"Yuki, just pull over," Hiro snorted.
"That's what I'm doing," Yuki ground out, wanting to punch his younger cousin. Yuki pulled into a parking spot, his head falling against the steering wheel tiredly.
"If you don't shut up I will wring your stupid, skinny neck!" Kyo growled, not restraining the urge to strangle the aloof Sohma.
"It might be a bit messy then." Hatsuharu mused. "I'd hate to have to clean the blood."
"Blood? Oh please," Kisa pleaded. "Please don't."
"Aw, don't worry, Kisa," Hiro responded, smirking. "Kyo doesn't have the guts."
"Why you-"
"Hey!"
"Stop that!"
"Kyo!" Yuki stared tiredly ahead of him as the rest of his family bickered. Their road trip had hit a couple bumpy spots...most of it (all of it) coming from the actual road trip. His family was not getting along.
At all.
They were parked across from an elementary school. It looked like a recess, kids spilled around the field haphazardly. Some were playing on the jungle gym, others swinging, and a large group playing kick ball.
Yuki smiled tiredly at the group, they seemed to being fun. A young girl stepped up to the plate, and Yuki watched astounded as the girl, seemingly so innocent, kicked a home run. The odd haired driver cheered mentally for this girl as she ran back to home plate, where he watched the little girl be picked up and hugged excitedly by an older, high school aged girl.
A teacher's assistant. Yuki thought, bemused. The teacher's assistant twirled the younger girl around, both sets of brunette hair swirling out with the twirl. The high school girl set the elementary girl down, smiling happily.
Yuki froze.
Even from across the road, Yuki knew that smile. It was a smile that could light up anyone's face, and if Yuki was completely honest, a privilege men would fight over. The warmth just flowed out from the petite woman's face, and Yuki didn't have to even squint to know the girl would have bright, excited blue eyes.
"Guys!" Yuki snapped, breaking the into the argument. "Look!"
"What?" Hatsuharu sighed, leaning forward to put his head by Yuki's.
"What do you see?" Kisa asked timidly.
"Don't tell me you found another therapist for Kyo." Hiro snorted.
"I don't need-"
"Would you two just shut up?" Yuki snapped. "Look," he said pointedly, and they looked across the street to watch Tohru come up to the plate...and strike out.