[FanFiction] Sanada and Tezuka Family, Chapter 4
Author's Note: I'm overslept, so I'm a little late~ But happy Birthday, Marui Bunta (20/04/2011) 8D And usual~ Special thanks for my beta-reader~ love her~!
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IV. Spending Time Together
‘Vacationing with your family is hell’, Haruka noted.
‘I should have made more of an effort to escape before’, she thought as she kicked the sand.
Going to beach isn’t a problem, but going with your…neighbor’s family and yours is. Especially when
it’s so obvious that your father is ogling at your mother.
“Gah, look at him, it’s so embarrassing…” she heard her sister say.
“Talking about a pervert man. Aaah~ I wish Hiro was here.”
“Why don’t you invite him? Mom did tell you so, right?” Bunta asked, licking at her ice cream.
“What do you think? It’s summer vacation, Hiro must have been doing all of his homework.”
“Soooo booooooriiing.”
“If you’re that bored, Bunta, why don’t you two go swimming?” The girls turned their heads at their
neighbor, who was playing in the sand with their little sister since his father was taking care
of his twin siblings.
“What’s this, Renji? You’re still doing baby day-care on your vacation?” Haruka retorted.
Said boy only smiled as he helped put the sand together, “Why don’t you call Hiroshi? I’m pretty sure
he has finished his homework by now.”
At that, Haruka lit up. “The percentage?”
“99.10 percent.”
“You had better not be giving me false data.” And with that, the silver-haired girl ran to her bag to
fish out her cell phone.
“Look, Nii-chan, it’s done!!” Ayaka proudly declared as she showed off her sand-figure of…
“Fu---is it…” Bunta almost dropped her ice cream.
“It looks really nice, Ayaka,” Renji said as he kissed the little girl’s temple, smiling softly.
“Hehehehe~”, Ayaka blushed shyly at the compliment as she gave another glance at her
masterpiece: a sand-figure of her and her crush in wedding dresses.
“What is it, Bunta?” the lad asked softly when said girl gave her a look.
“Figurines of the wedding, Renji? Never know you think soooo far ahead.”
“Oh, I always think ahead. And for your information, I simply helped with putting the sand together,
not with shaping it. Ayaka did all the work.”
“Don’t give me s**t. There’s no way she could make it this nice.”
“Language, Bunta, language. Ayaka is a very creative girl, you know.”
The strawberry-haired girl was about to give another retort but decided against it since she thought
she would sound like her grumbling father, and the least she (and her sisters) wanted to be is to
become like their father.
“Whatever. Just don’t let dad see it. He will go on a Tarundoru rampage.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
Bunta scoffed before getting up.
“Onee-chan?”
“I am going to fill my stomach up; wanna come?”
Renji looked at Ayaka asking if she’s hungry, only to receive eager nods. “Sure.”
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“Eh?? Why, Hi---wait, I can’t hear you clearly? What’s that sound behind??”
“Oh, sorry, Haru. I think it’s the waves.”
“Huh? Waves? Where are you?”
“In the-wait, are you wearing a blue swimsuit?”
“How did you---don’t tell me you went checking my wardrobe the last time you visited my room,”
Haruka said, snickering in amusement.
“Of course not. I was just wondering if it’s really you.”
Wait, since when did Hiroshi’s voice sound this close?
Tap.
The twelve-year-old girl turned abruptly when she felt a hand in her shoulder. Her bespectacled
boyfriend was standing there, smiling as he lowered the cell phone away from his ears.
“Hiro~!!” She immediately flung herself at the boy.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”
“You didn’t tell me you were going to the beach,” her boyfriend replied, raising an eyebrow.
“Oops. I thought you were busy doing your homework, and your parents would be angry if we spent
too much time together.”
“Well, now that I’m here, they can’t say anything, can they?”
“Uhm-hm~ Now we just have to find a way to kick Bunta out of my room…”
“…or you could stay in my room instead.”
Haruka loves it when they both share the same smirks.
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“Couldn’t find any better place to find Sanada, Bunta,” Haruka greeted sarcastically as she sat down
beside her sister in the table. Her sister said something in response but wasn’t quite intelligible with
all the food in her mouth.
“Good to know you two already met each other, Haruka, Hiroshi,” Renji calmly stated as he ate his
meal.
“Why does it sound like you already know we will?”
“You did see me before, didn’t you, Renji?” Hiroshi guessed, fixing his glasses.
“I did. 32 seconds before I told Haruka to call you.”
“Maan~ You could have just tell me. Why all the trouble?”
“It wouldn’t be interesting if I did,” Renji replied simply, a smile plastered on his face.
“Wipe that smile off your face. It irritates me,” Haruka said, annoyed.
“Where are the twins?”
“Dad and Tezuka-san are taking care of them,” Bunta answered, pointing at the two men’s direction,
as Yagyuu’s eyes followed her index fingers.
“…”
The bespectacled brown-haired boy fixed his glasses before looking again.
“……Is it just me or am I seeing your father drooling while staring at your mother, Haru?”
*headdesk*
Haruka and Bunta rubbed their temples, cursing slightly.
“God…could he be more obvious???” Bunta said irritatedly as she shoved more shaved ice into her
mouth.
“That pervert man has to learn some techniques,” Haruka added as she stole her sister’s shaved ice.
“Wait, Haru-nee, that’s mine!!”
“You forgot the rule ‘mine is mine, yours is mine’?” the older girl said, shoving another spoonful of
shaved ice into her mouth.
“There is no such rule!”
“There is! I just didn’t tell you~!”
“Shouldn’t we rescue the twins? Who knows, it maybe can affect their innocence,” Hiroshi said, fixing
his glasses.
“Don’t worry, there’s Tezuka-san there or else there’s no way Mom and Syuusuke-san would feel at
ease leaving them there.”
“Haru-nee is right”, Bunta said, nodding to herself as she ate her yakisoba.
“Anyway, Bunta…”
“Hm?”
“Don’t tell me you ordered all the things in menu.”
“This is indeed…a lot”, Yagyuu said as he scanned all the plates, which amounted to about 10
scattered around all over the table.
“What if I did?”
“Who’s gonna pay all these things?”
“Well, the eldest, duh.”
“Renji, you promised to treat this girl, are you sane??”
“No. I’m pretty sure the one she meant is you, Haruka. Though, I don’t mind paying for Ayaka alone.”
Haruka twitched, did she just hear her childhood friend emphasizing on being discriminative?
“I’m so not paying for this”, the eldest daughter of Sanada stated, raising an eyebrow in annoyance.
“Wha- How mean of you to your sister, Haru-nee,” Bunta said, eyeing her big sister with puppy eyes.
“Why would I spend my allowances on glutton like you?”
“Because I’m your sister?”
Bunta received a pinch as a reply. “You pay with your own money. It’s your fault for being such a
glutton.”
The strawberry-haired girl pouted as she kept eating her meal, “Am not a glutton! I’m simply tasting-
testing the entire menu to see what’s good and how they can be improved~”, she pointed out,
swinging her spoon.
“In that case, Miss…can you please tell us, what do we lack?”
The group was startled when a dark-skinned boy appeared, smiling widely.
Haruka glared at her sister, why does her sister have to have a loud voice like her father anyway?
“Sure”, Bunta was smiling confidently, “first of, the yakisoba…I think it’s better if you put some more
flavour in the sauce…and then…” she began to explain everything as the waiter took notes quietly.
“I’m surprised; Bunta is really good at cooking, huh?” Yagyuu said, looking at his girlfriend’s sister
explaining stuff to the waiter.
“That’s one thing she got from father besides the loud voice,” Haruka scoffed.
“I thought the cooking skill came from your mother.”
The silver-haired girl gave her boyfriend an ‘are-you-kidding-me’ look.
“What she got from Mom is the black hole inside her stomach.”
Tsuzuku.
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Chapter(s): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
IV. Spending Time Together
‘Vacationing with your family is hell’, Haruka noted.
‘I should have made more of an effort to escape before’, she thought as she kicked the sand.
Going to beach isn’t a problem, but going with your…neighbor’s family and yours is. Especially when
it’s so obvious that your father is ogling at your mother.
“Gah, look at him, it’s so embarrassing…” she heard her sister say.
“Talking about a pervert man. Aaah~ I wish Hiro was here.”
“Why don’t you invite him? Mom did tell you so, right?” Bunta asked, licking at her ice cream.
“What do you think? It’s summer vacation, Hiro must have been doing all of his homework.”
“Soooo booooooriiing.”
“If you’re that bored, Bunta, why don’t you two go swimming?” The girls turned their heads at their
neighbor, who was playing in the sand with their little sister since his father was taking care
of his twin siblings.
“What’s this, Renji? You’re still doing baby day-care on your vacation?” Haruka retorted.
Said boy only smiled as he helped put the sand together, “Why don’t you call Hiroshi? I’m pretty sure
he has finished his homework by now.”
At that, Haruka lit up. “The percentage?”
“99.10 percent.”
“You had better not be giving me false data.” And with that, the silver-haired girl ran to her bag to
fish out her cell phone.
“Look, Nii-chan, it’s done!!” Ayaka proudly declared as she showed off her sand-figure of…
“Fu---is it…” Bunta almost dropped her ice cream.
“It looks really nice, Ayaka,” Renji said as he kissed the little girl’s temple, smiling softly.
“Hehehehe~”, Ayaka blushed shyly at the compliment as she gave another glance at her
masterpiece: a sand-figure of her and her crush in wedding dresses.
“What is it, Bunta?” the lad asked softly when said girl gave her a look.
“Figurines of the wedding, Renji? Never know you think soooo far ahead.”
“Oh, I always think ahead. And for your information, I simply helped with putting the sand together,
not with shaping it. Ayaka did all the work.”
“Don’t give me s**t. There’s no way she could make it this nice.”
“Language, Bunta, language. Ayaka is a very creative girl, you know.”
The strawberry-haired girl was about to give another retort but decided against it since she thought
she would sound like her grumbling father, and the least she (and her sisters) wanted to be is to
become like their father.
“Whatever. Just don’t let dad see it. He will go on a Tarundoru rampage.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
Bunta scoffed before getting up.
“Onee-chan?”
“I am going to fill my stomach up; wanna come?”
Renji looked at Ayaka asking if she’s hungry, only to receive eager nods. “Sure.”
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“Eh?? Why, Hi---wait, I can’t hear you clearly? What’s that sound behind??”
“Oh, sorry, Haru. I think it’s the waves.”
“Huh? Waves? Where are you?”
“In the-wait, are you wearing a blue swimsuit?”
“How did you---don’t tell me you went checking my wardrobe the last time you visited my room,”
Haruka said, snickering in amusement.
“Of course not. I was just wondering if it’s really you.”
Wait, since when did Hiroshi’s voice sound this close?
Tap.
The twelve-year-old girl turned abruptly when she felt a hand in her shoulder. Her bespectacled
boyfriend was standing there, smiling as he lowered the cell phone away from his ears.
“Hiro~!!” She immediately flung herself at the boy.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”
“You didn’t tell me you were going to the beach,” her boyfriend replied, raising an eyebrow.
“Oops. I thought you were busy doing your homework, and your parents would be angry if we spent
too much time together.”
“Well, now that I’m here, they can’t say anything, can they?”
“Uhm-hm~ Now we just have to find a way to kick Bunta out of my room…”
“…or you could stay in my room instead.”
Haruka loves it when they both share the same smirks.
-+-+-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+-+-
“Couldn’t find any better place to find Sanada, Bunta,” Haruka greeted sarcastically as she sat down
beside her sister in the table. Her sister said something in response but wasn’t quite intelligible with
all the food in her mouth.
“Good to know you two already met each other, Haruka, Hiroshi,” Renji calmly stated as he ate his
meal.
“Why does it sound like you already know we will?”
“You did see me before, didn’t you, Renji?” Hiroshi guessed, fixing his glasses.
“I did. 32 seconds before I told Haruka to call you.”
“Maan~ You could have just tell me. Why all the trouble?”
“It wouldn’t be interesting if I did,” Renji replied simply, a smile plastered on his face.
“Wipe that smile off your face. It irritates me,” Haruka said, annoyed.
“Where are the twins?”
“Dad and Tezuka-san are taking care of them,” Bunta answered, pointing at the two men’s direction,
as Yagyuu’s eyes followed her index fingers.
“…”
The bespectacled brown-haired boy fixed his glasses before looking again.
“……Is it just me or am I seeing your father drooling while staring at your mother, Haru?”
*headdesk*
Haruka and Bunta rubbed their temples, cursing slightly.
“God…could he be more obvious???” Bunta said irritatedly as she shoved more shaved ice into her
mouth.
“That pervert man has to learn some techniques,” Haruka added as she stole her sister’s shaved ice.
“Wait, Haru-nee, that’s mine!!”
“You forgot the rule ‘mine is mine, yours is mine’?” the older girl said, shoving another spoonful of
shaved ice into her mouth.
“There is no such rule!”
“There is! I just didn’t tell you~!”
“Shouldn’t we rescue the twins? Who knows, it maybe can affect their innocence,” Hiroshi said, fixing
his glasses.
“Don’t worry, there’s Tezuka-san there or else there’s no way Mom and Syuusuke-san would feel at
ease leaving them there.”
“Haru-nee is right”, Bunta said, nodding to herself as she ate her yakisoba.
“Anyway, Bunta…”
“Hm?”
“Don’t tell me you ordered all the things in menu.”
“This is indeed…a lot”, Yagyuu said as he scanned all the plates, which amounted to about 10
scattered around all over the table.
“What if I did?”
“Who’s gonna pay all these things?”
“Well, the eldest, duh.”
“Renji, you promised to treat this girl, are you sane??”
“No. I’m pretty sure the one she meant is you, Haruka. Though, I don’t mind paying for Ayaka alone.”
Haruka twitched, did she just hear her childhood friend emphasizing on being discriminative?
“I’m so not paying for this”, the eldest daughter of Sanada stated, raising an eyebrow in annoyance.
“Wha- How mean of you to your sister, Haru-nee,” Bunta said, eyeing her big sister with puppy eyes.
“Why would I spend my allowances on glutton like you?”
“Because I’m your sister?”
Bunta received a pinch as a reply. “You pay with your own money. It’s your fault for being such a
glutton.”
The strawberry-haired girl pouted as she kept eating her meal, “Am not a glutton! I’m simply tasting-
testing the entire menu to see what’s good and how they can be improved~”, she pointed out,
swinging her spoon.
“In that case, Miss…can you please tell us, what do we lack?”
The group was startled when a dark-skinned boy appeared, smiling widely.
Haruka glared at her sister, why does her sister have to have a loud voice like her father anyway?
“Sure”, Bunta was smiling confidently, “first of, the yakisoba…I think it’s better if you put some more
flavour in the sauce…and then…” she began to explain everything as the waiter took notes quietly.
“I’m surprised; Bunta is really good at cooking, huh?” Yagyuu said, looking at his girlfriend’s sister
explaining stuff to the waiter.
“That’s one thing she got from father besides the loud voice,” Haruka scoffed.
“I thought the cooking skill came from your mother.”
The silver-haired girl gave her boyfriend an ‘are-you-kidding-me’ look.
“What she got from Mom is the black hole inside her stomach.”
Tsuzuku.
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