Family Moments Chapter 2A (Edited Version) by Tsubameminoru
Word Count: 1959

A/N: I decided to make a multipart moment here, expect more of those than oneshots from me in the near future. And I have inserted another family here, and it's little Akaya's family! And watch out for some genderbending on some of the family members

Thank You brightandsunny; shinrin13, and Neerod for the reviews!

"Ponta" - Normal speech
("Ponta") - phone conversations, in the case of the person speaking at the other end of the line

Thanks a lot speadee for pointing out Momoko's age

Second Moment A: Sadaharu's Plots

Thursday. A very fine day it seems to be. The ginkgo trees are filled with golden leaves. The sky is blue, calling forth a calm and lazy day. The air is very peaceful, perfect for a morning stroll. Yes, everything was going on normally and quietly. Well, not quite. For a certain family living down the lane…

"SADA-HARU!!"

And it can come only from one mad, real mad, the kind of mad that can make their cat hair-free, and angry Shuuko.

"This is the fifth time you came home late! And what's this? You reek of alcohol!" The couple was at the living room, with their three kids hiding behind the sofa for any incoming projectiles that may be launched anytime, assuming that they are behind their father, who, was the most likely and only target. Speaking of targets and hiding places, the certain 'target' had his own 'hiding place', behind his ever-trusted green notebook full of who-knows-what, mostly notes. And Sadaharu was mumbling about some eighty-five percent chance of whatever his wife will throw at him to miss. "I-I…"

Well, the fifteen percent thinks otherwise.

And then flew a number of cushions, then chairs, glassware, picture frames, anything throwable to Shuuko's eyes. Sadaharu managed to evade the first throws but the brittle and fragile ones were most formidable. He had to catch the glassware, antique glassware, and placed them to safety. No one would want a living room full of glass shards now, do they? When the 'period of rage' was over, several cushions were scattered, some chairs broken, at least the kids are not hurt. A panting Shuuko said, "Sadaharu! As punishment, you are to pick up the kids after school, one month, no buts!" Then an Obey-me-or-else-there-shall-be-drastic-actions-taken glow surrounded Shuuko. It was emanating quite larger than those from previous encounters. So poor Sadaharu had to give up to a low bow and a 'Yes d-dear', before helping his wife, clean up the mess.

Later that night, the entire family was asleep. Well, sans Sadaharu. Said man was now currently making a phone call. He dialed the phone number quickly. After a few moments, he was tapping his fingers on a table out of impatience. " Hmm…strange, he does not usually answer calls this long…Ii data… but then, considering that it is late at night, chances of him answering are low, in contrast to the family members to pick up… Ii data… Ah, he picked up."

At the other end of the line, ("Moshi moshi. Sanada Residence, Marui speaking. Who is this?") A very sleepy voice said.

"Aa. Moshi moshi. This is Tezuka Sadaharu. May I speak to Renji please? That is, if he's still awake?"

("Okaaay. I'll go wake Uncle Renji up for you.") A yawn came afterwards.

"Thank you Marui-kun." Sadaharu waited at the other end of the line. He can hear a conversation over the receiver.

("Hey Uncle Reeenjiii! Wake uuup!")

("What is it?") Renji's answer was a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance. At the back of Sadaharu's mind, he has confirmed that calling his work buddy at exactly eleven-twenty-six in the night can highly affect his concentrations, and amount of sleep. Because at that exact time, Renji had just laid down on his futon.

("Your friend with the weird freaky glasses that…yaaawwnn… -flects the sunlight called… yawn…") Marui rubbed his eyes as he was standing by his uncle's bedroom door.

("I see. Thank you") Sadaharu can hear Renji getting up from his futon, and lazily approaching the phone. "You can go back to bed now Marui-kun".

("Sadaharu, make this quick, But then I highly doubt that this won't last long.") Clearly in Renji's voice, one can detect that he's annoyed that someone, someone that's as inquisitive as him, called before he can sleep.

"Oh but Renji, I intend to keep this talk short. I don't want this recorded".

("You don't trust your own mother about this? After all, I believe that the subject for tonight is very delicate.")

"I know. Eighty-two percent that Mother will make an attempt. I just wanted to make sure."

("So what brings you to this conversation?")

"Shuuko got mad at me, again." Sadaharu gulped before citing the next batch of words. "And sh-she detected the alcohol."

("Sixty percent probability that she interpreted it as if you were drinking, correct?")

"Hai."

("This is what happens when you try to spike someone's alcohol with your 'juice'. I presume that this is not the real reason for this call?")

"Aa. I want to make sure that you're not regretting about helping me out on 'this'".

("Of course I don't. What made you think that?")

"For precautionary reasons."

("Sadaharu, you're losing your touch. And besides, our mothers seemed quite giddy about doing it. Most certainly yours.")

"Correct. Okaa-san should be, after all…"

("I think we should hang up. Let's continue this after work, shall we?")

"I can't."

("I see. So I'll be expecting more of these phone calls, goodbye then. You don't want your wife to wake up realizing that the 'Sadaharu' she's with is just a bag of potatoes.")

"Yes, somehow I found another purpose for those other than making juice out of those."

("Ja ne.")

"Ja"

Renji hung up and placed the phone back to its cradle. "Sadaharu, a hundred percent that these phone calls will certainly take its toll on our paychecks."

"Was that Sadaharu-kun?" A figure clad in a royal blue kimono approached him.

"K-kaa-san" Renji was startled to see his mother up and walking around the house. "You should be back in bed, you haven't fully recovered yet."

"Oh Renji, you wouldn't expect me to go back to bed after hearing that now, would you? And moreover, I can manage, you're here in case I fall off balance", as proof, she walked up to her son closer. "Don't worry. I'm willing to help them out. I want to return a favor." She turned the opposite direction gracefully. "I better go back now, who knows what or who will be cut in half if Genichirou finds out I'm gone for long."

"I'll help you on the way then." Renji offered to his mother as they went to her room.

Seishun Elementary. Otherwise known as 'Chibi Seigaku'. Not a shabby place to drop your kids for basic education. The place is good, staff and faculty hospitable, and lots of quirky kids who are ever-so friendly. Speaking of kids, there is a particular class, namely class 3-5, where all kinds of kids are. Silent types, bouncy, loud, smart, caring, all of them. Including a very cocky kid named Tezuka Ryoma and a brat carrying the name of Sanada Akaya. Normally, Ryoma's little sister would join him in annoying Akaya whenever possible. But since they're in the middle of a mathematics class, their bout was reduced to throwing paper balls at each other; when the teacher is facing the blackboard of course.

Unfortunately, the class is having a recitation today, so chances of having a paper ball death match are slim.

"Class, recite the multiplication table for the number seven." Their math teacher, Ryuzaki Sumire, announced. "Let's start with Sengoku!"

"H-hai! Seven by one is seven; seven by two is fourteen…" And little Sengoku went on and on "Seven by seven is forty-nine…ooh…Lucky!" until he finished. The rest of math became a haze as Ryoma was slowly getting sleepy. He was yawning per lecture the teachers gave. Why did English have to be that far away in the schedule? He can feel his eyelids heavy and forcing. He can't escape sleep, therefore he succumbed to sleep just as the teacher before English period bid goodbye to the little bunch of kids. All that's left was recess, a dozing Ryoma, and open area for Akaya to pull something off, namely a prank.

Yes, the two were the 'Mischief Deities' for that matter. A few people know how those two can pull off the unimaginable.

'Must be inherited', mused a few of their classmates.

Moving on, oh how Akaya was blessed to be given such an advantageous schedule. He can get to annoy Ryoma at an extended period of time. He was giggling so hard at the multiple thoughts popping in his wee evil mind that he lost track of recess as their English teacher arrived. Sighing, Akaya went back to his seat and began preparing extra pointy paper airplanes to throw at a sleeping Ryoma, without the teacher knowing.

Lunch break and boring classes later, inclusive of paper 'masterpieces'(e.g airplanes, pirate hats, paper balls, loogies) stuck at every student's head, the day ended in a sweep. Ryoma went to the second graders' area of the school to pick Momoko up so they can walk together waiting for their father to show up. As the two were near the school gates, Ryoma can hear voices calling them.

"Oi! Ryoma-kun!" it was Horio. "Want to come with us to watch tennis practice over at the middle school building?" He was waving both of his hands signaling need of attention.

Then there was another voice, just beside Horio, "Momoko-chan! Can you come over to our house later? We're having a tea party! Sakuno-chan will bring pudding!" Tachibana An's voice rang across the school's gate.

Ryoma and Momoko turned around, facing their respective friends, and in sync, they said "No, thanks" to them. Sure, watching Seigaku's tennis is like saying 'welcome to paradise' to Ryoma; and pudding was the next best thing to hamburgersfor Momoko. Ignoring the offers may feel like Armageddon, but they have to follow their mother's instructions if they don't want a real Armageddon to occur. Disappointed faces swept through their friends' faces. When they reached the very school gates, Sadaharu is talking to someone over a nearby telephone booth. They only got their father's final words on the conversation.

"I see. Have you asked permission to Sei-san about the "Tasty's Treat"?"

"Ah. No, I haven't. I still have enough time. I'll go tell them now, it's the right time."

"Mother has her own methods as it seems. Oh, my kids are here. Goodbye now."

"Ii data."

Sadaharu hung up the telephone, looking down on his two children. "So, shall we go then?"

"Tou-san, who were you talking to just then?" Momoko asked, as any kid would've done.

"It was Renji."

"But what's the rest of his family and Obaa-san have to do with your friendly conversation?" Ryoma snorted mockingly, straight to his own father.

Sadaharu's glasses shone scarily at the sunlight. 'It's the right time' "I'll tell you all about it when we walk home. But promise that you will not tell anyone about what I'll tell you. Unless I give you a few names that deserve to know about it." His glasses flashed brighter and his smile grew wider. The kids have no choice but to agree on the terms. Sadaharu need not tell what will come if his children disobeyed him.

"So, shall we walk?" he offered his hand for Momoko to hold on.

"Now where should I start….Ah, it will happen in three days time…" Sadaharu started to spill on his own children, relying on his high probability that these two won't tattle on anyone.

A/N: That was...odd. I hope I haven't made anyone confused. All shall be revealed soon.

What is Sadaharu planning? "Tasty's Treat"? What? You can freely guess on your own what it is! TBC!!

Oh, and to those who've been keeping watch, the second part may take a while for me to post.

R&R, thank you. Flames... I can burn hatemail with those. I'll live.