Hello, I decided to remaster this story, as the plot and characters were all over the place. I will change some things. I will be incorporating some scenes from an old story into this if I see fit or am proud of it; please don't think of me as lazy.
This is also an experiment of me posting the story instead of replacing the chapters of the old one. I will not delete it, don't worry, I don't want to lose all the reviews and favorites.
I'm planning to do 50 chapters like the show. Also, be aware that this fic might be darker than the original show. I will try to update chapters once a month.
Note that Tomo's name has been changed to Ritsu! Final edit, and I am happy with that name!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Cure.
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19 April 2028
Gazing outside, her shoulder-length hair disheveled from her sleep, Nagisa grinned to herself as though remembering the cherry blossoms that were in bloom. Abruptly, she began to quiver and sneeze. With a sniff, she shut the window and started putting on her light blue police shirt. However, before she could even fasten the shirt, she looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze fixed on the diagonal scar over her chest. In an attempt to sense what's keeping her from going any further, the woman places her fingers on her chest, where her heart used to sighed and closed her shirt, fixed her silver empty insignia on her shoulders, tied her tie, and placed her tiny bowl hat with an emblem on it. She turned around when she heard a door jeering open, a tall, dark-brown-eyed man with well-kept hair and a goatee on his chin smiled at Nagisa, and she returned the smile. He was dressed in blue business attire with a black tie and brown pants.
"Sexy and hot as always, Nagisa." He swept her into his arms, making her blush and chuckle. She quickly adjusts her husband's tie as he smirks slyly at her.
"Do you think Samurai Blue (1) will beat the South Korean butt?" she asked as she finished tying his tie. Fuji-P merely laughed it off, holding her hands and looking into her eyes. Nagisa continued to blush, despite being married to him for years, and she felt like a junior high schooler all over again.
"They're better. Oh, Saki left for school, but..." he stopped.
"...Kazumi's still asleep, huh?" Her eyebrows were wrinkled. With only a nod from Fuji-P, Nagisa stormed out of her room and gave her teenage daughter a loud knock on the door.
"Kazumi! She shouted, "Wake up already."
The girl's voice continued to moan about their parents interfering with her beauty sleep, "I don't wanna." When Fuji-P suddenly appeared from behind her, her mother rolled her eyes.
"Kazumi, don't make me come in there and drag you out."
With a challenge, Kazumi said, "Make me."
She pounded on the metal door and said, "You come out there, right now, young lady!" She urgently tries to input the room's password, but a metallic voice answers each time. "Access denied."
"Honey, calm down, please." stated Fuji-P. Letting go of her kid, she sighed.
"Man, it's such a pain to drag her outta her room all morning." Nagisa folded her arms and groaned.
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