It's a big deal.

Well, just, before we get started, a little info. This is a sequel to "No big deal." I have not planned initially to write a sequel but because many of you wanted me to write it, I have done that. Again, just like you all know that "No big deal" was a sorta impulsive story featuring tragedy in the end, this is the one too. This sequel again will be highlighting their lives after what happened three back. Somehow, there is again, an unexpected tragedy forthcoming. Fortunately, I owe the song used in this chapter.

Anyway, thanks to all the previous reviewers! I've tried my best to make this quick. The first chapter is a bit short, but let's see if this works

Breezes are set,

After all the blessings said,

Life is afflicting,

Life is testing,

Life is fearful,

Life is sometimes beautiful,

Only because of the dreams I've been dreaming.

It's been three years since then. Life was passing on and on, and they had accustomed to the ways they were living with each other. Obviously, it was the existing fact that they won't fly back in time on the day they were parted and argue with their elders revealing the surprising truth. Obviously Mrs. Tach wasn't going to leave the young brunette alive if she learned what the story was around.

Nevertheless, coming back to the present bubbling day!

The breezes weren't blowing as she used to feel in her late teens, the warmness inside she found wasn't that strong but even after whatever the hell had occurred with her, she was laying on her soft bed in half asleep state.

The scene was cute though. Her room had a large glass window on the adjacent wall of the bed, the walls being painted light hazel green on the one side and living other three with baby pink shades. Her beret was smothered with dark blue sheet and white mattress laying barely on her. She was sleeping, and in her sub conscious mind, she was thinking of all the times from then. In her arms laid, her daughter sleeping peacefully under the magnificent aura of her beloved mother.

The lulling sound of the air conditioner was going to drive her in a very unconscious siesta, not before she heard the creaking of the door being slightly opened.

Kai ambled inside glancing at her wife and her daughter sleeping peacefully, and he rather felt happy. The outside wasn't pleasant, it's been scorching heat and he has just returned from his company quarters, obviously the Hiwatari ones which he had inherited from his Grandfather. Shortly after changing into tracks, he looked around for his loose night top he usually put on. Standing half-naked with bare chest in front of the air conditioner, he felt the coldness quenching the scorchness beautifully. He looked at the brunette and slowly shook her shoulder mumbling so as not to disturb Lavinia.

"Hil! Have you seen my top?" he hushed slowly.

He stared at her for some time before she would mumble something in her sleep and he would analyze it for some time and then eventually comprehend it and go and get it, but here, there was just no avail. It took his senses a complete minute to notice how cute his wife was looking in his own top she was wearing!

He gasped suddenly and shook his head to clear his gaze but it was just the same. Rather, he found a strong grip on his hand that was pulled and kept satisfactorily under her cheeks. He couldn't help but give a smile.

"Well then, shall we first remove Lavinia from between us?" he gave a soft smile.

He freed his wrist softly and lifted Lavinia taking her to her room,

"She should learn to sleep in her room. Would she like if her children did the same with her?" Kai spoke to himself and what he found amusing was that her daughter was nodding in her half slept state.

After returning to his room, he realized that he still was shirtless and the cold air would definitely give him a break from his company if he didn't grab something to wear on.

Nevertheless, he took the plunge to search the keys of her wardrobe, and when he successfully attempted to check her shirt, he tried if he could wear one but none could fit in his body. He should have known right that her wife's body was slimmer almost twice than his.

He gave a tired sigh, but then smirked glancing at her closed eyes. He quietly locked the door and comfortably landed beside her staring at her cravingly, yet softly.

Sylvia was a cheerful doll for Tyson. Never had he himself bored when she was around. He had done all the things that a cool father would do and then he always found her eyes amazing. Of course, they were ruby red.

"Hey Tyson, did you see Sylvia?" Salima ambled inside a bit frustrated.

"Huh?" he glanced his wife and nodded, "She's with me. We are playing Hide and Seek." He smiled.

"Uhh. You had me worried Tyson." She passed a relaxed hand on her forehead, clearing her sweatdrop.

"You know what, she really is a good hider and as well as a seeker." He said searching her under the bed and then checking his large closets.

"Oh, I was worried about her. This girl really makes me crazy sometimes. "Salima smiled.

Tyson made slow moments as he subtly opened the doors of his robes and searched for his daughter.

"Darling, come out- Oh you won't? - I love your eyes, come out or I'll find you myself." He smirked and smiled. His expression was soft and dauntless. He gently slid the back door finding her hiding crawled into a ball.

"Aw, my Barbie doll!" Tyson hugged her without faltering and somehow Sylvia laughed and had no joys in his arms.

"Give Daddy a quick kiss now!" he smiled.

"Come down both of you, lunch is ready."

They nodded and Slyvia smirked,

"Daddy, one more game?"

"Haha, momma will scold us, let's eat something first."

The little girl nodded and climbed down and they trotted downstairs.

Ever since he had been apart from her, he felt deprived and sometime quite insecure. Nobody has witnessed his timorous and in confident and inverted late night contemplation and tears at least for the first few months, They receded as one knows how time heals almost everything eventually. He used to confine each and every perception within himself. There were questions he couldn't answer, questions to himself, to god, to her…

Who has thought that a confident easy going happy living guy, a world champion would feel so down, so insecure, have his vulnerable side exposed to himself, and feeling like life has punished him. He wasn't the one to run anyway from the problems but it was now he was fighting an uphill battle just to live, no matter what happens, he was afraid of the fear and the in depth haunting questions and the dread past, well, not exactly the entirely but it did flinch and gave him shocks of his life casting nostalgic effects in his daily life.

How could he even trust Salima again after what she has done? It didn't matter for him that she loved him from the start and her game plan or precisely the sudden change of heart and the state of being selfish for both her cousins was really untipped. Still he believed that it wasn't just imply an accident, that was intended and there was his vulnerable weak side that was becoming more fatigued as he faced himself.

Somewhere deep inside, he always had a feeling of being betrayed by his own people and there he just can't trust anyone except that he fell that a true person he could always rely upon was Sylvia. Her eyes reminded him of his first love and then no matter how much tad of any incident or thing comes in front of him, he was dragged to his past and the nostalgia would last long till his daughter would suddenly show up and frighten him by yelling suddenly in his ear.

Sylvia was his healing, not yet the redemption. He questioned himself many times. He at least wanted a single reason where he did something wrong to face the pain that he felt he didn't deserve. Sometimes he felt if he was stubborn remembering and always dwelling in the past and the darker side of life. Perhaps Sylvia was the only reason he was living or else he was long back faded. The fact was, he was immature when his elders had done his partnering with Salima. I felt such anguish that I even don't basically mention 'marriage'. Now he was building up, both mentally and emotionally.

What could Sal do? Just comfort him that he always considered was nothing but a façade.

Well, then, this is it! Review. :D