Hey y'all! Ok, I know y'all are mad at me for not updating 'Zoo Caper' I'm trying to come up with a fighting scene. So I need some help. So if someone knows how to write a kick but fighting scene, plz PM me and that would be GREAT! So, I came up with this not very long ago, and I've wanted to publish it. So, since it's like been a pain, I REALLY hope you enjoy this more than I did writing it. So, with that being said, ENJOY! !)

P.S This might have some soap opera related scenes, I couldn't help it.

Disclaimer: If I owned PoM, this would totally be a special. So yeah, cool beans for the people who do. :p

P.P.S I call 'Pripper' fatherly relationship. And I call 'Skivate' a love relationship. So this will be a Pripper.

Confessions

Chapter 1

The Truth

It was a normal day in the Central Park Zoo, well, it was normal until the fight.

Before even Skipper woke up, Private was having strange dreams; dreams involving his parents, last nights were terrible. But the thing that was creepy was that these dreams don't feel like dreams, they feel more like memories. He saw his dad, holding him and yelling at some other penguin. It was all a blur though. Private sat up and hopped off his bunk. He tried to be careful not to wake up his comrades. He climbed up the latter and sat on their concrete surface above their base.

He looked up at the starless sky and after a moment, he saw a shooting star. He gasped and immediately closed his eyes. I wish I could see my parents…please. Private opened his eyes and saw that the sky was turning purple. The sounds of sirens and people talking on their cell phones were heard in the background. In a couple of weeks, he'll be thirteen years of age. He was happy about that; maybe Skipper will finally promote him since he's older. The sun arose and beamed on Private's ruffled feathers. This was a good feeling, those kinds of feelings you don't get a lot. Then the fishbowl slid open, the sound of grinding concrete made Private flinch. A flat headed penguin popped out with a cup of fish Joe.

"Sweet and sour great Danes, I missed the sun rise," he said and saw Private. "Oh, hello soldier, what are you doing up so early?" Skipper said standing next to the youth.

"I could ask you the same thing, Skippah." Private said.

"I do this every morning. Yep, nothing beats a good sun rise with fish coffee." Skipper said sighing. Private wanted to ask his leader how he came to this team, where were his parents, are they alive, who are they? He had asked Skipper this before, but all Skipper says is, 'that's classified soldier'. How could be classified if it's Private's family? Could Skipper be hiding something? It was worth a shot to ask him, I mean he will be a teen right?

"Um Skippah?" Private asked shyly.

"Yes Private?" Skipper said, not even looking at his team member.

"D-do you know w-what happened to my parents?" Private asked, afraid of the answer.

"Private, I told you, it's classified." Skipper said a little annoyed.

"But it's my family, I mean; I'll be thirteen in a couple of weeks. I just feel that I deserve to know." Private said taking a step back. Skipper turned around to face his youngest soldier.

"Private, what's classified is classified!" Skipper yelled. Private didn't say a word; he turned around and went inside the HQ. Kowalski and Rico just got out of bed, groggy and tired.

"What happened up there?" Kowalski asked rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, nothing, the Skippah is just cross with me." Private said looking at the floor.

"What happed?" Rico squawked after a yawn.

"I don't want to talk about it." Private mumbled and walked over to the T.V. Kowalski and Rico exchanged glances and shrugged it off.

Skipper sighed and took another sip of coffee. Why does Private want to know so badly? I took him in, that's all there is to it. Skipper walked back down to the HQ and saw all of his team was occupied by the television. He walked into a secret room, which was located in the classified level fifteen. He saw a picture inside a notebook. He took out the picture and examined it. He held back a tear, in the picture, stood two penguins and a baby penguin. The shorter penguin was Skipper, beside him was another male, holding the baby. The baby was Private. The man holding him was his father, a good man gone bad. Skipper sighed. Skipper came back up to the base, forgetting he was holding the picture. It flew out of his flipper and landed softly on the ground. Private noticed this.

"Oh, Skippah, you dropped something." he said getting up to get it. Skipper turned around and gasped.

"Private! No!" he yelled and launched for the picture, but Private had already picked it up. He ducked the attack and looked at it. Skipper smashed into a wall, he's taught his team to well.

"What is this?" Private asked. Kowalski and Rico got up and looked at the picture too. Skipper snuck up to them and snatched the picture out of Private's flippers.

"Hey!" he squealed. "What was that for?"

"What do you think you're doing taking items that belong to your commanding officer!" Skipper demanded.

"It didn't take it! It fell out of your flippah!" Private yelled back.

"You shouldn't look at it though." Skipper snapped.

"Who were those penguins?" Private asked.

"They're no one." Skipper said turning away.

"Skippah, if something is bothering you then you should tell us. We're here for you." Private said putting a flipper on Skipper's shoulder. Skipper shrugged it off. Private flinched. There was dead silence.

"Is it about me?" Private asked after a while. Skipper said nothing. Kowalski and Rico walked slowly to the ladder.

"Well just leave you two alone for a while." Kowalski said with a nervous smile. Rico whistled a tune and ran up the ladder behind Kowalski.

"Skippah please tell me." Private begged. Skipper didn't say anything. "He's dead, isn't he?" Skipper turned around.

"Who?" he asked.

"F-fathah." Private stuttered.

"God I hope he is." Skipper said.

"Why would you want my fathah dead?"

"Listen Private, this doesn't concern you." Skipper said. "It's-"

"Classified! I get it Skippah! Your whole life is classified, isn't it?" Private yelled.

"Not everything…." Skipper trailed off.

"Then who was that penguin and who was that baby?" Private demanded.

"Okay! That baby was you and the other was-" Skipper stopped himself. Was he really going to tell him?

"Who?"

"Your dad!" Skipper yelled annoyed. "Are you happy now? Your dad didn't want you! I had to take you in!" Private gasped.

"He…didn't want me?" he asked. "But he looks so happy in the picture."

"He was."

"Why didn't he like me then?"

"I've said too much."

"Oh, come now Skippah! Tell me, why didn't he want me?"

"No."

"Tell me!" Private yelled. Skipper's never seen Private so demanding before.

"BECAUSE HE WORKS FOR BLOWHOLE!" Skipper screamed. Private flinched at the outburst. "He was an evil penguin, he didn't want a son, he wanted a minion to help out." Skipper said and turned around, not wanting to look at the sad youth's face.

"So….you kidnapped me?" Private asked after a gasp.

"It was for your own good. It's not like he loved you." Skipper mumbled.

"Oh my gosh." Private said and took a step back.

"I'm sorry you found out this way, I knew you weren't ready for the truth." Skipper said and turned around, but Private had already fled the room. The door was wide open.

"He'll be back." He said. Kowalski and Rico came back down from the fishbowl entrance.

"So, how did it go?" Kowalski asked, trying to act casual.

"He took it pretty hard." Skipper said.

"Ouch." Rico said.

"Alright men, grab some grub and head up top." Skipper ordered.

"But what about Private?" Kowalski asked.

"You know Private; he'll pout for a while and forget about it." Skipper said and grabbed a fish.

"I guess you're right." Kowalski said.

"I always am."

Private wondered around Central Park. Oh, how he was mad, why did his dad turn to the dark side? Why didn't he like him? How does he have a past with Skipper? Private sat down and massaged his temples. Then he heard a noise coming from the bushes in front of him. Private shot up and stood in battle position. A penguin emerged from the bushes. He was about as tall as Kowalski and he has a scar that traveled down his eye. He saw Private and sighed in relief.

"Ah, my boy." He said. Private lowered his position.

"Fathah?"

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