A/N: I've had an urge to write a pastfic about the Manjoume group for a long time. What finally spurred me on is the fact that there are virtually no fics with all three of them as children. It's just the older two, or just Jun himself.

I know that the basic plot has been done to death in movies. However, I will try my hardest to put some unique twists into it.

This will take place in the early 90s, so I will use the culture, current events, and technology from that era.

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It was almost 7:30 PM.

This was significant because 7:30 was the time when, once a week, Mr. and Mrs. Manjoume met with their three children. They knew that a half-hour long meeting once a week was not nearly enough time to know their children well. However, it was all they could do just to keep THAT small time slot free.

They were forced to unplug all their telephones, computers, and fax machines during that time. Otherwise, their associates could, and often did, distract them.

So now the pair were just sitting in Mr. Manjoume's study. The silence in the room had an eerie feel to it. They said nothing, because they had nothing to say. Really, they didn't see each other much more than they saw the kids.

This was far from ideal family life, but it had to be done. It was a sacrifice that had to be made in exchange for wealth, prestige, and power. They knew no other way.

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At exactly 7:30, loud, scuffling footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.

That had to be Chosaku. It was almost an unwritten rule that the boys always appeared in age order. Sure enough, Chosaku was soon opening the door and stomping across the fine Persian rug. He slouched in a chair, put his dirty sneakers on the velvet footstool, and did not look at his parents.

Obviously, he was in another one of those pubescent moods. He had just become a teenager with his birthday the month before. However, said parents were too preoccupied to notice the moodiness. Shoji had just arrived. Thankfully, at eleven, he wasn't affected by hormones much.

However, Shoji didn't look at his parents either. He wasn't angry like Chosaku, though. No, Shoji was just too wrapped up in his handheld gaming device to notice anything in the outside world. Several minutes passed, with the only noise coming from Shoji's game.

Then, they finally heard it: a constant stream of scolding coming from the hallway that was getting gradually louder.

"Don't touch that. Hey, I told you not to touch it! Listen to me! Oh no, that is NOT good to eat! Give it to me. I said GIVE IT TO ME! Do you want a timeout? HEY, COME BACK HERE!"

Scuffling sounds ensued.

Mr. and Mrs. Manjoume showed signs of life for once. Mr. Manjoume put down the old newspaper he was skimming, and Mrs. Manjoume ran to open the door. Finally, a very weary-looking nanny walked in, presumably having regained possession of the straying toddler, Jun. Jun was...well, it was almost impossible to tell just where he'd been, because he was almost immediately scooped up by his mother.

Shoji and Chosaku rolled their eyes at each other when their parents weren't looking. Their mother especially thought Jun was just a perfect little angel. He certainly looked the part, with that adorably messy hair, big dark eyes, and translucent skin. However, Chosaku and Shoji both knew better. They had heard the horror stories that the servants loved to swap.

According to these servants, Jun's bad behavior redefined the phrase "terrible twos".

As Mrs. Manjoume went on and on about how cute and adorable and loving her precious little boy was, Jun innocently snuggled his face into her shoulder. Shoji put his game on pause so he and his older brother could make faces at all the sappiness.

The worst part was, Mrs. Manjoume always fell for it hook, line and sinker. She refused to hear even hints that Jun was an unmanageable, spoiled brat to everyone else.

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Now that everyone was finally there, uneasy silence reigned again.

Mr. Manjoume was reading the old paper. Mrs. Manjoume was still fussing over Jun. Chosaku was sulking. Shoji was playing his game. Jun was sitting in his mother's lap. Other than physical resemblances and Mrs. Manjoume's affection towards Jun, it was almost impossible to tell that all of these people were related to each other.

Finally, Mr. Manjoume had had enough. He broke the silence with, "This nonsense has got to stop NOW!"

Everyone was surprised at this outburst, so they waited for Mr. Manjoume to explain himself.

"This is ridiculous!" continued Mr. Manjoume, "We are a family; we're supposed to interact! If these meetings won't cause you to converse, I'll have to find some other method!"

For a while, Mr. Manjoume was in deep thought. Then, an idea struck him, seemingly from out of nowhere.

"Of course...we can go on a vacation! We can fly to America and do a cross country tour."

The ideas kept getting wilder by the moment.

"And we won't have any servants. It will be just us and the kids for a month!"

Finally, Mrs. Manjoume found the courage to speak.

"But dear...neither of us can be away from work for a whole month!"

Nothing could dissuade Mr. Manjoume now.

"We're CEOs. We can do whatever we want!"

With that, he rushed off to buy plane tickets.

Everyone was staring at each other in shock. Only one person spoke. It was the nurse, and she spoke so softly that no one else heard.

"But...Jun isn't even...potty-trained..."

She highly doubted that either of the parents knew how to change diapers. Oh well. They'd just have to learn! She was sick of how snobbish and detached from life the whole family was. Maybe a vacation wouldn't be good for them, but it would be amusing for her to imagine it!

And with that thought, she dragged a very cranky Jun off to bed.