AAAAAAAAAAAND....here's the sequel to The Aftermath~ ^_^ Hope you all like it. Review pleeeeeeeeease~

Title: Misunderstandings
Author: ice
Genre: Romance, Family
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: AtoJi
Note: Sequel to The Aftermath.
Summary: A misunderstanding by Atobe's mother causes chaos for Atobe and Jirou.

Disclaimer: I can only wish I owned PoT...Atobe and Jirou would be official...and PoT would be about Hyoutei instead of Seigaku...

Atobe Sayumi frowned as she elegantly stepped out of the vehicle. She had given her son a three-day prior notice that she--and her husband, later this evening--was to return this day, and yet, Keigo was not here to greet her. It had been a long time since the last time she had seen her son, perhaps four? five? years ago, really. She absently wondered what he was like now, as she handed her coat off to the butler. Sure, she had heard rumors about his accomplishments, ranging from his success in academia to his success in that....sport, he so liked playing. Oh, she knew he wasn't incompetent, far from it in fact. He had been helping her husband with various jobs since the child had returned from Great Britain. So far, he had turned in detailed and punctual work, befitting for the heir of the Atobe family.

What she had to raise her eyebrow at, though, was that her son was rumored to have a relatively large fanbase. Fanatics were nice and all, but not appropriate for businessmen nor politicians. They needed supporters, not obsessed fans. From what one of her colleagues told her on her last visit to Japan, Atobe Keigo was a well-known name in the Kantou region, if not for his wealth nor talents, then for his looks. Apparently, several modeling agencies had attempted to recruit the diva, as many referred to Atobe Keigo as, only to fail.

She shook her head as she stalked up the stairs to Keigo's room. Unbelievable. She'd heard that he was a charmer, but nothing about being a playboy. Hopefully he wasn't. She wrinkled her nose disgustedly at the thought of any illegitimate children running around. Not to mention all the problems it would cause.

Besides, that was the point of this visit. She and Atobe Keisuke had found a suitable girl to betroth Keigo to. Ashikawa Aiko was certainly a fitting bride. She was beautiful with her petite figure and long blonde hair, intelligent, and possessed a sharp mind. While she did not come from a family from the higher end of the social ladder, she was well-educated and her family was well-to-do. It would be more beneficial than betrothing Keigo to one of those other gold-digging harpies.

Yes, it would be a good match. She opened Keigo's door as she reached his room...only for everything she had been planning to say to her son to completely fly out of her head as she froze in shock.

A petite blonde figure with their back facing her was beginning to button up their white dress shirt when said person caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of their eye, at which the figure snatched up a bedsheet to cover their front and let out a shriek of terror. It vaguely registered in her mind that although the girl was pretty, especially with her well-done makeup, she was a little flat, before footsteps interrupted her thoughts.

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Atobe nodded distractedly as his butler reported to him that his mother had arrived and was looking for him as he continued his conversation with a particular....sneaky tensai. He had called only to appropriately give his thanks to where it was due, no matter how reluctant he was to speak to Seigaku's sadistic tensai. He had no wish to be in the presence of the honey-haired boy, no matter if it was only just speaking on the phone. That boy had a cruel streak in him a mile-wide when provoked; he didn't understand how Tezuka handled him and wasn't quite sure he ever wanted to know. He was just glad the boy wasn't in Hyoutei.

Then twin shrieks rang out throughout the mansion, sending several of his teammates tumbling out of bed if the thumps he heard where correct.

Shit. Mother.

He had completely forgotten that Jirou was in his room changing out of that schoolgirl uniform. If his mother had headed straight to his room the moment she arrived...

"Saa...looks like you'll be having a fun time."

"Shut up." He snarled at the Fuji.

"Looks like Nee-san's right afterall. Call us if Jirou needs any help with his makeup again. Ja."

Atobe furiously hung up the phone at the Fuji's audacity while cursing himself for allowing his team to persuade Jirou to keep the outfit and makeup on all night. They had moved their little after-game-party to his place, deeming the clubhouse to be too small for anything. Then someone got it into his mind that making Jirou stay in the skirt would be a good idea, probably Mukahi or Shishido. Well, it was a good idea, he mused, until Jirou decided that his lap was a more comfy resting place than the floor and sat on him. That had caused a few problems.

When he reached his room in record time, he could see his mother gaping speechlessly at Jirou, while Jirou had pressed himself against the opposite wall with a bedsheet clutched tightly to him up to his neck, white dress shirt draped around thin shoulders, eyes wide in terror and shock, resembling perhaps a virgin sacrifice.

"Mother!"

His mother snapped out of her shock and whipped around. "Keigo! This is why you didn't come out to greet me?! I heard that you had become a big charmer at your school, that you had girls throwing themselves at you everyday. This is what you do?! You choose a poor, innocent girl every other day to take to bed and discard them afterwards?! And her! Look at her! She doesn't even look like she's past thirteen yet! You've ruined her life if you got her pregnant! How could you!" She ranted at him.

Atobe gaped as he sputtered out, "What?!"

Just as his mother opened her mouth to shout again, a small voice interrupted.

"Um...ma'am? I'm fifteen."

"Oh, alright, dearie," she said offhandedly to the blonde behind her before turning on her son again. "But that still doesn't give you the right to just sleep with anyone! How many have there been?" She glared at him, tapping her foot.

"Wha-" Atobe narrowed his eyes. "Mother, no one else has been in my room except-"

"Seriously? That's the first person that's ever stepped foot into your room besides the servants and your father and I?" She raised an eyebrow.

Atobe sighed exasperatedly, "YES, Mother."

"And you've never slept with anyone anywhere else?"

"Mother, just what kind of person do you think I am?!" Atobe hissed.

"Alright then, problem solved them. You'll marry this girl after we do a satisfactory background check. Hopefully she's as good as the one we picked out for you to be betrothed to. If this one's not good enough, you'll just have to settle for the betrothal. Bring her to the party next weekend; we'll do everything then. Oh, and make sure she's not pregnant." She said airily, before taking her leave, leaving both Atobe and Jirou staring after her.

A small rustle sounded as fabric dragged itself across the floor. Atobe looked down at the small tug on his sleeve to see Jirou staring at him with a curious look in his eyes. "Did she just think that I was a girl the entire time...?"

Atobe let out a bark of slightly hysterical laughter as he sat down heavily on his bed. This was unbelievable. His mother had just announced that he was either going to marry Jirou or going to marry some girl that she and his father chose for him. Even worse, Jirou was obviously no longer going to be a choice if they discover that Jirou is indeed male and not female. On top of that, his mother apparently thought that he was a satyromaniac. Which he definitely was NOT. He had only gotten as far as making out with Jirou. Hmph.

"Keigo...?" A soft rustle sounded as Jirou sat next to Atobe on the bed and wrapped his arms around the taller boy's waist and leaned into him. Atobe let out a heavy sigh. He didn't know what to do about the entire situation.

The silence was then broken by a low whistle. "Man, talk about family issues." The resident acrobat commented.

"Yeah, I don't envy you at all." Shishido said as he walked into the room with the rest of the team that was left following. Hiyoshi and Kabaji had returned home late last night, but everyone else had opted to stay.

"Atobe-san, Jirou-senpai, we'll help in any way we can." The only junior left in the group stated determinedly.

"So what're you going to do now?"

Atobe looked up at Hyoutei's tensai at that last question and made a decision. "Ore-sama will have to ask for help. If...Jirou is willing to stay with me after everything, that is." He glanced down at the soft golden head resting on his chest with softened eyes. He had no desire to give Jirou up, but he wasn't going to make Jirou suffer through the inquisition and stories his family will put him through until well after they were both graduated.

Jirou's response was a little unexpected, however. He gave a sleepy smile to Atobe before saying, "Well, Yumiko-san was right afterall, I'm going to need that makeup kit again."

The rest of the team stared at the blonde as he went back to snuggling against Atobe. Then Oshitari coughed. "I assume that by his comment, you're going to go through with this...charade of yours?"

Atobe nodded firmly once.

"Well, call us if you need any help with anything." The blue-haired tensai said as he left the room. Mukahi quickly scurried after him, but not before saying, "You need any distractions or chaos created, I can help."

"Let's go, Shishido-san. I'm sure Atobe-san and Jirou-san both would like some time together."

"Ch'. Fine."

The door clicked shut.

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