As a week passed, and Nagisa was still unsettled by the words the men said that day. She hid it best she could, and even had gone to work the next day.

"Good morning, Tomoya-kun," my wife whispered in my ear.

"Morning, Nagisa," I replied.

This was how almost every morning of my life went. Nagisa woke me up every day with her lovely scent and sweet voice, and usually, Ushio was standing right by our bed, she tapping on Nagisa to wake her up. Luckily, I also usually wasn't awake to hear Nagisa's calm voice (which a tinge of annoyance behind it) command Ushio to go back to bed. Ushio was always an early bird, but today was Sunday, so no kindergarten. But today, it turned out that all my friends from back in high school were free (for once), so in fact, Ushio would be seeing Kyou.

All of the sudden, the doorbell rung. "Already!" I exclaimed. I rushed to get my torso covered, and answered the door. I should've expected it, it was Sunohara Youhei, the now black-haired fool I spent a lot of time with in Highschool. "You idiot! I said 10 o'clock, not 5!"

"Well, if we take 10 and divide it by how many lovebirds there are in this house, then we get 5," Sunohara retorted.

"You haven't changed one bit. When'd you get so good at division?"

"I was discovering the next digit of pi when I was still in my crib."

"I further emphasize my previous comment."

I would've left him outside, but then Nagisa would be upset.

"I'll tell you a little secret, Sunohara. I'm only letting you in because Nagisa would get mad if I didn't."

"Good morning, daddy. Hi, Sunohara-san," my daughter piped up.

"Morning, Ushio!" I replied back with a smile.

"Shio-chan, get back in here!" Nagisa exclaimed from the other room with a chuckle. At the same time, the other Sunohara-san walked through the door, a short woman with black hair. "You, too, Mei-chan?"

"What's with that honorific! I'm nearly out of high school!" she replied.

"Oh, yeah," I said, scratching my head, "You were still in middle school last time I saw you."

Sunohara was amazed at the look of our house. To him, it must have looked great, considering his low income. The downstairs was simple, with a room with a table to eat at, traditional Japanese doors, a small but useful kitchen, and a hall leading off to bedrooms. Nagisa had wanted a green color just like her parent's home.

Eventually, it was 10:00, and our guests started arriving. First to come was Kotomi, the now famous scientist who had found time off from her busy day in America. "Hi, Kotomi," I said. She ignored me and continued to walk through the door. Her hair hadn't changed a bit, and neither had anything but a small growth in height. "Ko-to-mi-chan?" I followed up with. "Oh, hi, Tomoya!" she exclaimed happily. Even a smart woman like her still had her childish tendencies. She gave me hug. "Where's Ushio-chan? I haven't seen her in years!"

"Right here!" Ushio said, coming out of her room, "Who's that, Daddy?"

"That's Ichinose-san. We were in high school together."

"Nice to meet you!"

"Oh, you've already met me. Three years ago," Kotomi replied.

"Huh?"

"You were only two then, you wouldn't've remembered," I added.

"Tomoya!" A voice exclaimed, as a book flew through the door.

"Ah!" I yelled. Kyou and Ryou walked through the door.

"Just waking up old memories. Calm down, Tomoya!" Kyou burst out laughing.

"Fujibayashi-sensei!" Ushio exclaimed, welcoming her kindergarten teacher.

"Kyou, how'd you become a kindergarten teacher with that attitude?" Ryou asked, finally entering.

"Hi, Ryou! How's your nursing study going?" Nagisa asked curiously, just then leaving Ushio's room.

"Oh, hi Nagisa. It's been good, but it's been difficult work!" she replied happily.

Eventually, Tomoyo, the Old Man, and Sanae-san showed up, too.

"[English] How was your time in America, Ms. Ichinose?" Tomoyo asked with confidence and a heavy accent.

"[English] Just fine, thank you," Kotomi replied with nearly accentless English.

"Jee, Kotomi, your English sure is on spot," I exclaimed.

"Well, I've been in America for a few years, and now I can pronounce my L's perfectly!"

"I never had fun with those in English class."

The old man cut in with a quiet unnecessary comment, "Hey, English isn't as bad as my wife's bread," a little smirk appearing on his face.

"Dumbass, your wife is right behind you," I said.

"So, my bread is... so my bread is..." she said, her eyes watering, "WORSE THAN LEARNING THE HARDEST LANGUAGE FOR JAPANESE PEOPLE TO LEARN!?"

She ran out of the house, Akio chasing after them.

"Dad'll never learn, will he?" Nagisa said. Ushio laughed.

We all packed around the small table in the common room. We shared our last three years in detail. We threw in Sanae-san's bread as a bonus to make sure she didn't get upset again. Kotomi had nearly finished recreating and pioneering her parent's thesis; Ryou was coming along a doctor fairly; Kyou told us some comedic kindergarten stories; Akio only told of the weird stuff he did, while Sanae smiled nervously. I almost blew my top off. Tomoyo had gone on to a college to study to become part of the Diet, as she was confident in her ability to sway people after she saved the Sakura trees. Sunohara had been trying to get a promotion, but barely ever got a raise due to his stupidity. Mei-chan... or Sunohara-onnanoko maybe, was nearly out of high school and still trying to keep her brother out of trouble. At one point, she even had to move in with him to keep him from being too told our joyful stories of raising Ushio.

It's funny how time can fly so fast.

Now's time for the fun.

I went into the other room and stood there for 30 seconds, then I came back.

"Hey, Sunohara," I whispered.

"Yeah, Okazaki?"

"A person with a womanly voice just called me to tell me she was outside and waiting for you. She wants to confess her love."

"WOOOOOOH!" Sunohara exclaimed, catching everyone off guard. He sprinted out my door.

"That idiot started stupid and won't get any smarter, will he?" I asked Sunohara-onnanoko.

"When I realized that, I realized that I needed to move in with him to manage his life for him," she said, followed by my laughter, "but there are risks. Once he got drunk and thought I was his girlfriend," she said, then pausing, "I won't dare finish that story."

The night ended splendidly. We wished our friends farewell.

"It makes me so happy to see our friends again," Nagisa said joyfully, simultaneously leaning back into her side of the bed.

"Really gets your mind off things, doesn't it?" I asked.

Her face went pale again.

Damn it, wrong thing to say, idiot.

"Nagisa, tell me what happened."

I believe she must have realized that this was the best, and she slowly but surely started to describe what they said. I took it all in slowly with her.

Now not only did I want to cripple these men, I didn't want them dead... I wanted them to suffer for the rest of their existences.