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Zoro and Ushimaru
A green-haired child stood in the middle of a park. He looked unbothered as he tied his shinai with a rope and swung it behind him. With a snack in his hand, he munched on it and looked around. Tilting his head to the side, he was starting to wonder where his father had gone. Walking around, he ignored the shrieks and laughter of other children. He walked towards the exit and saw a familiar face. His face lit up, as he happily started to approach the familiar man.
Ushimaru was just on a stroll with his dog, but he didn’t think he would find his four-year-old grandnephew alone on his own. The old man squatted down to meet the child’s eyes. “Zoro, what are you doing here alone?”
The boy shrugged and approached the old man, leaning his tiny body on the large man’s chest.
“Did you get lost again?”
“No!” the boy pouted. “Dad told me we’re going to the dojo, but he got lost”
The old man sweat drops, remembering his nephew had also inherited his elder sister’s issue with directions. “I see. But the Dojo is in the opposite direction. How did you end up here?”
Zoro raised his shoulders, took his Shinai, and started playing with Onimaru.
Ushimaru let out a sigh, still in disbelief. Thankfully at least, his Sister’s family seems to have good luck that none of their family has gone missing. Holding out a hand for the child, Zoro took it while using his other hand to swing the shinai around.
Zoro and Arashi
“Hey, Zoro, which way is north again?” Arashi asked his son for the second time that day, scratching the back of his head.
The little boy turned his head to his father and then pointed to his left.
"That's my boy" The older man grinned and turned to the right while holding his son’s hand.
They were supposed to be on their way to visit Ushimaru, but the father and son ended up standing and confused in front of a mall—minutes of having a hard time finding their way back. Arashi decided to call his wife, who was now fuming from the other side of the call.
“Can’t help it. The road keeps moving around, and we somehow arrive at the mall”
an hour later, after being told not to move and stay where they are. Zoro could see his mother running towards them.
“How did a 'plan to visit Uncle’s house', which was just a fifteen-minute walk from our house, end up here?” Tera furiously asked, carrying a tired Zoro in her arms. “Heaven’s sake Arashi, you made Zoro walk for almost two hours!”
Guilty, Arashi stayed quiet and listened to his wife’s scolding him for endangering their son and possibly for both of them to go missing. “That’s it, you two will be wearing bracelets with GPS starting today”
Zoro and Tera
“Mama” Zoro shouted from the pond, holding a fish that he caught with his hands. His mother, eyes wide, gasped at his son. On her son's hand was her father-in-law’s prized koi fish.
“Zoro put that down now!” she shouted back, approaching her son with wide steps.
“But I’m hungry” he pouted, releasing his hold around the fish’s tail and allowing it to fall back to the water. Tera, who was now standing close to the pond, reached out her hand to her son. Zoro with his puffed cheeks, held out both his arms, allowing his mother to carry him in her arms.
“I made you your favorite just now, didn’t your Dad give you some?”
Zoro raised a brow and frowned. “But Dad left the house with a plate”
Tera could feel her blood heating, wondering where her no-good husband had gone off to now. Fortunately, it wasn’t long till she saw him again with an unamused Pinzoro by his side.
Later, she couldn’t help but laugh, after hearing her husband had gone to the park instead of going to his son so they could eat by the pond. “I always wonder why I married you” she muttered by Arashi’s side with Zoro sitting on her lap, finally having his fill with onigiri on both hands.
The man felt his cheeks heat and grumbled while accusing the walls of moving around.
Zoro and Pinzoro
A four-year-old stared at his grandfather, eyes only moving when the old man would move his hands. “What’s that?” he finally asked, observing the big jar beside the old man.
Pinzoro let out a silent hush. Drinking from the jar, and wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. “It’s my magic water. Don’t tell anyone”
Zoro nodded in response, approaching his grandfather and sniffing close to the jar’s mouth. “Smells weird”. The old man laughed loudly, messing with his grandson’s hair.
“You’re too young for this water, Zoro”
“No fair”
“Ahh! You’re drinking again!” Pinzoro turned his head to see his wife already walking briskly towards them.
“Grandpa said that it’s magic water,” Zoro beamed. Sitting on the Tatami mat as he watched his grandfather being scolded.
Zoro and Furiko
“Grandma” a green-haired little boy jumped from the swing. Hopping happily as he approached his grandmother. “Why are you here?” he asked curiously, hands clutching on her clothes.
“Well, I wanted to see my cute little grandson. So I came” she chuckled, kneeling to wipe the boy’s face from the dirt.
Zoro pouted and crossed his arms. Huffing as he claimed to be neither of those two. “I’m a big boy. Not cute and little” he grumbled.
Furiko smiled and patted his tiny head. “Is that so?”
“That’s right! I’m four going five” he exclaimed, showing her three fingers.
The old lady chuckled, standing up and offering her hand to her grandson. “Looks like you’re right. Such a smart little boy”
“Hey Grandma, where’s Grandpa?” the boy curiously asked, looking behind her. Hoping to see the old man, but was instead greeted by his Granduncle.
“Ah! It’s old man” he pointed.
Ushimaru sighed from being called just an old man, hoping that at least his grandson would call him grandpa too.
“Now now Zoro. didn’t I tell you to call him Grandpa as well?”
Zoro frowned, tilting his head to the side. “But I already have a grandpa”
“That you do, but Ushimaru is my Little brother. So he is still your grandfather”
Zoro averted his eyes back to Ushimaru, who was starting to feel uncomfortable from his gaze. Minutes later, the four-year-old smiled “Is he stronger than Grandpa?”
The siblings looked at each other and chuckled.
End