When You Say "Ours"?

Jing King tiptoed gently into her father's workshop. She looked around. "Are you sire this is a good idea?"

Yin Jing appeared over Jing King's shoulder. "What is there to worry about?" She placed a hand on her hip and looked her yang in the eye. "Besides, unless you have learned to punch through at least stone whole I was not looking, we are going to need to grab some explosives."

Jing King swallowed gently as she approached a set of drawers. "I do not know." She started shuffling through the drawers, looking for fireworks. "It just feels like we are being watched."

"Being watched, you are."

Jing King froze as the lights in the workshop turned on.

Panda King stepped heavily into the workshop. He stared down at Jing King solemnly. "Why, my little Jing, you are in here, however, I do not know."

Jing swallowed a little harder. She stood up and bowed. "Please, father. I meant no offense in trespassing."

"Trespassing?" Panda King held his chin sagely. "While I do not approve of your sneaking in here, my home is your home. I do not see how this is trespassing." He stepped closer to Jing King. "If you wanted to learn how to craft fireworks, however, you could have just asked."
Jing King bowed again. "My apologies, father."

Yin Jing leaned over her yang's shoulder. "What are you doing? Just grab the fireworks and go!"

Jing King looked over at Yin Jing. "I cannot just steal from my father."

"Our father!" Yin Jing gestured back to the open drawer. "Those fireworks are just sitting there, and if you kick off those worthless sandals, there would be no way in the world that our father could catch us!"

Panda King looked down at his daughter curiously. "Jing King, who are you talking to?"

"Fool! Do you not your own daughter!"

Jing King turned to see one of the walls was all mirror. A larger, angrier version of her father stood above them both.

Panda King turned to the mirror. "Yes, I see our daughter here. I do not understand your question."

Yin Jing shut her mouth and smirked coyly. "Oops. Guess the whole gig is blown." She walked over and jumped into the mirror. She turned around and teasingly waved at teasingly at Panda King. "Hey, father."

Panda King stood there wide-eyed. "What is this?"

Jing King shifted her weight uncomfortably, but Yin Jing's smirk grew wider, and she pointed at her yang. "I am her, and she is me. We are Jing King."

Panda King rubbed his templed sorely. "What? How did this happen?"

Yin Panda stomped down angrily. "She is our daughter, and you did not expect this? You fool! I have worried about this day for years!" He turned to the two Jings. "Why are you in here, anyways? You have no business here!"

Yin Jing stuck her tongue out at her father's dark side. "We do too have business here." She giggled and skipped up and down. "We are going to go and bust him out of jail."

Panda King and Yin Panda King both blanched considerably.

Panda King shook his head and breathed in to regain composure. "By him, do you mean him?"

Jing King looked up at her father and shyly nodded.

Yin Panda jumped up and down in fury. "Are you both insane! You have no business going after him! You are our daughter!"

Yin Jing jumped up and clung to the ceiling. "You may be our father, but it was because of you that we have some to this." She frowned and stared imperiously down at Yin Panda. "I am Panda King, and I have a beautiful daughter. However, I am too much of a stick in the mud to ever let my daughter get married."

Yin Panda shook his fists in rage. "How dare you disrespect you father!"

Yin Jing smiled down at her father and stuck her tongue out. "Because I have a sense of humor."

Yin Panda roared and started chasing after his daughter's dark side. Yin Jing just continued to giggle to herself as she crawled around on the ceiling, just out of reach of her father.

Panda King stared down at his daughter. He rubbed the back of his head softly. "So, are you really planning on going after him?"

Jing King bowed again. "I apologize for my stupidity, father."

Panda King slowly reached his massive hand out and patted his daughter gently on the head. "I was not calling you stupid, my little Jing." He took a deep breath. "I am afraid I just do not understand this choice of yours."

Jing King swallowed. "Please, father, I-I," she swallowed again, "I miss him."

Yin Jing stopped and flipped down to the floor. "And can you blame us? He is so dreamy." She sighed and swooned to one side. "He is strong, rich, and has such nice taste in art."

Yin Panda seethed as he towered over Yin Jing. "You are our daughter, and you will listen to us!"

Yin Jing smirked as she ducked under her dark father's lashing arms. She tripped him, flipped him on his belly, stepped on his back, and pulled his arms back and pressed them back on top of him to keep him incapacitated. "I am sorry, old man. What were you saying?"

Jing King held up her hands to her Yin side. "Please, do not hurt him."

Yin Jing grinned as she stepped harder on her father's back. "Do not worry yourself. There is no way I could hurt this giant oaf."

Jing King looked back at her father's yang. "Please, forgive my yin side. I am afraid I do not have full control over her." Sh walked over and hugged him. "You will always be our father."

Panda King held his chin as he looked at the image in the mirror. He sighed heavily. "Well, I suppose I could lend you a couple fireworks."

Yin Panda glared up from his difficult position. "Do not tell me you have become part of this madness!"

Panda King shook his head slowly. "It is as Jing King has said. We shall always be her father, and she will always be our daughter." He looked down at Jing King and returned her embrace. "It is our responsibility to make sure our daughter is happy."

Yin Jing tugged a little harder on her father's arms. "And we are not happy. If you actually thought about us sometime, you might have noticed that we are not happy."

Panda King nodded. "I suppose we just recognized our happiness, never acknowledging what you may have wanted." He took hold of his daughter's shoulders and held her out at arm's length. "But are you sure he will make you happy."

Jing paused before shaking her head. "I am unsure. I have no idea whether I will find happiness with him." She looked up at her father. "But I do know that I am not happy now." She fiddled with her fingers. "I suppose I will have to meet him before I can truly tell."

Panda King nodded. "Than we shall come with you."

Jing King's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

Panda King walked past his daughter and towards the drawers. "If you think he may make you happy, then we will help you find him." He turned to his daughter, holding up a couple large fireworks. "Besides, I have not trained you in the use of fireworks."

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Okay, I wasn't really planning on making any sequels to the previous chapter, but I suppose it felt a little incomplete before. There will be one more chapter after this.

All I can say now is that I like the idea of Tsao/Jing.

Please enjoy and review.