Work Text:
Fukuzawa had decided long ago that tatsuhiko shibusawa was a strange child.
Be it how he spoke few words, red eyes silently peering around in each room he stood in; searching for something but that something would never be revealed by the small boy until one of his many other habits came to play: hoarding. Shibusawa’s ability had already shown itself in his draconic tendency to relive any room or person of any item that caught his eye, hands deft and nimble as hed pluck the object, then seemingly disappear without a trace.
Each item he had tucked away was unlikely to be seen again by its original owner..unless they brought the small dragon child a new trinket to replace the old, or were willing to part with a few cookies.
Shibu, as fukuzawa often found himself fondly calling the boy, wasn't without his own mischievous streaks though. He could often be found sitting across from fyodor, his partner in crime, exchanging small whispers as they marked out their next plan; be it for cookies or to entirely clear out someone who has wronged them’s room. Fyodor was the only one the small dragon of a child showed any glimmer of sharing with, often giving him a small cut of their reward from the heist, a glint of mischievous glee alight in those usually cold red eyes; a faint smile reaching his face as well.
Those moments were rare, but fukuzawa treasured each one he saw, glad that the child was still in fact able to act as a child should; mischievous if not a little wicked.
Sometimes that little gleam of chaos would be pointed his way, and they never failed to shock him at just how clever the little demon dragon could be. Somedays it ranged from silently watching fukuzawa cook; waiting for the perfect moment to quickly stuff as much as he could into his mouth,rushing off with the smallest jingle of laughter that fukuzawa could almost pass off as the wind..until he catches the barest glimpse of snow white hair.
Other days it was more extreme, born out of emotions that the child couldn't help but express. Hed wake up only to find almost all the goods in his room were taken, a scowling pouting child holding them hostage until fukuzawa relented and handed him a small satchel of cookies; sating his fee. Or be confronted with a red eyed child wailing at his door, tears pouring out of his face as he rushed to grab whatever he deemed comforting to hold; item usually being a fistful of fuzukawas yukata. Hed press his face into the green garment until fukuzawa gently picked him up, holding the pale child to his chest, calmly asking what had upset him so until the truth came tumbling out of still trembling lips and of things that had been ever so cruelly taken from him. Hed stay that way, pressed against fukuzawa until the matter had been resolved, then as calmly as a child who had just been crying their heart out for an hour could muster, ask for him to put him down; rushing off to take stock of his horde once more..though a cookie or two would be displaced, finding itself on fuzukawas desk.
Fukuzawa had deemed him a very odd child, but he was an odd child that had charmed his way into the old man's heart as the others did.