Hikaru was greeted with a "Watch were you step dear, Akira's mouse got loose" rather than the "Welcome home dear!" he'd been expecting when he'd gotten home from the battlefield.

Sighing because he was too tired to be dealing with anything like this, he trudged into the house that he rarely spent any time at, not even bothering to look where he was going on his way to the bedroom where he intended to flop down on his futon and sleep for a week.

Halfway to the bedroom, there was a crunch as something furry was crushed underfoot, a dying squeak and a shocked exclamation of "Mr. Tibbles!"

"Shit!" Hikaru yelled two seconds later when he found himself dodging the black flames that had shot out of his four year-old son's newly awakened Mangekyo Sharingan.