Pretty Cure: Next Generation

Summary: The legendary hereos are back. This time it's their daughters' turn!

I would say that this fanfic is for people who have watched Pretty Cure, but I'm not banning you people who hasn't watch it don't worry xD

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Cure.

Blablablabla: speaking

Bla bla bla: thought

Bla bla bla: Yelling!

Blablablabla: Attacks and transformations

It Begins And Resumes! The Legendary Pretty Cure are reborn!

The air was getting warmer and warmer every week as the sun kept rising higher and higher in the middle of May. A girl rolled down the window pane for it was too hot for her to breathe inside the car. She wore light clothes; long knee white skirt and shoulder blue dress. She looked out amazed how pretty view it was to move to another country. Yet, she felt like a stranger, unlike her mother who had born in Japan, she felt excited to be home again. The girl thought of transfer to new school was stressful, she was always nervous to meet the new kids, but not afraid to stand up for the new class like at her home country.

She looked down at her short feet, covered with her white shoe matched to the dress she wore. She felt like a stone was inside her stomach, sinking. She tried to gulp it down, but it was useless. Her mother noticed her stress; she turned to her and started the conversations between them.

"Nervous?" her first word of saying.

Her daughter couldn't but nod for reply as yes. Her mother kept smiling at her daughter's behavior, for she reminded of her when she entered the first year of middle school. The girl kept staring blankly out the window after the conversation; she hoped it would last until they arrive. Her smile faded, though, as she looked at her daughter and thought of her problem of social able to other people. She didn't give hope because she was sure that the school she'd transferring to, she defiantly will make friends.

A bird, separated from its group, flew around in the early morning and sat down in the nearest tree it could find, near a familiar block. Two blocks up from the bird, there was a woman in her thirties making breakfast for her family, cooking and placing plates on the table for four. She looked at the clock above the table ticking the seconds away, worried that her daughter would be late for school.

"Kazumi! Wake up already." she yelled trying to reach her kids' bedroom.

Her younger daughter had just woke up minutes ago and left for school. Thinking that when her eldest daughter grows to adult she'd become active when she wakes up but she became lazier and lazier.

No one came out, minute later. Groaning about her daughter's laziness, she walked towards her rooms and knocked frantically on the door.

"Kazumi! Get up already!"

"Why are you yelling so early in the morning, honey?" Her husband walked towards her with his toothbrush still in his mouth. His eyes were half-closed; it seemed that he had recently been shaving and he smelled good, which, by his wife point of view, made him attractive. As a car salesman, he must be well groomed and wear formal dress as he sits by a desk with heaps of paperwork in front of him and answering phone calls. Sometimes, he brings a new car home over the weekends and returns them on Monday. His wife, however, takes care of cleaning, cooking and the kids, which she wasn't very good at it, but her husband helps her during his day off. He has noticed that she usually goes to get her hair cut on Saturdays to keep her hairstyle from when she was fourteen. Her daughter had the same style, only shorter and his brown hair.