A Lovely Present: Chapter Five
Lovely Present
I own neither Kung Fu Panda, nor Disturbia (music vid). May be explicit, may not be, depends on your definition. WARNING! If the idea of two people being in love, regardless of species, age, or gender bothers you, DO NOT READ!! You have a back button, STFU and use it. If you don't mind that, then enjoy!
Also, if you like this story, it's all because of Awerewolf. He's the one who made me brave enough to write it, and was wonderful enough to beta it. If there was a way to thank him for all the encouraging things he wrote, it's not one I have the money for, so I hope dedicating this fiction to him and letting him know that his Tai/Po is on its way is enough. Thank you so much for all your kindness and for being you. Rock on!
One more thing, I'm back to school, barely had time to update, so if I'm not on for a few days, please don't go committing sepuku. Thanks. Now, please read, enjoy, and review the final chapter of Lovely Present.
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Ch. 5
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"Dad! Your boyfriend is throwing things at me!" Po shouted from the kitchen.
"Tai Lung! What have I said about hurting my son? Honestly, I can't leave you two alone for three minutes without a disaster occurring!" grumbled Tzu as he waddled into the kitchen, snatching a frying pan from the snow leopard's hand.
"I apologize, Po. I thought you were someone else," relented Tai Lung, bowing his head.
"It's cool, but if you're worried I'll tell about you, don't. If my pop likes ya, you're okay with me, but hurt him and I'll chain you to a wall and let Tigress have at you," Po threatened and a brief shudder ran through Tai Lung's muscular frame.
"Po, don't you have to go to the Palace?" questioned Tzu, shooing his son toward the door as the panda laughed at the absurdity of the situation.
"Alright, alright, I'm going! Good luck, you two! And don't give him all the recipes, he might figure out how to cook!" Po guffawed, dodging a well-aimed lump of rotten tomato thrown by, surprisingly enough, his father.
Jogging off toward the Palace, Po began trying to think of how to apologize.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Po stopped to catch his breath before starting toward the Sacred Peach Tree. Finding the ground beneath its branches empty, Po set off for the Hall of Heroes, but no one was there, either.
Po was at a loss as to where Oogway might have been. He had looked everywhere the old tortoise liked to be, and had found no sign of him anywhere. Deciding to check the master's room before he tried asking directions, Po knocked softly on the aged cedar.
"Come in," a steady voice spoke and Po's heart leapt into his throat. It was Oogway.
Entering the room to see the Grand Master climb down from his staff, Po shifted nervously from foot to foot, ignoring the stretched feeling of his back side, wringing his hands nervously despite the slight pain within them.
"Um, Grand Master Oogway, I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not appreciating what you did for me. I'm sorry for acting spoiled. I'm sorry for hurting you. And, most importantly, I'm sorry for blaming you. Honestly, I was just upset. I wasn't thinking straight. I needed to clear my thoughts, and now I know, beyond any doubt, I love you and, if you still want me, then I'm yours," Po confessed, staring at the floor as if it was going to leap up and start tap dancing at any moment.
Of course, his concentration was broken when a pair of strong, elderly arms wrapped around him, a pair of lips upon his own, kissing their way down to his shoulder, then up to his ear where they whispered, "There's nothing to forgive, I'll always want you."
"Oh, really? Well then, you may have me," Po purred, leading the two toward Oogway's bed.
The tortoise smirked as he found himself lying on Po, soft, furred lips assaulting his neck, and, for the moment, he was content.
After all, yesterday was history, and tomorrow was a mystery, but there and then was most certainly a gift. A lovely present, indeed.