1A/N: It looks like there's no more backstory for the Saiou siblings! That means maybe my fics can remain unaltered!

This is like the best news I've gotten in weeks. XD It means I can update this AND get new fics written.

However, this chapter might have a slightly darker tone than the previous ones.

Quick note: I'm calling Saiou's dad by his first name in this fic. Of course, he'd usually be called by his last name, but that would cause some confusion.

Disclaimer: If it's a famous thing, I don't own it. That is all.

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DAMMIT!

Mr. Manjoume had had the perfect plan to just spend time with his family on vacation.

And now, thanks to THEM, it might be ruined!

Well, he had to observe the niceties. That meant being nice to the people in that white limo even though they were all complete lunatics.

Said lunatics were now rolling down the front window on the limo, and...

Wow. This was a new low for the family.

Saiou Ichiro, the fifty-year-old patriarch of one of the oldest families in all of Japan, was in the driver's seat, and...

Well, Shoji's whispered remark summed it up quite nicely.

"Okay, why is that guy wearing underwear on his head and bright pink goggles?"

Mr. Manjoume couldn't help but crack a smile. The candor of children was so refreshing sometimes.

Ichiro glared at Mr. Manjoume.

"Is there something about me you find amusing, by any chance?" he said grumpily.

Mr. Manjoume wanted to say something like that if one is going to be dressed like that, one will be laughed at. However, his wife was glaring at him as if silently telling him to be polite.

So all Mr. Manjoume said was, "Um...no. Why would you think that?"

Some nervous giggling came from the back seat of the limo.

Ichiro immediately swiveled his head around and bellowed, "SHUT UP BACK THERE!"

The laughter immediately ceased.

Mr. Manjoume already had a headache, and the car hadn't even been stopped for two minutes.

He tried to weasel his way out of the inevitable by saying, "Well, it was great seeing you, but I'm afraid we must be heading off, and..."

Ichiro cut him off with a loud, "Nonsense! We must have dinner together! There's a restaurant a few kilometers down the road. We must be polite. Right, Takuma?"

Well, there he went again. Ichiro was a middle-aged man, yet felt the need to ask his five-year-old kid's opinion on any and every subject that was brought up.

Well, at any rate, there was no reply from the back seat.

Ichiro tried again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! You'd better answer!"

Still no answer.

Finally, Ichiro took off his seatbelt, leaned over the back of his seat, and shouted, "ANSWER ME NOW OR THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!"

Finally, a short, quiet reply from the back of the limo.

"But you told us to be quiet."

"I DID NO SUCH THING!"

"Yes you did."

"Stop telling lies!"

"Whatever..."

Just then, Ichiro seemed to belatedly realize that the Manjoume family was in their van watching all of this.

In a slightly more normal tone of voice, he said to Mr. and Mrs. Manjoume, "So...we hope to see you at the restaurant soon."

And with that, he rolled up the window and sped off down the highway.

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As soon as the van had been started back up, Mr. Manjoume said, "Now do you see why I told you all to stay away from them?"

Mrs. Manjoume, as usual, decided to be sentimental.

"But dear...the poor guy's sick. He can't help it. Have some charity."

"Well," replied Mr. Manjoume, "It's his own fault he's sick. He has an advanced case of syphilis, and he knows it. Yet he refuses to get treatment of any kind. And he wouldn't have gotten it in the first place if he hadn't..."

Mrs. Manjoume was shocked.

"I've told you a million times: don't talk about that stuff in front of the children!"

But it was too late. Shoji's curiosity had been awakened.

"What's syphilis?" he asked.

Chosaku opened his mouth, most likely to give all the gory details to Shoji, but was silenced by a glare from his mother.

Just then, they reached the restaurant. Jun was cranky about the fact that he had to leave the car just as he was falling asleep again.

The evil psychotic family from hell apparently wanted to begin the torture immediately, because they were already sitting at a table.

This portent of doom was lost on Mr. Manjoume's wife. All she said was, "Isn't that nice? They found a place for us!"

When they were all seated, Mr. Manjoume snuck furtive glances over at the other family, just to make sure that they weren't plotting anything.

Ichiro still hadn't removed his underwear "hat" and goggles. This attracted him many odd glances from waiters and other tables.

Every time Ichiro caught someone looking at him, he demanded what exactly they all found funny about him. No one dared answer.

Seated next to Ichiro was his wife, who was half Ichiro's age. Mr. Manjoume hadn't even known Ichiro had brought his wife along. She was a woman of few words, most likely because she didn't want to get on her husband's bad side.

The older kid-Takuma, was it?-was immersed in a very thick book that had a title in German. It looked to be one of those Freud books again.

Mr. Manjoume was at a loss to see how a five-year-old could enjoy reading such heavy material. Then again...with that particular family...it sort of made sense.

Finally, the younger kid was sitting at the far end of the table, accompanied by that servant Mrs. Manjoume had met the night before.

Yep, that family was doomed, all right.

And the Manjoumes were doomed due to the fact that they just had to be in their presence.

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Well, at least they got through the night and survived.

Ichiro got drunk and started singing "We are the Champions" in a loud, off-key voice, but not much else of note happened.

It was eerie how quiet those kids were, though.

At the Manjoume table, Jun was acting like a normal kid. His face was messy, he ignored his utensils, and chewed with his mouth open.

It was disgusting, but it was what most kids did.

Not the kids at the other table. Even the younger one had better manners than many adults.

As soon as it was polite, Mr. Manjoume paid the bill and rushed his family out to the van.

The boys had plenty to talk about the rest of the way to the hotel. Despite the age gap, they all thought underwear was the most hilarious concept ever invented, especially underwear that was worn like a hat.

But while plenty of laughter came from the back seats, Mr. and Mrs. Manjoume were absorbed in their own thoughts.

Mr. Manjoume decided right then and there that no group of weirdos would ruin his family's time together.

Hopefully, they wouldn't see Ichiro and company again, and they could put this incident behind them and have fun.

Or at least, that's what Mr. Manjoume fervently hoped.

A/N: Okay, that's one of my goals fulfilled! Now I have to get that new fic up. Fortunately, I think I can get the first part up tonight.