A/N: Hello! Congrats to all of my followers who clicked on this thinking it was a new story! If you are all still confused, yes, this is The Creative Casanova, but with a name change!

Therefore, welcome to The Trouble with Creativity! I decided to change the title because my grandma told me that a Casanova is a womanizer. I have no idea what I was thinking when I chose the previous title...

I would like to give a big shout-out to Ninjatiger for being the 50th reviewer! Thank you for reviewing, Ninjatiger! I am glad you are enjoying the story!

Now, here is chapter seven! I tried really hard not to make Tigress out of character. This is also my very first time writing Mr. Ping, so I hope he is okay too. Enjoy and don't forget to leave a review, it means so much!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kung Fu Panda.

Chapter Seven: Six Stories

Tigress blinked twice as she opened her sunset eyes. She breathed in deeply, taking in her surroundings. Small rays of light filtered into her room, illuminating her bamboo walls. Judging by the sun, the feline surmised that it was almost six o'clock in the morning. She frowned through her partially opened eyelids, she had slept in late. She usually was awake an hour before the training gong struck to prepare herself for a new day of challenges.

Tigress turned on her left side, it felt odd sleeping in so late, but at the same time it was comforting. She felt calm and tranquil; she couldn't even recall the last time she had such a peaceful slumber. A blanket of procrastination tempted her as she sighed in contentment. For the first time in ten years, Tigress thought it would be nice to be able to sleep in for a couple of hours.

The tiger strained her eyes to keep herself awake. She assumed that napping did not apply to the privileges Master Shifu had given her and her comrades for the week off. There were more important things to be done, such as the creative routine.

With a final sigh, Tigress forced herself off of her red cot, and quickly got ready for the day.

After greeting Master Shifu at exactly six o'clock, Tigress, the Furious Five, and the bodaciously awesome Dragon Warrior headed towards the kitchen to eat a scrumptious breakfast.

Tigress realized that for the first time in weeks, she was beginning to feel like socializing again with her teammates. The feline smiled along with Monkey and Mantis' jokes as she ate a handful of luscious berries and a piece of crisp bread.

Something was starting to feel right, because the tightness in her chest seemed to be disappearing. She surmised that Po's assistance with the form was helping the anxiety of the Ceremonial Festival of the Masters fade away. She grinned a final time and decided to stop worrying about the creative form. The tiger remembered Po telling her that everything was going to fall into place, and she felt with certainty, that Po was right.

While helping clean the kitchen, Master Shifu approached Po and Tigress and asked them to go down to the village to gather some more supplies for the festival. Tigress handed Po a dark colored towel to dry his wet paws with, and examined the list of items. The feline estimated that it would take around half an hour to complete the task.

She removed her attention from the sheet of paper and looked to the red panda before her. "We will return in-" she began, but was suddenly cut off by the giant panda.

"Two hours," Po confirmed hastily. "We'll be back in two hours, Master Shifu."

The Grandmaster raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, confused at his student's jumpy behavior. "Very well then…"

Po wrung his black paws in the air as he hung the brown towel on its proper hook. "Come on, Tigress," he announced quickly. "Let's get going."

Flustered, Tigress gave a little bow to her master and quickly followed Po. She waited until they were descending the one thousand steps to speak. "What was the purpose of that, Dragon Warrior?" she asked slowly.

He waved a paw in the air. "Ah, don't get all upset, Tigress," he said. "I just want us to be able to have time to get the supplies and do our creative activity of the day."

Tigress waited a moment until she nodded back. "Alright, what is the activity?" she replied.

Po chuckled mysteriously. "You'll have to wait and see…"

Half an hour later, the panda and the tiger stood once again in front of a crowded Dragon Warrior Noodles and Tofu. The customers seated at the multiple tables, noticed the two legendary warriors and waved in excitement. Small children hopped up and down in their seats, despite their parent's scolding's, in hope of being recognized by the Dragon Warrior and Master Tigress.

Tigress, who had a crate filled with wooden signs and stakes, looked to Po, "Don't tell me that you are going to make me creatively serve the customers…" she warned.

Po whipped his head around and laughed loudly. "No, Tigress," he chuckled again. "Although that is a very good idea…" he said as he wiggled his eyebrows in the air.

She looked him dead in the eyes. "Don't even think about it…" she glared.

Po simply shook his head, "Follow me," he instructed as he quickly weaved his way through several tables, but stopped every so often to give high-fives to the joyous children.

Tigress glimpsed Po's father, Mr. Ping, busy at the stove. The goose was rapidly chopping a piece of celery into chunks and dropping it into a simmering pot of what seemed to be vegetable soup. As Po walked inside the small kitchen, the feline caught a whiff of the tasty aroma. When she entered the room, the panda quietly closed the wooden door behind him and called out to his father.

The chef, who was humming a melody, jolted into the air and briskly turned around from his concoction, "Oh, Po!" he laughed, wooden spoon in hand. "What a surprise!"

"Hey, dad," Po grinned as he embraced his father. "Master Tigress and I have a little bit of work to do for Master Shifu, and I figured we could come here," he explained.

Mr. Ping smiled at Tigress as he clasped his wings together. "How are you, Master Tigress?" he asked, giving a little bow as he said so.

The warrior gave the crate she was holding to Po and bowed in response. "I am well, Mr. Ping."

The goose nodded back to her as he eyed Po in question. "Well, you two better be off to work…" he said. "Po, I suppose you want to go up to your room where it is nice and quiet, yes?"

The Dragon Warrior shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. Come on, Tigress," he urged as he started up the stairs.

However, before Tigress could set her foot on the step, Mr. Ping suddenly approached her, "Would you like something to drink, Master Tigress?" he squawked cheerfully.

Tigress paused, "A cup of tea would be pleasant," she suggested.

The noodle maker's beak turned right-side up, "One hot tea coming right up!" he announced as he waddled back towards the bubbling pot. "I'll bring you and Po some soup in a bit too…" he added.

The feline smiled as she followed Po up the stairwell. "Your father is very nice, Po," she said. "He is always pleasant to be around."

"Thanks," Po replied. "I think he's pretty cool too."

When they reached the top of the stairs, Po pointed straight and walked down the hallway to his bedroom. He turned the carved knob on the door and opened it for Tigress, "Welcome to my childhood bedroom," he announced.

Tigress was amazed. Po's room, although small for the panda's size, was heavily decorated with posters and action figures, as well as stacks of extra noodle bowls and various trinkets.

A bed made with brown fabric, was slumped in the corner, as if it had broken multiple times over the years from tossing and turning. Above the cot hung the posters of the Kung Fu Masters, posing in action stances.

Tigress studied the portraits of her and the Furious Five, and was stunned. It was very obvious that Po had loved Kung Fu from such a young age, because the room seemed to glisten with appreciation for the art.

In one area of the bedroom, there were many shiny throwing stars scattered close to a child's drawing of an ox's head.

Underneath the posters of the Five was an organized pile of what seemed to be carved wooden swords and staffs. They were standing together proudly as if they were weaponry for a real battle.

Lastly, on the window sill, five intricately carved action figures of her and the Furious Five stood in attack positions. They looked as if they were the centerpiece of the whole entire dormitory. She stepped towards the figurines, and carefully held the smaller version of herself. Po had spoken about his action figures many times in the Jade Palace, but this was the very first time she had seen them. They were in perfect condition, and there wasn't a scratch mark or nick in sight.

It wasn't until Tigress set her action figure down, that she noticed yet another figure in the corner of the window. It was not painted or complete, but the feline could tell that it was supposed to be Po.

She turned around and looked to Po for the first time in minutes. The panda searched her face eagerly, as if looking for approval of his Kung Fu room.

The tiger nodded and pointed at the window, "Did you make the figurines?" she questioned.

"Yes," he replied excitedly. "I was supposed to finish my action figure a couple of weeks ago, but I'm still working on it..." he paused for a second. "Do you like them?"

"They are very impressive."

Po scratched the back of his neck; he usually did it when he was nervous. "You know, you're the first one of the Five to see my room…" he admitted.

Tigress acknowledged her comrades words. "Well, Dragon Warrior," she said as she bowed deeply. "It is an honor to be able to see your childhood room."

He smiled shyly. "Thanks…"

The feline looked down at the wooden floor and spied a stack of scrolls and writing tools. She gestured towards it. "Is that our activity for the day?" she asked.

Po turned around quickly. "Oh yeah, it is!" he exclaimed, remembering why he and Tigress were in his room. "I thought we could write stories today." He explained.

He sat down on the floor and passed a scroll and writing brush to his friend. "I thought that when you do your form, you have to pretend that you are telling a story with your emotions and facial expressions. Like, for example, when you are performing your routine, your moves can tell the story of your first day of training, or something."

Tigress opened her blank scroll. "I understand…" she was getting used to the meaning of Po's ideas, and they were starting to make a lot of sense to her.

"Good!" Po encouraged. "So now, we are going to write down stories! It can be any kind of category, drama, action, auto-biography, or mystery…" he said the word 'mystery' with a spooky tone. "You get to decide!"

Tigress gave him a look. "I'm beginning to get tired of that sentence."

The panda shot a look right back at her. "Well, get used to it," he replied playfully.

Tigress lifted a finger as if to retort, when Mr. Ping entered the room with an overflowing tray full of noodle soup and two glasses of warm tea. The two thanked the goose and watched him leave the room to attend to his customers.

Po took a sip out of his steaming mug. "Let's get writing…"

Tigress agreed as she stirred her soup with a wooden spoon, grasped her ink brush, and began jotting down ideas for a short story.

Within thirty minutes of creating, Po interrupted the mood. "Hey, Tigress, do you know another word for awesome?" he asked. "Because I've used it in the past five sentences…"

The feline directed her attention to Po. "You could use the word incredible, or perhaps amazing," she suggested.

"Awesome…" Po replied as he frantically wrote on the papyrus scroll.

The little goat tossed and turned as he fell deep into another nightmare. The dream that he was having was terrifying. It was a dream of longing, a dream where he was never found.

He stood in his dreamscape, paralyzed as he was forced to choose a bottle of liquid. One glass was blue, where the other jar was red. A voice beckoned him to make a decision, the correct bottle would show him the way out of the maze. The wrong glass would keep him sealed in forever.

But the child needed her, he needed to be soothed and rescued by her. He could not decide, he could not choose. He looked at the beautifully, decorated, sealed walls; they were pieced together as if they used to be a crystal puzzle.

The goat finally shook his little head as the deep voice demanded that he drink one of the bottles, the child had made a decision.

"I will not choose," he said steadily as he braced himself for the worst, the darkness.

Surprisingly, instead of being swallowed up in the voice's black ink as it would happen when he experienced his dream, the boy felt two warm hooves holding him tightly.

The little goat awoke from his nightmare about the evil, to the tender words of his mother. He looked to her as he threw his arms around her body and cried her name.

She came; she had rescued him from his dream. He knew as he whispered three loving words to her, that she would always be there, she would always come to save him from the darkness.

"The end…" Tigress finished quietly.

Po was smiling at her politely, he was impressed. "That was very nice, Master Tigress," he paused. The story seemed to have so much detail that it sounded as if it was a personal story from the heart. But, instead of prying the feline for information, Po simply exclaimed, "I'm trying to figure out how you've never done painting, baking, or writing before, you're a natural!"

Tigress raised her eyebrows as she set down the scroll of her story, "Po, there is no need to over-do the compliments…" she replied sternly.

Po rolled his eyes. "You deserve them!" he protested as the tiger crossed her arms. "Whatever," the panda said. "You're really good and you should know it."

Tigress took a sip of her now lukewarm tea. "Enough about me, Po, let's listen to your stories," she spoke as she reached her to gather Po's compositions.

There were six scrolls with stories inside of them, waiting to be read aloud.

"You made six stories," she stated brightly.

"Six stories!" he replied as he opened the first scroll. "Now, let me tell you an original piece of literature by me…" the panda said as he began his story with a dramatic voice.

Tigress gave a faint smile as she listened intently as her creative helper went on to tell her six different tales.

They were about an intelligent schoolboy, a baker and his son, a forgetful thief, the best salesperson ever, a legendary mahjong tournament, and a panda that had a dream of being a Kung Fu warrior.

All six fables were told dramatically with such emotion, such creativity. And in the end, Tigress enjoyed them all so much, that she didn't give another thought about the creative form for the rest of the day.

A/N: How was that? I feel like the ending was a little off, though... I hope you enjoyed it. I even made that little goat story by myself! I think I'm reading too much Divergent books! :) Please tell me what your favorite part was and how my characters were! Thanks for reading, hopefully I'll have update soon.

Catch you later!