PoT: Meet the Yukimuras 3: Play Date (Yukimura/Mizuki)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Summary: Crack family dramedy starring Yukimura-papa, Mizuki-mama, Akaya-brat, Jackal the nanny, and Sanada the maid. Now with Atobe the ex and his fake family (Oshitari-mama, Hiyoshi-brat, Jiroh-precious, and Gakuto the manny).
The basic makeup of the Yukimura family came several years ago from mithas (who had a chart showing the Yuki-Zuki-Aka-Jackal relationship)... and I want to say luminata cast Sanada as maid but I can't say for sure. I'm just taking the idea and running with it.
← Go Back to Chapter 2: Charity Ball
Chapter 3: Play Date
Mizuki blinked and set down his cup of tea.
"A play date?" he repeated. "But you don't have any children."
Mizuki could practically see Atobe's triumphant smile over the phone line. "I do now. And I thought it'd be quaint if our sons could become friends, seeing as you and I have such a beautiful relationship."
Akaya snuck up on an unsuspecting Yuuta and pushed him into the pool. Yuuta flailed and sputtered as he reemerged from the water while Akaya laughed, running along deckside and stepping on the poor pool boy's fingers when he tried to climb out.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt for Akaya to socialize with other boys his age. But how was he going to convince Yukimura?
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"Out of the question."
"Akaya needs friends."
"He already has friends."
"Hired help doesn't count."
"There's the Tachibanas."
Mizuki's jaw dropped. How could Yukimura be so freakishly informed on every move Mizuki made throughout the day, yet be so unaware when it came to his own son?
"He injured the Tachibana boy so badly he needed to be hospitalized."
Yukimura mulled that over. "That's Akaya's way of playing." You couldn't really blame Akaya for the Tachibana boy's weaknesses. Akaya was younger and smaller... how much harm could he have really done? Mizuki was surely exaggerating for effect, to make a better case.
Mizuki crossed his arms, recognizing that dismissive expression. "The Tachibana girl pushed Akaya down the stairs in retaliation. He could have broken his neck," he stressed.
"Then the Fuji boy--"
"Akaya rendered him temporarily blind, nearly got his knee shattered in return."
Yukimura tapped his fingers together, still not getting what the big fuss was about. Akaya was just fine; his playmates should stop being such attention seeking drama queens. "Boys will be boys."
"And maladjusted misfits grow up to be homicidal maniacs," Mizuki retorted, tired of trying to reason. "There will be a play date and Akaya will learn to play nicely with Keigo's kid whether you like it or not. So there." He stamped his foot for emphasis and stomped out of the room to call back Atobe.
"I'm blaming you if he turns into a spoiled snobby bocchama," Yukimura called after him.
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"Atobe."
"Yukimura. I wasn't expecting you to be here," Atobe frowned.
"It would be rude of me not to stay and greet our guests." Yukimura nodded at the bundle that Atobe was holding. "I'm sure you're aware that kidnapping's against the law," he started conversationally.
Mizuki rolled his eyes and elbowed his husband to the side. "I think introductions are in order, Keigo," he steered the conversation in a friendlier direction. He flashed a smile at the tall, willowy man next to Atobe, sizing him up. Pretty, if you were into the megane look, but no real threat.
"I'm Mizuki Hajime, this is my husband Yukimura Seiichi, and this is our son Akaya."
"....'lo." Akaya said sullenly when Mizuki gave him a sharp nudge.
"Well everyone already knows who I am," Atobe stated self-importantly. "This is my wife Oshitari Yuushi, and these are our sons Jiroh and Hiyoshi."
Jiroh was the sleeping bundle in Atobe's arms. He was absolutely precious, lost in a fluffy wool sweater. Strawberry blond curls peeked out from the hoodie pulled over his head. The hoodie had little ram horns on it.
His older brother Hiyoshi looked to be Akaya's age. In stark contrast to the wild mess that was Akaya, Hiyoshi was fastidiously neat, missing the usual scabs and smudges of dirt that were standard for children his age. He wore a pressed blue jacket and shorts suit and his hair was neatly combed. Bright yellow chicks marched up and down his tie. He was scowling fiercely.
"Akaya, why don't you go show Hiyoshi your toys?"
"Don't wanna," Akaya grouched, clinging to his mother's pants.
"Hiyoshi, don't you want to go play with your new friend?" Atobe said commandingly.
"Not really," Hiyoshi admitted.
Yukimura smiled. "This was a wonderful idea, Atobe," he said breezily without a trace of sarcasm. "I've love to stay but I must be going to work. Unlike some companies with hundreds of employees and figurehead executives, every member of Team Rikkai needs to carry their weight."
Point to Yukimura. But Atobe had the whole day to win the game.
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The older kids were booted to the family room with Jackal to baby-sit. Atobe also offered the services of his own manny that he had brought along.
"Male nanny?"
"Maid-slash-nanny," Atobe corrected.
"Ah." Mizuki nodded in approval as he watched Gakuto bounce off to join the kids. Now that was what a maid should look like, so slim and cute in his uniform, a lacy hairband in his fabulous red hair. Sanada should take notes.
"Why don't I let you two catch up?" Oshitari drawled, as previously planned. He took Jiroh from Atobe and sauntered out, shutting the parlor door behind him to give them privacy.
The rest was up to Atobe. He decided to check up on Gakuto.
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"I'm going to marry my mommy when I grow up."
"That's stupid. You can't do that."
"Yes, I can," Akaya disagreed. Hiyoshi was just jealous because his mommy wasn't nearly as pretty. But then no one was as pretty as Akaya's mommy... he was the prettiest person Akaya knew! His daddy was pretty, too, but it wasn't like he was going to marry his dad. That would be dumb because he was a boy.
"Well, there's no way I'm marrying Oshitari," Hiyoshi said broodingly. "Although I'm going to defeat Atobe and take over his position as head of AtoCorp." He was quite the ambitious lad.
"Your dad's a poopy-head."
"He's not my dad."
"Well, he's still a poopy-head anyway."
"Yeah, he is," Hiyoshi agreed, much to Akaya's surprise.
"Here, you can be first player," he offered generously, hoping Hiyoshi wouldn't select his favorite character.
Hiyoshi looked down at the controller he'd been handed, then dropped it. "Video games are stupid."
"No, you're stupid!" Akaya lunged at the other boy but was grabbed mid-air.
"No fighting!" Jackal scolded.
"He started it," Akaya pouted.
"Did not," Hiyoshi muttered.
The two exchanged dirty looks.
Jackal looked at them helplessly, then turned to the Atobe's manny for assistance. Gakuto was giggling as he squirmed in Oshitari's lap, the two of them whispering in each other's ear, engaged in what was no doubt some game of dirty word play.
Well, it wasn't like his own mistress was terribly discreet when it came to flirting with the help.
Jackal watched in horror as the unsupervised Jiroh-bundle rocked and then started to roll off the sofa.
"Ack!"
He dove and caught Jiroh in a very close save. Unfortunately, this meant that Akaya was free to resume his attack.
"I'm going to destroy you," Akaya said matter-of-factly, not privy to the fact that his opponent was formally trained in the art of kobujutsu while he was not. He was promptly schooled, wild swing easily deflected before he flew through the air to land flat on his back.
"Owww..."
"Gekokujou," Hiyoshi said smugly, planting a foot on Akaya's chest in a victory pose.
"Don't make the brat cry, brat," Gakuto bossed. "Atobe will be mad."
"I'm not crying!" Akaya shrieked, completely humiliated. He got up and ran out of the room.
"Mommy, mommy!" he cried, bursting into the parlor.
"Akaya!" Mizuki quickly shoved Atobe aside and pulled down his shirt. He looked mussed and flushed. "What have I told you about knocking?"
"I hate Hiyoshi. He's mean," he bawled into his mother's lap. "Make him and his whole stupid family go away."
Atobe growled in frustration. The brat had the worst timing ever.
"Maybe you should go," Mizuki suggested, maternal instincts kicking in as he stroked Akaya's back. "We can try this again another time." Atobe wasn't sure what the 'this' was referring to: the children's play date or their own trip down memory lane. In any case, he wasn't about to let a little snag ruin his plans. He had been so close to rounding third base.
"I'm sure this is a misunderstanding," he assured through gritted teeth. Damn that Hiyoshi, the useless brat!
"Come on." Atobe hauled himself up on his feet and towed Mizuki over to the family room, Akaya trotting double steps in order to keep up.
Mizuki raised an eyebrow at the sight of Oshitari and Gakuto making out, but Atobe didn't seem to notice or care.
"Hiyoshi, apologize to Akaya for whatever you did," he demanded.
Hiyoshi folded his arms stubbornly across his chest.
"We had a deal," Atobe reminded.
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes to the side. "I'm sorry I kicked your butt, Akaya," he said sarcastically. "Sissy."
"Gakuto," Atobe bit out, trying to keep his temper in check. "Do something."
Gakuto sighed heavily and extricated himself from Oshitari. "Alright, alright," he grumbled, straightening his skirt before flouncing over to them. He cleared his throat and drew himself up to his full height.
The room was heavy with anticipation as everyone watched, wondering what the manny would do to do to turn the ill-mannered boy around.
Gakuto reached out and smacked Hiyoshi upside the head.
"You hit me. You hit me," Hiyoshi accused, looking more shocked than anything else.
"There's more of that coming if you don't behave," Gakuto promised, shaking his fist at Hiyoshi. "Brat."
To everyone's surprise, Hiyoshi's mouth turned from a stupefied little 'o' into a tentative smile. "I'm sorry, Akaya," he said earnestly as he clung to Gakuto's bare legs. Gakuto patted him absently on the head. "I didn't meant to be a bad guest."
"Hmph." Akaya wasn't going to forgive the other boy so easily.
"Your video games are pretty cool. I have them at home." Hiyoshi leaned in to whisper, "I like to pretend Atobe's the last boss and try to finish him off with a 8-hit air combo."
Akaya couldn't help but smile back at that. "I can do a 12-hit combo," he bragged.
Hiyoshi looked suitably impressed.
"Hey, you want to play a game of steal Sanada's cap? I bet with your cool ninja moves, you can totally take him down while I snatch and run."
"Okay!"
The two frolicked off hand in hand, in search of the maid. Mizuki's heart overflowed with joy at the sight and he was glad he had overridden Yukimura's objections. Childhood friendship was such a beautiful thing.
Atobe smirked beside him. Operation Play Date was a complete success. The afternoon stretched ahead with endless possibilities, and with any luck, Hiyoshi would keep both the brat and the meddlesome maid occupied for the next several hours.
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My favorite chapter yet... Hyotei is much more within my comfort zone. And I always wanted to write a chibi fic. This series is scarily easy to write. O_O
Go On to Chapter 4: Yakuza Dethu! →
Also posted to fanfiction.net
Genre: Humor
Summary: Crack family dramedy starring Yukimura-papa, Mizuki-mama, Akaya-brat, Jackal the nanny, and Sanada the maid. Now with Atobe the ex and his fake family (Oshitari-mama, Hiyoshi-brat, Jiroh-precious, and Gakuto the manny).
The basic makeup of the Yukimura family came several years ago from mithas (who had a chart showing the Yuki-Zuki-Aka-Jackal relationship)... and I want to say luminata cast Sanada as maid but I can't say for sure. I'm just taking the idea and running with it.
← Go Back to Chapter 2: Charity Ball
Chapter 3: Play Date
Mizuki blinked and set down his cup of tea.
"A play date?" he repeated. "But you don't have any children."
Mizuki could practically see Atobe's triumphant smile over the phone line. "I do now. And I thought it'd be quaint if our sons could become friends, seeing as you and I have such a beautiful relationship."
Akaya snuck up on an unsuspecting Yuuta and pushed him into the pool. Yuuta flailed and sputtered as he reemerged from the water while Akaya laughed, running along deckside and stepping on the poor pool boy's fingers when he tried to climb out.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt for Akaya to socialize with other boys his age. But how was he going to convince Yukimura?
-----
"Out of the question."
"Akaya needs friends."
"He already has friends."
"Hired help doesn't count."
"There's the Tachibanas."
Mizuki's jaw dropped. How could Yukimura be so freakishly informed on every move Mizuki made throughout the day, yet be so unaware when it came to his own son?
"He injured the Tachibana boy so badly he needed to be hospitalized."
Yukimura mulled that over. "That's Akaya's way of playing." You couldn't really blame Akaya for the Tachibana boy's weaknesses. Akaya was younger and smaller... how much harm could he have really done? Mizuki was surely exaggerating for effect, to make a better case.
Mizuki crossed his arms, recognizing that dismissive expression. "The Tachibana girl pushed Akaya down the stairs in retaliation. He could have broken his neck," he stressed.
"Then the Fuji boy--"
"Akaya rendered him temporarily blind, nearly got his knee shattered in return."
Yukimura tapped his fingers together, still not getting what the big fuss was about. Akaya was just fine; his playmates should stop being such attention seeking drama queens. "Boys will be boys."
"And maladjusted misfits grow up to be homicidal maniacs," Mizuki retorted, tired of trying to reason. "There will be a play date and Akaya will learn to play nicely with Keigo's kid whether you like it or not. So there." He stamped his foot for emphasis and stomped out of the room to call back Atobe.
"I'm blaming you if he turns into a spoiled snobby bocchama," Yukimura called after him.
-----
"Atobe."
"Yukimura. I wasn't expecting you to be here," Atobe frowned.
"It would be rude of me not to stay and greet our guests." Yukimura nodded at the bundle that Atobe was holding. "I'm sure you're aware that kidnapping's against the law," he started conversationally.
Mizuki rolled his eyes and elbowed his husband to the side. "I think introductions are in order, Keigo," he steered the conversation in a friendlier direction. He flashed a smile at the tall, willowy man next to Atobe, sizing him up. Pretty, if you were into the megane look, but no real threat.
"I'm Mizuki Hajime, this is my husband Yukimura Seiichi, and this is our son Akaya."
"....'lo." Akaya said sullenly when Mizuki gave him a sharp nudge.
"Well everyone already knows who I am," Atobe stated self-importantly. "This is my wife Oshitari Yuushi, and these are our sons Jiroh and Hiyoshi."
Jiroh was the sleeping bundle in Atobe's arms. He was absolutely precious, lost in a fluffy wool sweater. Strawberry blond curls peeked out from the hoodie pulled over his head. The hoodie had little ram horns on it.
His older brother Hiyoshi looked to be Akaya's age. In stark contrast to the wild mess that was Akaya, Hiyoshi was fastidiously neat, missing the usual scabs and smudges of dirt that were standard for children his age. He wore a pressed blue jacket and shorts suit and his hair was neatly combed. Bright yellow chicks marched up and down his tie. He was scowling fiercely.
"Akaya, why don't you go show Hiyoshi your toys?"
"Don't wanna," Akaya grouched, clinging to his mother's pants.
"Hiyoshi, don't you want to go play with your new friend?" Atobe said commandingly.
"Not really," Hiyoshi admitted.
Yukimura smiled. "This was a wonderful idea, Atobe," he said breezily without a trace of sarcasm. "I've love to stay but I must be going to work. Unlike some companies with hundreds of employees and figurehead executives, every member of Team Rikkai needs to carry their weight."
Point to Yukimura. But Atobe had the whole day to win the game.
-----
The older kids were booted to the family room with Jackal to baby-sit. Atobe also offered the services of his own manny that he had brought along.
"Male nanny?"
"Maid-slash-nanny," Atobe corrected.
"Ah." Mizuki nodded in approval as he watched Gakuto bounce off to join the kids. Now that was what a maid should look like, so slim and cute in his uniform, a lacy hairband in his fabulous red hair. Sanada should take notes.
"Why don't I let you two catch up?" Oshitari drawled, as previously planned. He took Jiroh from Atobe and sauntered out, shutting the parlor door behind him to give them privacy.
The rest was up to Atobe. He decided to check up on Gakuto.
-----
"I'm going to marry my mommy when I grow up."
"That's stupid. You can't do that."
"Yes, I can," Akaya disagreed. Hiyoshi was just jealous because his mommy wasn't nearly as pretty. But then no one was as pretty as Akaya's mommy... he was the prettiest person Akaya knew! His daddy was pretty, too, but it wasn't like he was going to marry his dad. That would be dumb because he was a boy.
"Well, there's no way I'm marrying Oshitari," Hiyoshi said broodingly. "Although I'm going to defeat Atobe and take over his position as head of AtoCorp." He was quite the ambitious lad.
"Your dad's a poopy-head."
"He's not my dad."
"Well, he's still a poopy-head anyway."
"Yeah, he is," Hiyoshi agreed, much to Akaya's surprise.
"Here, you can be first player," he offered generously, hoping Hiyoshi wouldn't select his favorite character.
Hiyoshi looked down at the controller he'd been handed, then dropped it. "Video games are stupid."
"No, you're stupid!" Akaya lunged at the other boy but was grabbed mid-air.
"No fighting!" Jackal scolded.
"He started it," Akaya pouted.
"Did not," Hiyoshi muttered.
The two exchanged dirty looks.
Jackal looked at them helplessly, then turned to the Atobe's manny for assistance. Gakuto was giggling as he squirmed in Oshitari's lap, the two of them whispering in each other's ear, engaged in what was no doubt some game of dirty word play.
Well, it wasn't like his own mistress was terribly discreet when it came to flirting with the help.
Jackal watched in horror as the unsupervised Jiroh-bundle rocked and then started to roll off the sofa.
"Ack!"
He dove and caught Jiroh in a very close save. Unfortunately, this meant that Akaya was free to resume his attack.
"I'm going to destroy you," Akaya said matter-of-factly, not privy to the fact that his opponent was formally trained in the art of kobujutsu while he was not. He was promptly schooled, wild swing easily deflected before he flew through the air to land flat on his back.
"Owww..."
"Gekokujou," Hiyoshi said smugly, planting a foot on Akaya's chest in a victory pose.
"Don't make the brat cry, brat," Gakuto bossed. "Atobe will be mad."
"I'm not crying!" Akaya shrieked, completely humiliated. He got up and ran out of the room.
"Mommy, mommy!" he cried, bursting into the parlor.
"Akaya!" Mizuki quickly shoved Atobe aside and pulled down his shirt. He looked mussed and flushed. "What have I told you about knocking?"
"I hate Hiyoshi. He's mean," he bawled into his mother's lap. "Make him and his whole stupid family go away."
Atobe growled in frustration. The brat had the worst timing ever.
"Maybe you should go," Mizuki suggested, maternal instincts kicking in as he stroked Akaya's back. "We can try this again another time." Atobe wasn't sure what the 'this' was referring to: the children's play date or their own trip down memory lane. In any case, he wasn't about to let a little snag ruin his plans. He had been so close to rounding third base.
"I'm sure this is a misunderstanding," he assured through gritted teeth. Damn that Hiyoshi, the useless brat!
"Come on." Atobe hauled himself up on his feet and towed Mizuki over to the family room, Akaya trotting double steps in order to keep up.
Mizuki raised an eyebrow at the sight of Oshitari and Gakuto making out, but Atobe didn't seem to notice or care.
"Hiyoshi, apologize to Akaya for whatever you did," he demanded.
Hiyoshi folded his arms stubbornly across his chest.
"We had a deal," Atobe reminded.
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes to the side. "I'm sorry I kicked your butt, Akaya," he said sarcastically. "Sissy."
"Gakuto," Atobe bit out, trying to keep his temper in check. "Do something."
Gakuto sighed heavily and extricated himself from Oshitari. "Alright, alright," he grumbled, straightening his skirt before flouncing over to them. He cleared his throat and drew himself up to his full height.
The room was heavy with anticipation as everyone watched, wondering what the manny would do to do to turn the ill-mannered boy around.
Gakuto reached out and smacked Hiyoshi upside the head.
"You hit me. You hit me," Hiyoshi accused, looking more shocked than anything else.
"There's more of that coming if you don't behave," Gakuto promised, shaking his fist at Hiyoshi. "Brat."
To everyone's surprise, Hiyoshi's mouth turned from a stupefied little 'o' into a tentative smile. "I'm sorry, Akaya," he said earnestly as he clung to Gakuto's bare legs. Gakuto patted him absently on the head. "I didn't meant to be a bad guest."
"Hmph." Akaya wasn't going to forgive the other boy so easily.
"Your video games are pretty cool. I have them at home." Hiyoshi leaned in to whisper, "I like to pretend Atobe's the last boss and try to finish him off with a 8-hit air combo."
Akaya couldn't help but smile back at that. "I can do a 12-hit combo," he bragged.
Hiyoshi looked suitably impressed.
"Hey, you want to play a game of steal Sanada's cap? I bet with your cool ninja moves, you can totally take him down while I snatch and run."
"Okay!"
The two frolicked off hand in hand, in search of the maid. Mizuki's heart overflowed with joy at the sight and he was glad he had overridden Yukimura's objections. Childhood friendship was such a beautiful thing.
Atobe smirked beside him. Operation Play Date was a complete success. The afternoon stretched ahead with endless possibilities, and with any luck, Hiyoshi would keep both the brat and the meddlesome maid occupied for the next several hours.
-----
My favorite chapter yet... Hyotei is much more within my comfort zone. And I always wanted to write a chibi fic. This series is scarily easy to write. O_O
Go On to Chapter 4: Yakuza Dethu! →
Also posted to fanfiction.net