Note: Sakura is one of Zenigata's daughters.

Goemon ran frantically towards the harbor, nervous eyes shifting around for any sign of the women he was searching for. He came to an abrupt stop at a large, pink and black lump on the ground. Slowly, the tilted his head downward, the sting of failure running fast through him. He kneeled to the ground, picking her up gently and holding her close to him.
"Midori," he whispered softly. He gave a tired shake of the head. "No. Ai," he managed to say through the tears.

Goemon gripped his blanket, gasping for breath while covered in a sheet of cold sweat. He quick realized what happened and sat up in a slump against the headboard of his bed.

"Baffi, hurry up!" came a shout from the other room.
Goemon grabbed the boy by the ear. "How many times must I tell you to call her by her proper name, Susanne?"
Susanne winced, pulling away from his father's strong hand. "Who can ever pronounce it? And stop calling me Susanne!"
His father didn't react, having gone through similar conversations many times. "It's Fujiko. Maybe if you stopped trying to be a rebel for a moment, you would learn the names of your siblings. And I'm not going to stop calling you by your name, that doesn't make sense."
"Why did you name me Susanne?" Susanne whined, mainly in the knowledge that he could never win.
Goemon shrugged in a non-chalant manner, putting on an amused smile. "I liked the song."
Susanne clenched his fists and huffed. "Well, when I have enough money, I'm changing my name to Hero Gyro!" he cried in his "manly and in charge" voice.
"A job might help with that."
The boy grabbed his sister by the arm and ran out to school, too angered to say anything more.
Goemon let out a long sigh of shame, going off into the kitchen to make himself breakfast.

Frolic Brodderick sat in his quaint little flower shop, quietly arranging his many, varied flowers.
"Good morning, Goemon!" Sakura shouted cheerfully, running inside from the foggy outdoors.
He gave her a cold stare and cleared his throat, his attention going back to his work; or hobby, it could also be called.
"Sorry. Frolic. How are you?"
"Hi, Donsai," he greeted apathetically.
Sakura's bright smile returned as she watched his hands do their fancy work. 'He remembered my nickname, too!' This was, for her, a magnificent thing. "What have you been up to?" She raised her voice in an attempt to keep his attention.
Frolic didn't answer, his eyes clouded, for he was too caught up in his daydreams.
"Frolic?" She waved a hand in front of her face. "Are you okay?" She frowned, storming out of the place and wondering why she even bothered at all. But at least they had spoken a little.
Snapping back into reality, Frolic became confused. 'What's her problem?'

Goemon opened the door to the flower shop with an immensely unhappy almost-grimace on his face. 'My most successful son runs a flower shop,' he thought to himself sadly.
He approached the front desk, his eyes narrowing. "Why does your nametag say Frolic?" he scoffed, tempted to rip it off and slice it into pieces. "Your name is Goemon Ishikawa XIV, and you should show it with honor and pride!"
Frolic sighed. It was that time again. "Goo- Goy- Dad, I can't even pronounce that. Why couldn't you have given me a cool name, like Susanne?"
Goemon sighed. "I came to request your month's rent."
A sadistic smile came to Frolic's face. "I don't know about you, but I find it pretty pathetic that your main source of income is money I, your son, give you."
Goemon grabbed the envelope harshly, trying to suppress his anger and shame as he walked off.