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Author's Note: Welp, after being gone for a bit of time I've finally got to posting once more. Sadly, there's no new pics yet so in consolation please have a crazy fanfic I've come up with. :) Thanks a lot to 
for proofreading this. ^^
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Running around asking for directions, Tatsuki concluded, was tougher than he thought it would be. He’d tried asking people all morning for directions to his uncle’s home, but every time he did it the person he was asking would look at him nervously while muttering apologies over and over, or tremble and shove a bunch of money in his hands. He had tried giving back the money, but it only seemed to make people run away from him in fear.
Honestly, it was enough to get a dragon depressed.
Sighing, Tatsuki spied a nearby bench and decided a break was in order. He took the huge bag containing his clothes and other essentials off his wide shoulders and propped it on the bench before sitting down himself.
He’d set out on this trip to the city in order to improve his skills as a craftsman after getting permission from his old man. Tappei had mentioned that if Tatsuki was going to the city, then maybe he should stay with his younger brother. Never one to turn down a family reunion, Tatsuki had excitedly called his uncle, who had been quite happy to have his nephew stay over.
Unfortunately, Tatsuki got too distracted by the sights and sounds of the city and before he knew it, he’d wandered off to a part of the city where he couldn’t get his bearings straight. Calling his uncle had been unsuccessful either, with no one answering his calls.
“Gah!” Irritated at his bout of self-pity, the dragon smacked his head and reminded himself not to give up over something as small as this. This wasn’t like him at all, and he was sure his old man would kick his ass if he saw him moping like this. Thoughts of Hiroyuki came to him and brought a smile on his face. He could almost hear his friend cheering him on, and it brought a new sense of energy in him.
Feeling slightly better, Tatsuki stood up and slung his shoulder bag on. He saw an old lady walking by and figured that maybe a kindly grandma wouldn’t be as easy to scare off. Stepping in front of her, Tatsuki began in the most innocent voice he could muster, “Excuse me, granny, but – “
That was as far as Tatsuki got before he heard someone shout.
“Stop right there, villain!”
Before he could turn around, Tatsuki cried out as something hit him on the face with enough force to send him flying down the street. Lying on the ground, he groggily wondered where the monster truck had come from and if he could be allowed to drive one. If he squinted just right, he swore he could see a bunch of winged Chuukichis taunting him.
He got back to his feet shakily, clutching his cheek in pain. He counted himself lucky that he didn’t suffer from a broken jaw or got a few teeth knocked out, but it still hurt. A lot. Furious at whoever hit him, Tatsuki shouted, “Hey! Who the hell d’you think you –“
He stopped. And stared.
“With flowing gold and a heart of justice!”
Tatsuki rubbed his eyes quickly, wondering if he was seeing things correctly. A handsome tiger, a very well-built one at that, was standing in front of him. Even with fur, Tatsuki could make out how chiseled the tiger was. Those muscles were large and looked as solid as granite. Despite his size, everything was well-proportioned and only made the guy look that much hotter. Now he’d seen beefy tigers before (Torahiko and his dad coming to mind), but this one was something…well, to put it mildly, a bit odd.
“With streams of black and strength!”
First off, the guy was posing heroically, the clenched fists and wide-legged stance reminding him of a tokusatsu hero. While that wasn’t too odd, there was the tiger’s costume. Blue gloves, blue boots, red cape, red collar that wouldn’t look out of place in a BDSM dungeon…blue straps wrapped tightly on that broad chest…and a red thong that barely concealed anything…
“With fangs of justice to crush evil!”
Alright, so maybe he shouldn’t stare, but Tatsuki found himself mesmerized by the tiger’s crotch. He couldn’t help it, really, there were only so many lines and curves the body had and the most important one was being displayed so blatantly right now.
“Build Tiger is here!”
The red material looked like it was straining from flashing the tiger’s goods to the world, and the white stripes on the tiger’s thong only helped accentuate the package it was hiding. The outline of the tiger’s bulge was so prominent that Tatsuki swore he could make out the lines of a very plump mushroom glans from this distance. Not to mention those balls looked so big and juicy and made his mouth water.
“Eyes up,” the guy – Build Tiger – snapped.
“Sorry,” Tatsuki said looking the tiger in the eye. He stole a quick glance to make sure the goods were still there but kept eye contact for the most part.
Build Tiger growled and continued, “Harassing an old lady? You Dragon Mafia punks just never learn, do you?”
“Huh?” Tatsuki mumbled with a wandering eye.
“Eyes up!”
Tatsuki shook his head and glared at the strange tiger. “Hey, I dunno any mafia, okay? I was just gonna ask granny for directions!”
“Yeah, right, next thing you’ll tell me you’re just helping out this old lady carry some heavy luggage! I saw you bullying people into giving you money!”
“What? Those guys kept giving me money even when I didn’t want them to,” Tatsuki defended himself. Realizing something, he shouted, “And how did you know those people gave me their money? Are you some kinda stripper stalker?”
“TIGER PUNCH!”
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“Sorry about that.”
“S’okay,” Tatsuki mumbled while holding an ice pack to his cheek. “Guess it was just a big misunderstanding.”
Tatsuki and Build Tiger – or Build, since Build Tiger was quite a mouthful – sat side by side on a bench in a park. After the tiger had punched him, the old lady had stepped in to assure Build that Tatsuki wasn’t harassing her. Embarrassed, Build had apologized and explained to Tatsuki all about his battles with the Dragon Mafia. In return, Tatsuki had explained the reason he was in the city and all about his pitiful attempts at asking for directions.
With that mix-up cleared, Build had offered to help him locate his uncle’s house. The tiger then brought him an ice pack for his face, which Tatsuki was grateful for. Despite his weird attire, Tatsuki thought that Build was an extremely nice person.
“Hey, I see an ice cream truck,” said the tiger. “Lemme just buy you some. Don’t worry about it, I just feel like I haven’t apologized enough.”
Alright, so maybe Build was also a bit of a doormat, Tatsuki concluded, but he was still very nice.
“Here,” the tiger cheerfully said and held out a red-colored popsicle to him while his other hand gripped a similar sweet. “I got us some strawberry-flavored ones.”
“Thanks,” Tatsuki smiled and gratefully accepted.
They both stayed that way for several moments, enjoying their popsicles while talking about trivial things. Tatsuki found himself liking the tiger more and more, thinking that maybe he had made a new friend in this place.
“So you’re training to be a better craftsman?” Build asked him. “Then, why’d you pick this city?”
“Ah, I heard there’s this master craftsman living nearby and I wanna ask him to take me as an apprentice,” Tatsuki explained. “My uncle living around this part is just an added bonus.”
“I see. So what’s this craftsman’s name? Maybe I can help you find where he lives too.”
“Maybe you’ve heard of him before. His name’s Bagelsand,” said Tatsuki.
Almost immediately, Build began coughing and hacking, making Tatsuki think the tiger had choked on his popsicle or something. He tried hitting the tiger’s back a few times, but Build waved him off. “You said his name’s Bagelsand?” the tiger croaked out.
“Yeah. Why? You know him?” Tatsuki looked at his new friend excitedly. “I heard he’s really good at handling wood!”
“Yeah, you could say that,” Build muttered with a blush on his striped face. That made Tatsuki wonder how on earth Build knew the master craftsman. The tiger certainly looked like he was remembering something distasteful.
Before he could ask about it, Build looked at him seriously and said, “Bagelsand’s nice enough, just don’t give him some sake, okay?”
“Oh? So he likes to drink, but hates sake?” Tatsuki grinned, thinking that maybe giving Bagelsand a present might increase his chances of becoming an apprentice. “Awright then! I’ll just give him some other drink as a gift. Maybe whiskey? How about some rum? D’you think shochu’s – “
“NO!” Build shouted in a panic, all the blood draining from his face. “No. Just…no. Whatever you do, don’t give him alcohol.”
“But why?” Tatsuki protested. “It’d make a good gift, and we could also drink together!”
“Just…just trust me on this, okay?” the tiger pleaded, holding his hands together and bowing his head.
Just as he was about to press the tiger for more information, Tatsuki heard the loud revving of engines and looked up to see several black cars surrounding him and his friend. And then, more than a dozen dogs dressed in black masks and body suits showed up, growling at them menacingly. Tatsuki tensed up, thinking that maybe this would be the Dragon Mafia Build was telling him about. Beside him, Build had taken a fighting stance and seemed ready to fight his way through overwhelming odds.
“Damn, Tatsu, you’ve grown into a handsome young man!”
Wait a minute, that voice!
A lone man stepped out of one of the cars, and Tatsuki felt his jaw drop. He’d recognize that dragon anywhere.
“Uncle Woo Long?” he gasped. “What’re you doing here? And why’re you with those guys?”
“Oh, them?” Woo Long gave a careless sweep of his hand towards the dogs, “They’re just my subordinates. And I came to welcome my favorite nephew.” The elder dragon then gave one of his booming laughs. “Although, since you’re with that tiger there, I’m guessing you must’ve already had one hell of a ‘welcome’, hmm?”
Tatsuki looked at Build in confusion, who was staring back with the same expression. “You’re Woo Long’s nephew?” came the tiger’s flabbergasted question.
“Yeah,” Tatsuki nodded, wondering why Build was blushing and why he and his uncle were staring at each other. “Uh, are you and my uncle…together?”
“Heh, I guess you could say that,” his uncle smirked.
“No way! Where the hell did you get that idea?!” the tiger shot back, way too quickly and firmly for it to sound casual. “That guy’s one of the executives of the Dragon Mafia and one of my enemies!”
“Oh?” Woo Long walked over to them, sounding incredibly amused. “I thought we’d be more than that, considering all the fun times we spent together.”
“Fun times, my ass,” Build retorted. “Y-you tricked me into it!”
Tatsuki just blinked in confusion. Seeing Build and his uncle argue reminded him of Juuichi and Torahiko.
“Tricked?” The older dragon leaned forward and grabbed Build’s crotch, much to Tatsuki’s shock. “That’s funny. Your body seems to think differently.”
Alright, so maybe he hadn’t seen Torahiko grab Juuichi’s junk (well, at least not yet), but the dynamic still seemed to be the same.
Perhaps his uncle remembered his presence for Woo Long stopped flirting with the tiger and turned to him. “Tatsu, as much as I’d love to escort you to my home, I have some business to talk about with our friend here. So, I’ll just have my subordinates escort you for now, alright?”
With a snap of his fingers, the older dragon summoned two males by his side. The one on the left was a small mole wearing some weird construction helmet and a drill on his hand. The other male was a deer wearing a monk’s attire.
“You two, make sure Tatsu gets back to headquarters safely. Provide anything he asks for, and wait for me to get back, understand?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Count on me, General Woo Long!”
“Hey, hang on!” Tatsuki protested as the deer took off his bag and ordered some of the masked dogs to carry it. “I still got questions, dammit!”
Turning around to ask his uncle was a serious mistake on his part. Was his uncle Woo Long seriously rubbing Build’s crotch in public? And why did his friend look like he was only putting up a feeble resistance? Tatsuki opened and closed his mouth several times but no words came out.
That distraction proved enough for the mole to grab his hand and drag him into one of the cars. “Please, relax and enjoy the ride, young master.” The mole smiled kindly at him and held out his drill-less hand. “My name’s Ricecake, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Tatsuki-sama.”
As the car started driving away, Tatsuki absentmindedly accepted the mole’s handshake and turned around, looking at the rear window. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw his uncle had bent Build over. “Er, sorry…Ricecake, right? But, uh, will Build be alright?”
“Oh, yes!” the mole helpfully supplied, “General Woo Long doesn’t say it, but he’s really fond of that Tiger for some reason. Please don’t worry about them, young master. General Woo Long will be back in a few hours.”
“Well, okay, I guess,” Tatsuki accepted hesitantly. “And why do you call me ‘young master’? Just Tatsuki is fine.”
The mole shook his head. “I’m sorry, Tatsuki-sama, but that’s too disrespectful! And it’s only fitting that we respect all of General Woo Long’s family members, especially his heir.”
“Oh. Guess that makes sense…wait a minute, ‘heir’?”
“Of course! When General Woo Long told us about you, he mentioned that you asked if you could stay over in order to train. We all thought it meant that you wish to learn from General Woo Long and take over for him someday.”
“What?” Tatsuki yelped in panic. “I didn’t say any of that! I just meant I needed a place to stay at while I’m training to become a better craftsman!”
“Oh…this could be extremely troublesome.”
Tatsuki buried his head in his hands and groaned. Troublesome was right. He’d clear up this misunderstanding with his uncle soon, or he might end up spending an incredibly interesting time in his uncle’s home.
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And thus ends part one. I've got part 2 ready, but just need to have it proofread. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this crackfic of mine. :)
for proofreading this. ^^---
Running around asking for directions, Tatsuki concluded, was tougher than he thought it would be. He’d tried asking people all morning for directions to his uncle’s home, but every time he did it the person he was asking would look at him nervously while muttering apologies over and over, or tremble and shove a bunch of money in his hands. He had tried giving back the money, but it only seemed to make people run away from him in fear.
Honestly, it was enough to get a dragon depressed.
Sighing, Tatsuki spied a nearby bench and decided a break was in order. He took the huge bag containing his clothes and other essentials off his wide shoulders and propped it on the bench before sitting down himself.
He’d set out on this trip to the city in order to improve his skills as a craftsman after getting permission from his old man. Tappei had mentioned that if Tatsuki was going to the city, then maybe he should stay with his younger brother. Never one to turn down a family reunion, Tatsuki had excitedly called his uncle, who had been quite happy to have his nephew stay over.
Unfortunately, Tatsuki got too distracted by the sights and sounds of the city and before he knew it, he’d wandered off to a part of the city where he couldn’t get his bearings straight. Calling his uncle had been unsuccessful either, with no one answering his calls.
“Gah!” Irritated at his bout of self-pity, the dragon smacked his head and reminded himself not to give up over something as small as this. This wasn’t like him at all, and he was sure his old man would kick his ass if he saw him moping like this. Thoughts of Hiroyuki came to him and brought a smile on his face. He could almost hear his friend cheering him on, and it brought a new sense of energy in him.
Feeling slightly better, Tatsuki stood up and slung his shoulder bag on. He saw an old lady walking by and figured that maybe a kindly grandma wouldn’t be as easy to scare off. Stepping in front of her, Tatsuki began in the most innocent voice he could muster, “Excuse me, granny, but – “
That was as far as Tatsuki got before he heard someone shout.
“Stop right there, villain!”
Before he could turn around, Tatsuki cried out as something hit him on the face with enough force to send him flying down the street. Lying on the ground, he groggily wondered where the monster truck had come from and if he could be allowed to drive one. If he squinted just right, he swore he could see a bunch of winged Chuukichis taunting him.
He got back to his feet shakily, clutching his cheek in pain. He counted himself lucky that he didn’t suffer from a broken jaw or got a few teeth knocked out, but it still hurt. A lot. Furious at whoever hit him, Tatsuki shouted, “Hey! Who the hell d’you think you –“
He stopped. And stared.
“With flowing gold and a heart of justice!”
Tatsuki rubbed his eyes quickly, wondering if he was seeing things correctly. A handsome tiger, a very well-built one at that, was standing in front of him. Even with fur, Tatsuki could make out how chiseled the tiger was. Those muscles were large and looked as solid as granite. Despite his size, everything was well-proportioned and only made the guy look that much hotter. Now he’d seen beefy tigers before (Torahiko and his dad coming to mind), but this one was something…well, to put it mildly, a bit odd.
“With streams of black and strength!”
First off, the guy was posing heroically, the clenched fists and wide-legged stance reminding him of a tokusatsu hero. While that wasn’t too odd, there was the tiger’s costume. Blue gloves, blue boots, red cape, red collar that wouldn’t look out of place in a BDSM dungeon…blue straps wrapped tightly on that broad chest…and a red thong that barely concealed anything…
“With fangs of justice to crush evil!”
Alright, so maybe he shouldn’t stare, but Tatsuki found himself mesmerized by the tiger’s crotch. He couldn’t help it, really, there were only so many lines and curves the body had and the most important one was being displayed so blatantly right now.
“Build Tiger is here!”
The red material looked like it was straining from flashing the tiger’s goods to the world, and the white stripes on the tiger’s thong only helped accentuate the package it was hiding. The outline of the tiger’s bulge was so prominent that Tatsuki swore he could make out the lines of a very plump mushroom glans from this distance. Not to mention those balls looked so big and juicy and made his mouth water.
“Eyes up,” the guy – Build Tiger – snapped.
“Sorry,” Tatsuki said looking the tiger in the eye. He stole a quick glance to make sure the goods were still there but kept eye contact for the most part.
Build Tiger growled and continued, “Harassing an old lady? You Dragon Mafia punks just never learn, do you?”
“Huh?” Tatsuki mumbled with a wandering eye.
“Eyes up!”
Tatsuki shook his head and glared at the strange tiger. “Hey, I dunno any mafia, okay? I was just gonna ask granny for directions!”
“Yeah, right, next thing you’ll tell me you’re just helping out this old lady carry some heavy luggage! I saw you bullying people into giving you money!”
“What? Those guys kept giving me money even when I didn’t want them to,” Tatsuki defended himself. Realizing something, he shouted, “And how did you know those people gave me their money? Are you some kinda stripper stalker?”
“TIGER PUNCH!”
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“Sorry about that.”
“S’okay,” Tatsuki mumbled while holding an ice pack to his cheek. “Guess it was just a big misunderstanding.”
Tatsuki and Build Tiger – or Build, since Build Tiger was quite a mouthful – sat side by side on a bench in a park. After the tiger had punched him, the old lady had stepped in to assure Build that Tatsuki wasn’t harassing her. Embarrassed, Build had apologized and explained to Tatsuki all about his battles with the Dragon Mafia. In return, Tatsuki had explained the reason he was in the city and all about his pitiful attempts at asking for directions.
With that mix-up cleared, Build had offered to help him locate his uncle’s house. The tiger then brought him an ice pack for his face, which Tatsuki was grateful for. Despite his weird attire, Tatsuki thought that Build was an extremely nice person.
“Hey, I see an ice cream truck,” said the tiger. “Lemme just buy you some. Don’t worry about it, I just feel like I haven’t apologized enough.”
Alright, so maybe Build was also a bit of a doormat, Tatsuki concluded, but he was still very nice.
“Here,” the tiger cheerfully said and held out a red-colored popsicle to him while his other hand gripped a similar sweet. “I got us some strawberry-flavored ones.”
“Thanks,” Tatsuki smiled and gratefully accepted.
They both stayed that way for several moments, enjoying their popsicles while talking about trivial things. Tatsuki found himself liking the tiger more and more, thinking that maybe he had made a new friend in this place.
“So you’re training to be a better craftsman?” Build asked him. “Then, why’d you pick this city?”
“Ah, I heard there’s this master craftsman living nearby and I wanna ask him to take me as an apprentice,” Tatsuki explained. “My uncle living around this part is just an added bonus.”
“I see. So what’s this craftsman’s name? Maybe I can help you find where he lives too.”
“Maybe you’ve heard of him before. His name’s Bagelsand,” said Tatsuki.
Almost immediately, Build began coughing and hacking, making Tatsuki think the tiger had choked on his popsicle or something. He tried hitting the tiger’s back a few times, but Build waved him off. “You said his name’s Bagelsand?” the tiger croaked out.
“Yeah. Why? You know him?” Tatsuki looked at his new friend excitedly. “I heard he’s really good at handling wood!”
“Yeah, you could say that,” Build muttered with a blush on his striped face. That made Tatsuki wonder how on earth Build knew the master craftsman. The tiger certainly looked like he was remembering something distasteful.
Before he could ask about it, Build looked at him seriously and said, “Bagelsand’s nice enough, just don’t give him some sake, okay?”
“Oh? So he likes to drink, but hates sake?” Tatsuki grinned, thinking that maybe giving Bagelsand a present might increase his chances of becoming an apprentice. “Awright then! I’ll just give him some other drink as a gift. Maybe whiskey? How about some rum? D’you think shochu’s – “
“NO!” Build shouted in a panic, all the blood draining from his face. “No. Just…no. Whatever you do, don’t give him alcohol.”
“But why?” Tatsuki protested. “It’d make a good gift, and we could also drink together!”
“Just…just trust me on this, okay?” the tiger pleaded, holding his hands together and bowing his head.
Just as he was about to press the tiger for more information, Tatsuki heard the loud revving of engines and looked up to see several black cars surrounding him and his friend. And then, more than a dozen dogs dressed in black masks and body suits showed up, growling at them menacingly. Tatsuki tensed up, thinking that maybe this would be the Dragon Mafia Build was telling him about. Beside him, Build had taken a fighting stance and seemed ready to fight his way through overwhelming odds.
“Damn, Tatsu, you’ve grown into a handsome young man!”
Wait a minute, that voice!
A lone man stepped out of one of the cars, and Tatsuki felt his jaw drop. He’d recognize that dragon anywhere.
“Uncle Woo Long?” he gasped. “What’re you doing here? And why’re you with those guys?”
“Oh, them?” Woo Long gave a careless sweep of his hand towards the dogs, “They’re just my subordinates. And I came to welcome my favorite nephew.” The elder dragon then gave one of his booming laughs. “Although, since you’re with that tiger there, I’m guessing you must’ve already had one hell of a ‘welcome’, hmm?”
Tatsuki looked at Build in confusion, who was staring back with the same expression. “You’re Woo Long’s nephew?” came the tiger’s flabbergasted question.
“Yeah,” Tatsuki nodded, wondering why Build was blushing and why he and his uncle were staring at each other. “Uh, are you and my uncle…together?”
“Heh, I guess you could say that,” his uncle smirked.
“No way! Where the hell did you get that idea?!” the tiger shot back, way too quickly and firmly for it to sound casual. “That guy’s one of the executives of the Dragon Mafia and one of my enemies!”
“Oh?” Woo Long walked over to them, sounding incredibly amused. “I thought we’d be more than that, considering all the fun times we spent together.”
“Fun times, my ass,” Build retorted. “Y-you tricked me into it!”
Tatsuki just blinked in confusion. Seeing Build and his uncle argue reminded him of Juuichi and Torahiko.
“Tricked?” The older dragon leaned forward and grabbed Build’s crotch, much to Tatsuki’s shock. “That’s funny. Your body seems to think differently.”
Alright, so maybe he hadn’t seen Torahiko grab Juuichi’s junk (well, at least not yet), but the dynamic still seemed to be the same.
Perhaps his uncle remembered his presence for Woo Long stopped flirting with the tiger and turned to him. “Tatsu, as much as I’d love to escort you to my home, I have some business to talk about with our friend here. So, I’ll just have my subordinates escort you for now, alright?”
With a snap of his fingers, the older dragon summoned two males by his side. The one on the left was a small mole wearing some weird construction helmet and a drill on his hand. The other male was a deer wearing a monk’s attire.
“You two, make sure Tatsu gets back to headquarters safely. Provide anything he asks for, and wait for me to get back, understand?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Count on me, General Woo Long!”
“Hey, hang on!” Tatsuki protested as the deer took off his bag and ordered some of the masked dogs to carry it. “I still got questions, dammit!”
Turning around to ask his uncle was a serious mistake on his part. Was his uncle Woo Long seriously rubbing Build’s crotch in public? And why did his friend look like he was only putting up a feeble resistance? Tatsuki opened and closed his mouth several times but no words came out.
That distraction proved enough for the mole to grab his hand and drag him into one of the cars. “Please, relax and enjoy the ride, young master.” The mole smiled kindly at him and held out his drill-less hand. “My name’s Ricecake, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Tatsuki-sama.”
As the car started driving away, Tatsuki absentmindedly accepted the mole’s handshake and turned around, looking at the rear window. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw his uncle had bent Build over. “Er, sorry…Ricecake, right? But, uh, will Build be alright?”
“Oh, yes!” the mole helpfully supplied, “General Woo Long doesn’t say it, but he’s really fond of that Tiger for some reason. Please don’t worry about them, young master. General Woo Long will be back in a few hours.”
“Well, okay, I guess,” Tatsuki accepted hesitantly. “And why do you call me ‘young master’? Just Tatsuki is fine.”
The mole shook his head. “I’m sorry, Tatsuki-sama, but that’s too disrespectful! And it’s only fitting that we respect all of General Woo Long’s family members, especially his heir.”
“Oh. Guess that makes sense…wait a minute, ‘heir’?”
“Of course! When General Woo Long told us about you, he mentioned that you asked if you could stay over in order to train. We all thought it meant that you wish to learn from General Woo Long and take over for him someday.”
“What?” Tatsuki yelped in panic. “I didn’t say any of that! I just meant I needed a place to stay at while I’m training to become a better craftsman!”
“Oh…this could be extremely troublesome.”
Tatsuki buried his head in his hands and groaned. Troublesome was right. He’d clear up this misunderstanding with his uncle soon, or he might end up spending an incredibly interesting time in his uncle’s home.
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And thus ends part one. I've got part 2 ready, but just need to have it proofread. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this crackfic of mine. :)
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