Hana scowled, squinting at her younger brother's toy. What a juvenile piece of tech. She was already planning modifications to the car, and it was barely out of it's packaging.

"C'mon, Hana," Tadashi whined, trying to reach up and grab it; curse his sister for being so tall! "It's MY birthday present!" He wrinkled his nose at her, frowning as she continued to play keep away.

"This thing isn't even worth your time," she said, pressing her large-frame glasses further up her nose and rolling her eyes. "I don't know what Obasan and Ojisan were thinking…" Tadashi had had enough of this; he didn't care if it didn't fly and shoot lasers and solve world hunger, he just thought it was a cool toy, and was sick of his sister nitpicking everything! His six-year old features scrunched up in anger, and the same moment he stuck his hand out in front of him, the car ripped from Hana's grip, and flew to his palm. His scowl immediately vanished now that he had his toy, and he turned on his heel.

"Thank you!" he sang, giggling as his sister started to give chase.

"Hey, I wasn't done with that!" she called after him. Their sock-feet thumped against the hardwood floors as they zipped around corners, passing their mother and father in the kitchen. Their mother stood from her seat, worried that they were going to run into something, but their father shook his head, laughing.

"Hana, you are 12 years old!" Aria huffed, tired to death of all their squabbling. "Just let your brother enjoy the toy before you mod it to hell and back!"

"I mean, she does have a point," Hiro put in, raising his eyebrows. "I could make one of those in my sleep. I'm sure she could to; it's a weak piece of tech." Aria shot him an exasperated glance.

"Okay, my parents have no idea what's weak or strong or complex or simple, they just wanted to get Tadashi a present." Collapsing back in her chair, Aria shook her head. "Honestly, sometimes I feel like me and Tadashi are the only non-geniuses in the world who can still appreciate the simple things."

"Enjoy that while you can," Hiro said, resting his face in one hand, his elbow on the table. "Wasabi said he's never seen anyone pick up piano quite as quickly as the Mini-Magnet." He wiggled his eyebrows at his wife. "Looks like you're surrounded by us."

"One normal child," she sighed, smiling slightly. "Just one, is that too much to ask?" In reality, she'd always known her kids would take after their father. They'd always been intelligent, even very early on. Hana was speeding through High School almost as quickly as Hiro had, and was already starting to look at SFIT's class catalogue. And Tadashi had been musical since the first day he'd laid his chubby toddler hands on a set of ivory keys. It had just been a happy accident that their son also seemed to have inherited Aria's…abilities.

"Third time's the charm," Hiro said, grinning at her as she slapped his shoulder playfully.

"Why don't you grow one for me in your lab," Aria said, shaking her head.

"Aw, but that leaves out the fun part." Hiro jutted his lower lip out comically, which seemed to amuse Aria to no end.

"No more babies," she said, standing, and kissing his nose. "I've got my hands full as it is. You pretty much count as a third child anyway." She picked up the loose wrapping paper from the table, and carried it to the kitchen garbage. "Plus with Victoria, Kadence and Rolf always over, it's like I have my own little herd of ankle bitters."

"Aw, but Victoria and Kadence are so well behaved," Hiro said, leaning back in his chair to watch his wife through the kitchen doorway. "It's like they aren't even here. And you love it when Honey brings them over."

"That is true." She reached into the fridge and grabbed a soda, tossing one to Hiro as well. "But I could honestly due without Fred and Rolf. It's not that I don't like the kid…but he's always sort of….grimy." She made a face, which caused Hiro to laugh.

"Fred is always sort of grimy too," he said, clicking the pull tab open.

"You'd think the little Miss Priss he got hitched to woulda done him some good, y'know?"

"Ey, whadya gonna do?" Hana and Tadashi made another lap around the house, speeding through the kitchen and dining room one more. This time, though, Tadashi's feet slid on the hardwood, flying out from under him, and he went spinning out under the table. He let out a wail as he fell.

"OW!" he shrieked, coming to a halt, and both Hiro and Aria sprun up to pull him to his feet. "Ow ow ow ow!"

"Hey, you're okay buddy," Hiro said, looking him over and dusting him off. "No broken bones, you're fine!" But of course, this wasn't going to placate the boy, who immediately burst into tears. Hana stood, stunned, seemingly torn between feeling bad, and wanting to escape before her parents could turn their wrath on her.

"It's all Hana's fault!" Tadashi wailed, stabbing his finger at his sister with one hand, while smearing tears on the back of the other. "She wants to break my stuff, all the time!"

"I was gonna make it better," Hana said sheepishly, and Aria looked up at her daughter with the most exasperated look on her face. "Hey, I didn't cause him to slip!"

"You should know better than to be running around the house!" Aria said, shaking her head. "Honestly, I just-!"

"Why don't me and you have a chat," Hiro interrupted, straightening up and walking towards his daughter. Hana didn't look pleased at that prospect, but knew she wasn't in a position to refuse here; it was either be scolded by her mom, or scolded by her dad, and neither was going to be pleasant. At least she knew her dad would understand that she wasn't trying to ruin Tadashi's gift. So she let herself be led out of the room, glancing sadly over her shoulder at her crying brother.

Tadashi was sniffling as they went, cheeks red from anger. Crouching beside him, Aria wiped an errant tear from his cheek, and sighed.

"Will the two of you ever get along?" she asked, honestly wondering if the next 12+ years would be nothing but bickering back and forth. Tadashi, frowned, eyes darting from the ground to his mother's face. He didn't mean to upset her, he'd just wanted to play with his toy, that was all!

"Maybe if Hana stops picking on me!" he huffed, scowling slightly at his sock feet. "It sucks!" At this, Aria's eyebrows flew up her forehead, and she stifled a gasp.

"Tadashi, where did you hear that word?" she asked, as Tadashi immediately recoiled. Aria knew it wasn't the worst word he could have picked up, but still. It definitely wasn't something he'd gotten from her. The boy looked at her sheepishly, and made a face.

"Uh…uh….nowhere," he said, not wanting to indict Auntie Gogo. He'd seen his mother and Gogo bickering before, and knew if he told her where he'd really gotten it from, he wouldn't get to see her as often as he did. But the look on Aria's face told him she wasn't buying it, so he quickly made up a little white lie. "…Uncle Fred said it."

"…Figures." Aria exhaled loudly, resting her head in her hand. She made a mental note to chew Fred out for that later. "That's not a very nice thing to say, you know," she said, standing straight and taking her son by the hand. She led him into the living room, and sat beside him on the couch.

"I'm sorry," Tadashi said. Gosh, he felt like he couldn't do anything right! But when Aria smiled, he relaxed slightly.

"Not your fault Uncle Fred has some screws loose," she said, a hint of a laugh in her voice. She immediately frowned, though, looking serious. "Uh…don't repeat that. That wasn't a nice thing to say either."

"Mommy!" Tadashi laughed at her, his eyes squinty as he smiled wide. But before he could make fun of her for breaking her own rule, Hana reentered the room, followed closely by Hiro. She didn't look as sullen as she had when she'd left.

"Hana's got something to say to you," Hiro told his son, nudging Hana by the shoulder.

"Sorry I tried to mod your truck," Hana said, sounding slightly rehearsed. "I promise to always let you play with stuff at least once before I upgrade it." Aria was not particularly impressed with this apology, but it seemed like enough for Tadashi, who leapt up to retrieve the toy.

"Okay!" he chirped, scooping it up in his arms. "I'm gonna go drive it offa stuff in the yard, wanna come watch?" Hana didn't look super interested in supervising her brother's antics, but with another nudge from her father, she relented and followed the boy down the stairs.

"See?" Hiro said, flopping down on the sofa beside his wife. "It's all butterflies and unicorns now. Am I a great Dad, or am I a great Dad?" Aria smiled and rolled her eyes at him, shoving him slightly.

"No third option?" she asked, and Hiro mimed a shot to the heart.

"You wound me, Aria," he said dramatically, only to fall equally as dramatically to lay in her lap. "So it's only fair you nurse me back to health." He grinned, before puckering his lips.

"What a ham," Aria laughed. Regardless, she bent and picked her husband in return. "But I have to admit, that was a pretty quick talk. Hana's not that easy to get to apologize; what did you say to her?" Sitting back up, Hiro shrugged.

"Oh, siblings shouldn't tease each other so much, fighting never solves anything, ect ect. You know. Typical adult-y stuff." He paused, before shrugging again. "Aaaand…I also promised to buy her her own truck to mod to her heart's content."

"Hiro!"

Aaaand, now it's the end!

It's been a hell of a long time since I posted the last chapter, huh? Haha, I just didn't have the time or willpower to write a little epilogue, but here you go!

So, a few of my reviews were asking if I was thinking of writing a sequel, and to that I say, I don't know. I left this epilogue pretty bland and ambiguous, so that if I were to write a sequel, it would take place before Tadashi and Hana come along, between the main story and this snippet. But honestly, I don't really have any ideas for what the sequel would be about. So if anyone has any suggestions for what they'd want to see in the sequel, or if they want one at all, leave a review with some ideas, and I'll see what I can do!