Well, I suppose if no one cares, then I'll just go on sporadically posting at who knows when...

Title: Misunderstandings 4
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...

Jirou continued to pout as he lay sprawled over Atobe's lap on the way to Jirou's home. He was vaguely surprised that Atobe's grandfather hadn't said anything about his habits. Then again, his grandfather had looked more amused than anything at his grandson's situation, so that probably wasn't a good indicator anyways.

He sighed, blowing a puff of air upwards towards his bangs, making them flutter a bit before settling down again. At least his family was all home tonight. He wasn't too sure about how they would react. They knew that he had a tendency to be all over the Atobe heir sometimes, but they didn't know exactly why that was. Well, they were going to find out tonight, whether they wanted to or not.

Then again...he scrunched up his nose. If anything, his family might be more amused at his situation than anything. They'd probably love to see him in a dress and laugh at him. On the other hand, he wasn't the first-born son, so there was nothing to worry about there for inheritances and such, but that didn't mean that they would willingly let him do whatever he wanted with his life. He scowled. This was so frustrating. He leaned into the fingers tangled in his hair a little more, taking comfort in his boyfriend's touch and slowly nodding off.

Atobe had to shake him awake when they arrived, the great limo looking out of place in the more modest neighborhood. Most neighbors had learned to ignore the vehicle by then, however, used to Atobe regularly having to drop off their sleepy neighbor at odd times of the day and night.

"Mmrh?" Jirou lifted his head sleepily. "We're here?" He yawned and stretched as he sat up before following Atobe out and past the chauffeur holding open the door. He ambled over to his front door and fumbled with the keys a little before managing to unlock it.

"I'm home!" Jirou called as he walked into the house.

"Already?!" The voice sounded slightly panicked.

Atobe raised an eyebrow. "I think Mom's working herself into a fit 'cause I told her you were staying for dinner." Jirou explained. "Told her she didn't have to though..." He mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Anyways, I can introduce you and your grandfather to everyone else for now." Jirou grabbed Atobe's hand and began pulling him towards the living room, glancing back every now and then to make sure that Atobe's grandfather was still following.

"Dad! Kaji! Miyoko!" Jirou called as he dragged his boyfriend after him. Skidding to a stop right in front of his father watching the TV, he quickly introduced everyone.

"Dad, Kaji, Mi-chan, this is Keigo and his grandfather...er..." Jirou paused as he looked over at the older man.

"Haru is fine." He chuckled.

"Okay, Grandfather Haru, then! Keigo, Haru-san," Jirou began pointing out the various members of his family. "Kaji, Dad, Mi-chan, and Mom's in the kitchen."

"Not anymore, I'm not." Jirou's mother scolded as she entered the living room. She looked at Atobe. "I hope he hasn't been causing too much trouble this time."

Atobe shook his head. "We're actually here to ask something else, if you have time."

"Of course, of course. Please sit." She waved at the couch against the adjacent wall. Jirou dragged Atobe over to one end and pushed him down before deciding that his Keigo's lap would make a good seat and sat down on it.

"Jirou!" Jirou's mother exclaimed in horror.

"It's fine, Mom."

"Yeah, it's not like they don't always do that at school anyways." Jirou's siblings dismissed.

"We have a guest." She hissed back at them.

Atobe's grandfather laughed. "It's fine. I've seen worse." He said as he took a seat on the other end of the couch. "Now about that issue..."

Atobe cleared his throat. "Yes, well, I suppose we should ask what you think of homosexual relationships?" He directed the question to the four gathered.

They pointedly stared at Jirou sitting on his lap.

"I think that kinda answers your question there." Miyoko pointed out.

"Alright then, what do you think of the idea of dressing up your older brother over there as a girl?" Atobe's grandfather leaned closer to her and pretended to whisper conspiratorially.

Miyoko's eyes gleamed. "We can do that?"

"Well, can you pretend that you've had an older sister, too, all of these years?"

"Sure!"

Meanwhile, Atobe and Jirou stared at the two, dumbstruck. "Well, that was easy." Jirou muttered.

"Wait, wait, wait. How did we get from homosexual relationships to crossdressing Jirou?" Jirou's father stopped the two plotters.

"My mother has given me the option of marrying the blond she saw in my room or a girl of her own choosing. I chose Jirou." Atobe explained.

Jirou's father looked at his son. "And you're fine with this? And wouldn't your mother realize that it's not the same blond?" He asked Atobe.

Jirou shrugged. "I don't wanna give Keigo up to someone else, and considering that I was the blond she caught in the room, I don't think that'll be a problem."

Kaji snorted. "She thought you were a girl? And why were you in his room anyways?" He looked at the two suspiciously.

"I was changing~!" Jirou whined. "She just walked in on me." He scowled.

"Well, be safe."

"Kaji!" Jirou's mother sounded scandalized. Then she shook her head. "So you're going to pretend to be a girl and marry Atobe-san?" She asked Jirou.

"Well..."

"We are not required to marry until the date of our own choosing. Hopefully, by that time, my Mother and Father will have signed over everything to me." Atobe filled in for his boyfriend.

"Then this is just for the next few years then?" Jirou's father asked.

"Just for the party they're hosting next week and whatever occasion required." Atobe said. "We have another set of documents done for Jirou's other identity. We only need you to act as if you had another daughter."

Jirou's parents looked at each other, and then at their son, who was beginning to look a little sleepy.

"Are you sure he can pull this off?" She asked. "He's always so sleepy."

"I can stay awake when I want to." Jirou sleepily announced.

"You're fine with this?" Jirou's father asked Atobe's grandfather.

His grandfather only chuckled. "I've had over half a decade to prepare for this. I received a warning from a little birdy early on before any of this started."

"I can't see Jirou as a girl." Kaji interrupted. They all looked at him. "What, he just doesn't look it."

"Nooooo~!!!" Jirou buried his face in Atobe's shoulder. "I don't wanna~!"

"Jirou." Atobe said, exasperated. "You are going to have to do this sooner or later."

"B-but.."

"What if my parents had invited your family to their little ball?"

Jirou pouted. He couldn't refute that. ".....fine."

Atobe looked at the Akutagawa family. "We'll be back in time for dinner." He said as he stood up with Jirou still clinging onto him. He walked over to the front entrance where several bags lay sitting quietly and picked them up before heading up to Jirou's room.

Everyone watched them in silence until they disappeared from view.

"Man, Jirou's completely pampered."

"Mom, I want a boyfriend like that..."

"Kaji! Miyoko!"

Atobe's grandfather had to laugh at the antics of the younger generation. "So how was..."

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