A/N: Consider this a placeholder for what's to come.
I've so much that is nearly ready, "Enemy", "What Could Have Been" "Frenzy" "Runt" "Omen of Change, "By Any Other Name," "Just A Dust Shop," "Till Another Year, "Love bites", Take the Girl, "I Want it All," "Claws," Kill the Boy," No Devils Here and others. I could name the rest -twenty at least- but that would take up more time.
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Lets see if you get the references here...
Minor verbatim from RWBY~!
"Here we go...
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The Best Father
"Show me your hand."
Tyrian flinched, but did as demanded.
He couldn't help himself; he was just a boy after all, barely even seven, really.
His caretaker crouched before him took a moment to inspect his bloody knuckles and exhaled in a breathy sigh. He didn't strike him, didn't condemn him, didn't abandon him. On the contrary, his foster father simply began to bandage his hand with the infinite patience of a man who had seen such before. He could have healed him with that strange golden glow of his, but he didn't.
Probably because they weren't alone.
...aren't you angry?"
Blue eyes rose to meet his. "Should I be?"
He scuffed the ground with a boot. "Maybe...?"
Tyrian almost wanted him to be; anything was better than the silence, the patience, the fact that he never got angry at all..
"Wanna tell me why you punched their lights out?"
Anger stirred in him and he kicked his knee against the bench. "They said terrible things about you! They called you a coward and a weakling! A failure! Atraitor to Atlas!"
His adoptive father tilted his head, whiskered cheeks dimpling in a small smile. "Are any of those things true?"
He winced and directed his gaze down to at the specialist's white coat. "Well, no...
Dad was awesome. He was one of the best Specialists in Atlas. There were rumors that he might be tapped as its General someday.
Tyrian didn't care much about that last bit. Because he'd saved him. Taken him out of the Bad Place.
Naruto nodded, headband glinting in the sun. "There you have it, then."
"So you're not mad?"
"Not as such." The whiskered warrior chuckled. "You gave him a black eye, so I'm sure he's learned his lesson. I would've been angrier if you stabbed that boy with your tail."
The faunus flinched anew, recalling the rush. The anger. It had felt good, knocking those bullies down. "I wanted to."
Here at last, Naruto frowned. "Tyrian, no. You're my son. My son doesn't stab people."
The boy hiccuped once and nodded. "Okay...
A scarred hand tousled his hair. "Good boy. Now, what would you like for dinner?"
"Pizza!"
"Not fish, then?" He laughed. "Your sister will be dissapointed.
Tyrian huffed. "Sienna wants fish everyday!
"Fair enough. Pizza it is, then...
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