AN: Man, the amount of attention this thing gets is still amazing. Thanks guys(:

Dinner with the Sawada family was… interesting. To say the least.

Nana-oba-san was such a kind, welcoming, woman; very much the opposite of Tetsuya's mother. Not to say that Nazuna wasn't kind – she just showed it very sparingly. More accurately, she was very sensible and listened to her head more than her heart. Tetsuya had inherited his poker face skills from her; as well as the inclination towards hiding mischief behind it.

"GYAHAHAHA, LAMBO-SAN DOESN'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU, STUPID TAIL-HEAD!"

"BAD LAMBO! NO THROW FOOD!"

"Guys, please…"

Tetsuya smothered the chuckle that wanted to escape. Tsunayoshi's plaintive protests weren't doing a thing to stop the antics of the two children; they didn't even seem to hear him at all. He wasn't quite sure who they were, or where they had come from (Tsunayoshi had been rather vague during the introductions), but they were clearly dear members of the family.

Momoi, who had been chatting enthusiastically with the other pink haired woman, Bianchi (who had also been introduced in the vaguest way possible), caught Tetsuya's eye at that moment. Her lips quirked up, matching the expression that Tetsuya was wearing under his non-expression. This was fun.

"So, Tetsuya-kun, how is Aneki doing? I haven't talked to her for so long…" Nana-oba-san sighed wistfully, chin resting in her cupped palm. A feeling of sympathy arose in Tetsuya's chest. His mother had ignored her younger sister so thoroughly that Tetsuya hadn't even known she existed. Nana herself must have missed Nazuna a lot.

"She's doing well," he sent a small smile in his aunt's direction (in Nana's view, her nephew's pale blue eyes seemed the slightest bit warmer). "Okaa-san and Otou-san are having a lot of fun with their work these days; they always sound very happy whenever I talk to them."

Reborn, the infant who very much didn't act like an infant, tilted his head inquiringly. "Do you not live with your parents?"

Tetsuya shook his head. "Technically, I do, but I also technically don't, really. We live in the same house, along with my grandmother, during the time they're in Japan. It's just that these days, they spend more time out of the country than in it."

Tsunayoshi let out a sound that sounded like a hastily muffled snort. Tetsuya shared a silently knowing look with Momoi. It hadn't been hard for her to discover that Sawada Iemitsu was an extremely absent husband and father. His cousin obviously had issues with the man.

"Mou, Tetsuya-kun, that's so mean of Aneki. Do you know that that's why I haven't heard from her for so long? Because she doesn't approve of Iemitsu and how his job keeps him away from us." The look on his aunt's face wasn't quite irate, but it was certainly a milder form of it. Tetsuya hadn't known her for long, but he found that the expression didn't really suit her. He also couldn't blame her; it was pretty hypocritical of his mother.

Thankfully, a knock at the door dissipated any awkwardness that had been forming. "Oh? Were we expecting any more guests tonight, Tsu-kun?" Nana-oba-san didn't stay long enough to hear her son's hesitant refusal or see the way he squinted suspiciously at Reborn. The infant took no notice, leaning over to join in Momoi and Bianchi's conversation.

There was a moment or two of relative peace – the children were still screaming at each other – before a group of teenagers seemed to explode into the room.

"Jūdaime!"

"Haha! Hi, Tsuna!"

"EXTREEEEEEEME!"

"Hello, Tsuna-kun!"

"Good evening, Bossu."

The look on Tsunayoshi's face was priceless. "G-guys! What are you all doing here?" He squawked, looking back and forth between them with wide eyes. 'Them' being three boys and two girls, all of whom were looking at Tetsuya's cousin with blatant fondness and affection (and something like hero-worship, in one case) in their eyes. His heart warmed seeing it; Tsunayoshi was lucky, to have so many people who cared for him.

Nana-oba-san followed the teens back in, smiling cheerily. "Ne, Tsu-kun, you didn't tell me that your friends were coming over! I would have made more food for everybody…" She seemed to miss Tsunayoshi's protestant denials amid the clamour from his friends, reassuring her that they had all already eaten.

As it seemed dinner was over, Tetsuya and Momoi followed Tsunayoshi and his friends (and Reborn) up to his room, where they all squished in together, not uncomfortably. "Uh, guys," Tsunayoshi started, gesturing loosely at the older teens. "This is my cousin, Kuroko Tetsuya, and his friend, Momoi Satsuki. They're staying here for the weekend."

Smiling on the inside as usual when the younger teenagers collectively jumped in shock at his presence, Tetsuya nodded and Momoi waved, smiling brightly. "It's nice to meet you all!" Momoi said, ever prepared to make friends.

One of the two girls, the one with the tawny hair, smiled back. "It's nice to meet you too! I'm Sasagawa Kyoko, and that's my older brother, Sasagawa Ryohei." She indicated the older boy with the white hair and he grinned at them. "It is EXTREMELY good to meet you!" He roared exuberantly, brandishing his wrapped fists in the air.

"Haha! If we're doing introductions, I'm Yamamoto Takeshi! Welcome to Namimori!" That was the tall boy with black hair and sharp eyes. His smile was friendly, but something about him put Tetsuya a little on edge. What, exactly, he couldn't say.

"My name is Gokudera Hayato. It is an honour to meet Jūdaime's family!" The boy with the long-ish silver hair spoke strongly – and then slammed his head into the table in front of him when he tried to bow sitting down. Tetsuya tilted his head while Momoi sent Tsunayoshi a quizzical look, but the brunet just shook his head resignedly. 'Don't worry about it' his look told them.

Carrying on from the last one with her own sweet smile, the purple-haired girl simply nodded at them. "It's a pleasure to meet Bossu's family. I'm Dokuro Chrome."

Tetsuya wasn't one-hundred percent certain why several of them were addressing Tsunayoshi by titles, but they seemed like good people. Momoi appeared to like them anyway; she was eyeing them the way she did rival basketball teams, with keen interest and a face that Tetsuya knew meant she was taking their bodies apart in her mind.

He wished them all luck; once Momoi got curious, nothing could stand in her way. Tetsuya would know, having been on the receiving end for a few years now. It was probably going to be a very interesting weekend.

Locking gazes with the infant Reborn, who had settled in Tsunayoshi's fluffy hair, Tetsuya felt something like anticipation bubble up deep inside his gut. He wasn't sure why, but his instinct was telling him - that this was going to be fun.

AN: As always, thoughts welcome! And as for recs: Italia, by misminor, because it's hilariously accurate, and The Sky is a Pathetically Broken Limit by Arwana13, which is incomplete but still something that I enjoy reading over and over again.

- Kelly