Okay guys, I know the story's been going a little slow lately, and this chapter won't be changing that. This will probably be one of the shortest chapters of the Fic, and it is pretty much just filler. However, we're coming up on a very eventful part of the story, so just bear with me, just like you have this far, and you won't be sorry come Chapter Eight. This is Our Life She didn't understand. She knew it was going to happen. There was no surprise. Everything had gone just as she'd predicted. Why then, had Koyomi Mizuhara Jr. been so broken up inside when she'd been rejected by her mother? It was a mystery indeed, and as Yomi walked alongside Tomo Takino, her girlfriend, carrying with her a rather large suitcase, she remained silent. Every now and then, Tomo would try to strike up a bit of meaningless conversation, if anything, just to attempt to lighten the mood, get Yomi's mind off of what had happened. Tomo loved Yomi dearly, and it was painful to see her like this. "Hey, that's a pretty flower garden that that woman has." Tomo would lightly say. Yomi remained silent The two continued on. "It's really humid today, don'tcha think?" Tomo tried again some time later. Yomi did not respond. "I've heard there's a new Jet Li movie out. Wanna go check it out later?" Tomo was at the point of forcing out an answer, but Yomi remained quiet. Tomo sighed heavily, and gave up, merely walking over and putting an arm of support around Yomi. A few strange looks were shot their way, but when the onlookers saw Yomi, in her apparent state of depression, didn't think homosexual affection was at work, so much as friendly support. They were, of course, wrong, but right in a sense. Concern from a lover was at work here, and Tomo was all the more happier that attention wasn't focused on either of them. That was the last thing Yomi needed right now. After what seemed like forever to Tomo, the two girls finally arrived back at the Takino Household, the house that would now be considered theirs. However, once they had ascended the wooden stairs, and arrived at the front door, the message they found in the form of a post-it note on the door didn't do this already horrible day any better. Slowly reaching up, Tomo, not even sure that Yomi knew where they WERE, pulled the Post-it from the door. As Tomo began to read, Yomi finally snapped out of it, so to speak. "Girls, I'm sorry about this. I apparently didn't look close enough at my summon letter, and I got a call from my Battalion Commander wondering where the hell I was at. Anyway, turns out, I was supposed to leave today. I'm gone, I'll be gone, I'll try my DAMNDEST to make it back for graduation this year. Anyway, Tomo, Yomi, I love you, I support you two. Don't let it get you down, and try to find the bright side. Believe me, there always is one. Love, Dad." Tomo sighed. "I guess this means..." "We're all alone..." Yomi finished. Tomo jumped, she was so startled, actually hearing Yomi talk again. "My thoughts exactly." Tomo draped her arm further around her lover, pulling her now from a mere arm-on-shoulder walk to an embrace, which Yomi returned by placing her arms on the small of Tomo's back. "We're all each other has left." They were staring deeply into each others lives. "Yeah..." Came Yomi's response, though this time, in a dreamy kind of sense. All it had taken was one look into Tomo's sincere eyes to know, know that somebody still loved her, and even though her friends, her father against his will, and even her own mother had denied it, Tomo had supplied it. Yomi's above thoughts didn't even have time to process before the passion began. Her mom had always taught her to go ten percent of the way, after the man came the other ninety. That philosophy was out the window, as Yomi brought her face foreward, not even giving Tomo any room to come half of the way, before their lips locked. After an initial lip lock, the game of tonsil hockey, if you will, began. Tomo would get a quick lick of Yomi's canines, before Yomi herself would tag back, licking the bottom of her lovers lips. Both girls constantly let out heavy, passionate breaths, and nothing, not even the very occasional sound of car horns could ruin this moment. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they pulled away, both at the same time, and both looking like they could have enjoyed more very easily. As if to complete the moment, Yomi finished what she'd started before the kiss. "...and I think it'll all be okay." The two exchanged knowing smiles, as well as a very tight hug, before letting go, still holding hands, while Tomo used her free hand to unlock the door, and Yomi using hers to carry her luggage. All the problems in the back of Yomi's mind, the trauma of what had happened with her mother, and the surprise with her friends were still there, as they would be for the rest of Yomi's days, however many those be, and the same for Tomo, but both knew that they'd done the right thing to get themselves started in the direction of the path that would prove right for them. At that moment, they honestly believed that there would be happiness in the end. "Hey, if anything, we got our own place out of it." Tomo said, with her usual spunk now back in tact. Yomi chuckled at the fact. Only Tomo could find sunshine in the rain. "I can always count on you to look on the bright side, can't I?" Yomi relenquished her grip on Tomo's hand, sitting her suitcase down near the staircase. "Look for yourself, honey." Tomo waved her hand as an advertiser would. "Look around you, we've got a fridge full of good food, HD TV, the bills and utilites being paid for by Dad." She let Yomi take it in for a moment. "Surely to goodness we can still get work, make some dough, pimp this place out like we want it." Tomo took Yomi in her arms, looking straight into her eyes. "Don't you see? It's all right here, laid out for us." Yomi smiled into the chocolate eyes of her girlfriend. She knew there was truth in all that Tomo said to her. This young woman would never lie to her. That was the truth. But then, something else caught her eye. Something behind Tomo. Which caused Yomi to look up. Tomo, confused by the sudden distraction, turned her head, and saw it too. Yomi nodded her conformation. "We've also got school," Yomi said, not sure weather to be grim in the sense of their newfound social life (if you could call it that) or the dread of having to go back to school itself, though her tone reflected both. "Starting tomorrow."
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