"Ochibi's got porn!" Momoshiro's shout echoed through the house. Ryoma, who was handing out drinks, looked up the stairs, bewilderment showing clearly on his face. The regulars just stared.

"Oh my, Echizen-kun, I had no idea." Fuji snickered. Inui began scribbling in his notebook.

"Hey, what the hell?" Ryoma glared at Momo, who came down the stairs, porn in hand. "That's not even mine!" Ryoma exclaimed, getting a good look at the magazines.

"Saa, 'not yours'? Does that mean you have some elsewhere?" Syuusuke chuckled at the red-faced boy.

Ryoma threw a can of Ponta at him. "Oyaji, don't stash your crap in my room!" He growled, shouting at a monk that was sipping tea in the next room.

"Oh? What makes you think they're mine?" The monk grinned.

"You've been stashing those stupid things since I was in grade school, you – "

The team watched in amusement as the two argued. "Echizen-kun's father is a monk?" Taka-san asked innocently.

Ryoma snorted. "Yeah right. A monk might actually have some restraint."

Taka-san looked confused. "He's not a monk, then?" Fuji shrugged and Eiji pouted.

"Ryoma, Nanjirou, we have guests. Behave yourselves." A pretty woman with Ryoma's eyes chided, folding a towel as she ducked out of the laundry room.

Oishi raised an eyebrow. "Nanjirou?" He murmured. "Where have I heard that name before?"

Ryoma was ushered into the living room with his friends and Rinko, his mother, dragged her husband away.

Tezuka's statement came out very quietly, but Eiji heard him, nonetheless and his reply was clearly audible. "Eh!? Ochibi's father is Samurai Nanjirou?" He half screamed. All of the regulars went crazy, bombarding the youth with questions.

Ryoma groaned. This could take a while.

I wrote this in irritation that none of the regulars ever figured out who Nanjirou was until way late in the series. Seriously, even if he was only famous in America, its not like the family name is common.