. I had this written for a while, I just couldn't find the book I had written it in. Special thanks to Kyouryoku Senshi for reminding me that Rini isn't one of the Japanese names. Gomenasai! Thank you in general to everyone who has put up with my timeliness and has read all of these. Doomo arigatoo gozaimasu Be sure to check back soon for an update on the other two Kiseki pieces and a new one coming soon. Ja ne!