A/N:
After making that one-shot Busted, I started getting the idea of making a family-orientated Fic involving the Shion family after Kaito's rise to success. Kaito will be mentioned here and there, but I'm mainly going to showcase other Shion's; mainly Akaito, Nigaito, Kizaito, and Kaiko. However, I'm totally into the idea of dedicating an entire chapter to one Shion, if a Reader wishes me to. X3 This is just gonna be loaded with crazies though, and you guys will see what my headcanons are for these guys real quick. XD
"Honey, I'm home~!" a voice suddenly sang from the hall as a door slammed shut, rattling Mr. Shion out of his thoughts. It jarred him only a moment, before he regained his countenance and straightened his newspaper a bit in his hands, before continuing to read.
He felt the presence in the room then, the smug, sinister aura that seemed to follow the character everywhere. He heard the deliberately noisy footsteps as they entered, the shifting of clothing. Still, he ignored it, his eyes glued to the sports section of his newspaper.
"Hey, the newspaper's here, I see. . ." the voice hinted in an overly peppy voice, and the screech of chair limbs being dragged across the floor screamed in his ears. He heard the body fall carelessly into the chair next to him, and felt the lengthy arm that was suddenly thrown across his shoulders. Still, he tried to ignore. "The funnies in there? You know how I love reading the funnies."
He grunted. "You hate the funnies."
The laugh hit his ear almost as quick as the response did. "Well, yeah, they suck! But that's why I love them. Everyone loves being a critic, and those idiots down at the Sapporo Times give jackasses like me a perfect excuse to be one. It's like a freebee, you're not even hurting anyone's feelings."
His head jerked up to stare sternly into big, smug red eyes. "Don't say words like that."
The sparkling red eyes held his effortlessly. "Like what? Sapporo Times? Mmm, you're right, if I say it too much they might randomly appear right here on the table top. Like Beetlejuice." The pale face next to his smirked at him, thin lips curling up into a malign grin.
Mr. Shion just held his stern gaze, tilting his head down slightly to further emphasize the grave nature of his stare.
The grinning, mischievous face held his for several more moments, before finally breaking into a good-natured eye roll. "Okay, fine, sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you'd let it go. I mean, it's not like I just told you I've found an outlet for my jerky nature that doesn't make little children cry or anything."
He opened his mouth to reply before he stopped a moment, considering. Then he closed his mouth, seeming to clear his head, and trained his eyes back onto the newspaper.
A few seconds passed. Then, "Hmmm. . . Ignoring me again, eh, Pops?"
He sighed lightly, before responding plainly, "No, I am not ignoring you."
The near thunderous snort made Mr. Shion literally jump a little in his chair. "Oh, come on, don't give me that crap. Admit it, Dad. I annoy you." The voice didn't say these words with any sort of bitterness or anger. In fact, the words were uttered with not only a sense of humor, but with a slight giddy undertone. There was a whimsical enjoyment to the statement.
Mr. Shion's mouth formed a straight line, before he just folded up his newspaper neatly and placed it down on the table so he could rub the bridge of his nose tiredly, pushing his reading glasses up as he did so. "Well, Akaito, to be totally honest, yes. You do sometimes."
A rare, high-pitched, pleased chuckle exploded out of his teenage son's mouth, before the arm that was loosely hanging around his shoulders tightened and pulled him closer. "Awww, but you know you love me, Daddy~"
He turned his head to gaze at his son, startlingly red half-lidded eyes meeting his own pale ones, with bristled crimson hair that fell messily over his forehead. The smug, relaxed expression spread so perfectly across his face that it seemed like it was made to smirk like that. His father's expression softened. "Yeah, of course I do, Akaito." He shrugged out of the hug and stood up then, picking up his coffee mug in the process. "But right now, however, I'm not talking to you." He walked across the kitchen and sat his cup in the sink, turning on the water.
Akaito turned around in his chair to blink at his father, an eyebrow raising on his forehead. "Well, why not? What did I do?"
Mr. Shion kept his back to him, picking up the sponge to clean out his cup with too much focus for such a simplistic task. "You should know what you did."
Akaito frowned. "Now come on, Dad, we're not an old married couple here. Just tell me."
He put the cup down and braced his hands on either side of the sink, his shoulders hunching over a bit. He kept his head low a few more seconds before he turned around and crossed his arms, looking less than pleased. "Akaito C. Shion. . ."
Akaito winced.
His father continued, "Yesterday evening I told you you were not to go out today. Your mom and I needed your help moving in the new couch. Since you left this morning we had to ask poor Leon to help out. The man isn't as young as he used to be, he shouldn't be carrying heavy things around like that!"
Akaito scoffed. "Oh, please, Grandpa Leon's like an ox. Besides, if you really didn't want him helping, why didn't you just ask Zeito? He's got muscles like you've got back hair."
Mr. Shion stiffened, his eyebrows furrowing down angrily. "We told you last night! He has practice today and he couldn't help. That's why we asked you in the first place! Don't you ever listen, young man?"
Akaito looked up suddenly from his fingernails, blinking a few times in surprise. "I'm sorry, were you talking? Your voice is so soothing, it makes me zone out."
Before he could start one of his usual long-winded lectures or randomly begin assigning punishments, sweet, young Kaiko wandered into the room, unknowing of the tense atmosphere as her big blue eyes were focused on a paper held in front of her. "Hey, Daddy, what do you think of this poem? 'Just leave me be and we'll be fine, 'cause to my ears you're asinine. Your voice's like cats screeching in the night, your face so bad it gives Chuck Norris a fright.' Do you think it's too much?" She looked up then, noticing Akaito's startled demeanor and her father's tense shoulders and tight-lipped expression. She blinked a couple times. "Um, is everything okay?"
Akaito's face suddenly sprouted an eerily pleasant and sweet expression. He stood from his chair with a flourish and shook his head, bouncing on the heels of his feet. "Why, yes, completely innocent, virgin-eared little sister now in the room. Everything is dandy." He walked over to place an arm around the thirteen-year-old girl's shoulders and teasingly poking her sides to get her to laugh before hoisting her up in the air by her waist with a smile. "I mean, it's not like Daddy was about to yell horribly inappropriate obscenities at me or anything, because that would be mean." He put her back down to poke her in the stomach, making her giggle uncontrollably again.
Mr. Shion's hard face melted at the sound, and he sighed, his arms dropping to his sides in defeat.
Akaito grinned horribly at his father, taking this as his cue to leave. "Now, what's this about a poem, Kaiko? You know, I'm not too bad at poetry. I can make rhymy words. How about I take a look at it with you? In the other room, way upstairs, with the door locked and curtains closed?" He didn't wait for a response as he pushed her happy form out of the room, following after her hastily.
With a weary expression, their father watched them leave before walking over to fall gracelessly back into his chair, closing his eyes at the absurdity of his situation. He muttered quietly to himself, "Kids. . . Kami help me. . ."
A/N:
Since most people seem to view Akaito as Kaito's twin brother, I'm gonna do that here. And, well, I've been kind of thinking that maybe I should come up with a name for their parents and decide on their physical appearances, too. So, I have a little request of myself to anyone who reads this. Just leave me your idea in a review or PM and I'll post it up on my Profile Page as a poll and see which combination wins, first the father and then the mother. Hope that makes some sense. . . Thanks for reading!