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That morning, Takaba woke to something, or someone tugging on his sandy locks. At first, this strange feeling didn't bother him that much, but after a good chunk of his hair had almost been yanked from his scalp, the seventeen year old couldn't ignore it. Grudgingly, he latched onto what he thought was a pillow and cracked open one bright blue eye. He was met with large golden eyes, a pink dress, a stuffed bunny, wild hair and a miniature human being.

"Okaachan..." She began, putting her small arms around Takaba's neck. "I'm hungry." Her high voice rang through teen's ears, causing him to blink and sit up. The little girl still held on to him like he was a life source and protectively, he put an arm around her small , soft body. With a free arm, he balanced his weight as he gazed outside of the open window. It was already morning, and he had a lot to do that day.

Sighing, he stood up from the large king sized bed with the girl in his arms. As he walked, he bit back small pains that shot from his lower regions to the rest of his body. Memories of the previous night began to flood his mind making it nearly impossible for him not to blush. He mentally breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he was clothed. He would hate for Katsumi to see him in such a way, though he figured she wouldn't care that much.

"How was your sleep?" He started as he walked down the large hallway to one of the three bathrooms. Asami currently occupied the other one, he was most likely showering. Takaba decided it would be more efficient to get ready where his fiance couldn't distract him, or get 'distracted' by him. Plus he also needed to fix Katsumi up for the day. Despite the fact that she took most of looks from her mother, who was a flawless model, she still looked wild and unkempt with all her hair tangled and messy. In addition, if she stayed like that she'd get angry.

"I'm hungry Okaachan..." She nearly whined this time.

"I know." By now, Takaba had gotten used to the name 'okaachan'. During and after the divorce, Takaba was the only mother (and parental) figure that Katsumi could cling to and being just a three year old, she had adopted the term Okaachan, as it came naturally to her.

"After you take a bath I'll make you some food, okay?"

"I don't want to take a bath." She whispered, burying her face into the crook of Takaba's neck. Chuckling, the teen opened the door to the bathroom and stepped in. Another miniature Asami already occupied the space as he stood by the counter, looking in the mirror and fixing his hair in a similar style as his fathers.

"Good morning, Eiyo." Takaba greeted.

"Good morning Akihito." Eiyo replied. "She's up early." He motioned towards Katsumi, who refused to let go of Takaba.

"Yeah." Takaba replied. "I need to give her a bath, and I need to get clean too, fast. After that I have to cook breakfast and make some lunch for later..." He sighed after Katsumi gave up her fight. He placed her on the ground and instinctively she latched on to his leg.

"Don't sweat it," Eiyo replied. "I'll help you cook. No need to get so anxious."

"Well....it's not just anyone, that's coming to visit. It's my parents and you know that I haven't been truthful to them at all." Takaba took his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. He sighed as he looked around the luxury bathroom and back to his reflection. "They don't know about you guys...well they do. But they just think you're..." He sighed and shook his head. "I'm just nervous that's all."