A/N: This chapter will be mostly focused on Jun. It will explain just why his mother is so fond of him. I'll even write some of it in the POV of Jun himself! I hope I'm okay at doing the POV of a two-year-old.

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Iori, the unfortunate soul who had been hired to be Jun's nurse, was already at the end of her rope. That usually didn't happen until around 4 PM on normal days. But today, she had lost her patience with Jun before it was even breakfast time.

The plane would be leaving at nine that very morning, so she had had to wake up Jun earlier than what he was accustomed to. Needless to say, Jun was not happy about this. He had bitten Iori as she was lifting him out of his bed, run away from her while she was trying to change his diaper, and had even tipped over his toy chest! Of course, Iori couldn't make him pick up his own toys. According to Jun's parents, that was too harsh of a punishment for such a sweet, innocent child. So Iori had nearly thrown out her back picking up all the toys, while Jun looked on.

And Jun didn't stop misbehaving when they got downstairs. When Iori's back was turned, he got into a candy dish. That wasn't good. Iori knew from way too much experience that large amounts of sugar made Jun as sick as a dog.

Iori had tried to scold Jun, but had been stopped by Mrs. Manjoume.

"Let him eat what he wants!" she had gushed. After all, he's my little miracle baby!"

Oh no. Not the miracle story AGAIN! Mrs. Manjoume had told it so many times, it had become a running joke amongst the servants. Everyone knew it by heart after two and a half years of hearing it.

Iori had heard a million times about how Mrs. Manjoume had given up hopes of a third child after trying for nearly six years. How she had accepted the fact that, at forty-two, she was too old to conceive. But of course, she HAD conceived, otherwise it wouldn't have been a miracle. Naturally, the conception had happened on a romantic trip to a tropical island.

And then, of course, there was the SECOND miracle. Jun had been born two months early, and had had every preemie health problem imaginable. Everyone had been sure that he would die. He had lived.

Well, that was all well and good for his mother. She didn't have to put up with all the problems that the premature birth had caused. It was Iori who had to take care of all the food allergies; the constant illnesses; the developmental problems.

If you asked Iori, Jun was more a curse than a miracle.

Mrs. Manjoume finally finished telling her story, though. From the looks on the faces of the other members of the family, they were just as sick of the story as Iori was.

They finished breakfast in silence.

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Jun was VERY VERY VERY MAD! Nothing had gone right today!

Stupid Iori had woken him up at the wrong time for NO REASON! He had bitten her. No, he wasn't sorry. She deserved it. Besides, it was always fun to hear her yelp in pain.

Did Jun mention that Iori was stupid? Well, he was mentioning it now.

Not like his mommy. His mommy was nice. She let Jun do whatever he wanted. Too bad he didn't get to see Mommy more often.

Currently, Jun was in the car with his family. His brothers were sitting in the seats in front of where Jun was. They were okay. For now.

Jun tried to think up ways of annoying them, but was distracted by his car seat. He hated his car seat. The uncomfortable straps restrained him, so he couldn't do anything fun.

When he was with Mommy, she let him sit on her lap while she drove. Or she put him into the front seat next to her.

But Iori had forced him into that stupid car seat!

For the millionth time, Jun tried unbuckling the seat belts. For the millionth time, he failed to do so. This was going to be a long day...

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They were on a plane now. Jun wasn't sure where it was going, but that was okay. Jun liked planes. He had been on one a couple months ago, when his mommy had taken him to Hawaii.

Hawaii had been okay, but the plane had definitely been the best part of the trip! The people who brought the food were nice, and the seats were big and soft. Best of all, there was no Iori, so Jun wouldn't have to follow all of her stupid, pointless rules!

Jun reached into his pocket and took out his favorite toy plane. He wasn't allowed to drive the big plane, but he could control this little one! He waved the toy all around, making engine noises. After a few minutes of this, Shoji looked up from that stupid beepy game of his.

He said, "Mother, will you please tell him to STOP MAKING THOSE NOISES? It's distracting me!"

Jun smiled. He liked finding ways to annoy people. It was almost as fun as planes, in fact. So he made his engine noises louder. Finally, Mommy said, "Jun, can you please try to not make those noises as loud?"

Jun simply said, "No!"

His mommy did not press further, and Jun was free to make the engine noises as loud as he wanted.

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Jun amused himself with the toy plane until he realized something. His tummy hurt. That happened a lot, actually. Iori said it was because of "problem foods", whatever those were.

Naturally, Jun had learned a long time ago how to act like his tummy hurt when it really didn't. It was a great way to get extra attention. But this wasn't a pretend tummy ache this time. It was real.

Jun decided to try to distract himself, so he started poking Chosaku. Poke. Poke. Poke. Hey, this was fun!

It was even more fun when Chosaku finally complained. Of course, Jun got his way again.

All Mommy said was, "He's just a baby! He doesn't know better!"

Jun was a bit insulted at being called a baby, but if it let him continue poking, he could tolerate it. Sadly, however, he was soon forced to quit the poking game. His tummy ache was back. And it was worse.

One of the few good things about Iori was that she knew how to fix tummy aches, even when they were bad. But Iori wasn't here...

Jun just sat there, feeling worse and worser, until a stranger across the aisle blurted out, "I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I don't think your youngest kid is feeling too well..."

Mommy leaned over to see for herself. She was wearing a lot of perfume. The overwhelming perfume smell was just too much for Jun's stomach to take. He started gagging.

Then, someone was holding his face over a paper bag, and stuff all got kind of blurry.

When it got unblurry, Jun realized his tummy felt better now. But he was really tired. He put his head on his mommy's lap and dozed off.