When the Spirit Animal characters spend their day with their father.

Once again, a late Father's day special 😂.

-Meilin-
-The General's Daughter-

General Teng paced back and forth in front of a door. He would wince every time he heard his wife screaming in agony, almost wanting to take a peak inside the room himself.

"Any news?" He looked up from his pacing to find his closest aide, General Chin, approaching.

Teng sighed wearily, "None so far."

"Peace old friend," Chin gave him a small smile of reassurance, "All of this will be over soon. You'll finally have a child and be the father you can be."

The General nodded yet still not fully reassured. As excited as he was to have a child, he worried for his wife.

The door opened and the healer walked out, "It's done, General Teng. You may go in."

As soon as the healer had said the last words, he immediately rushed in only to find her wife cradling their newborn in her arms. He swore he'd never seen anything more beautiful, the sun rays landing on them from the window as he approached slowly.

His wife smiled at him, weak yet glowing with happiness. She let him carry his child as he took her in his arms with gentle care. His daughter looked so small and peaceful. So serene-

"Something's happening," Teng suddenly looked up at his wife, her face twisted in pain as the healers in the room gathered around her, "She's losing blood!"

He tried to push through the crowd of healers, trying to get to his wife but one of them began to push him out, an apologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry General, you must go."

"No," Teng roared and forced himself forward, cradling his baby daughter to his chest protectively as he reached his wife's side.

Everything went silent as she uttered her last words, "Plum...jade."

-Years later-

A young Meilin was walking elegantly through the corridors of her house. She wasn't just going on any direction though, she was going to a certain room. As she approached the huge doors that were right in front of her, she could hear the sounds of shouts and sticks banging.

She silently pushed open the door to take a quick peek just in time to find one man fall to the floor with a thump along with two others. Right in the middle, shirtless and sweating as he carried a long staff, was her father. The mighty General Teng.

It didn't horrify her. It actually amazed her to see her father fight. Such skills bestowed upon a warrior could be dangerous yet she wanted to learn.

Her father looked up as she fully entered the room, "Meilin, why have you entered the training room without permission."

She stopped. A mistake she made. She gave a bow, "Forgive me for my mistake father but I couldn't help my curiosity to see for myself."

(A/N: I'm so bad at this XD)

He sighed, "I suppose there's no harm in that."

"Would you like me to escort her back, sir?" One of the soldiers on the ground who had stood up, offered.

"Actually, leave us for now," General Teng said, much to Meilin's confusion and nervousness.

As the soldiers left, Meilin guessed that she was about to get told a long speech from her father about how to properly enter a room-

"I've decided to teach you some defensive moves," her father straight-up told her.

She, of course, was shocked, wondering if she heard right, "Uh, pardon?"

General Teng gave her the slightest hint of a smile, "I'm going to teach you some defensive moves. Though girls in Zhong are not usually trained in combat, I could at least teach you how to defend yourself."

"Father, are you...are you serious?"

"When am I never serious?"

"Good point," Meilin said.

He placed his staff down and beckoned her to stand beside him in which she did.

"Now, let's start with the basics..."

The basics defensive moves soon turned into more advanced fighting techniques. Soon, she was able to master all weapons as the years went by.

And though her father was gone, his memory lives on through her.

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The next story is set in modern times where Tarik is Rollan's uncle.

-Rollan-
-A Father Figure-

Knock. Knock.

Tarik stood in front of his sister's door to her house. She had called for him, needing him to do something for her.

The door opened to reveal a relieved-looking Aidana, "Tarik! There you are."

"Uh you called?"

"Yes. Yes I did," Aidana quickly said, beckoning him to enter the house, "I have a meeting at the school in twenty minutes. You think you can handle watching Rollan for me?"

"What?" Tarik was a Greencloak trainer, not some babysitter.

"It's only for an hour," Aidana said, "Plus, you need to start being an uncle. Reima's about to have hers in a month."

"But-"

"Ah good, thanks brother," Aidana interrupted after receiving a text message, "Gotta go!"

She was soon out the door, closing it in the process and leaving Tarik there. With a sigh, he turned to the house. It was quiet. Too quiet.

"Rollan?" He called as he cautiously entered the living room.

The TV was on, yet there was no sign of the little kid.

"Hey uncle Tarik."

He whirled around, raising his hands in defense only to find his 10-year-old nephew, wearing a grin. He dropped his hands, "Ah, there you are."

"Did I scare you?" Rollan teased, still wearing that grin, "I think I just scared Greenhaven's bravest warrior."

"You did not," Tarik said, "I was just... surprised."

"I surprised Greenhaven's bravest warrior then," Rollan said before slipping past him and plopping down on the couch.

Tarik sat on a single couch.

"What's for dinner?" Rollan asked.

"Nothing," Tarik said.

"When's mom coming back?"

"In an hour."

"Do you like stew?"

"Do you usually ask so many questions?" Tarik sighed in annoyance.

"I'm trying to start up a conversation," Rollan said.

"Stop asking."

"Why?"

"Cause I said so."

"But-" he stopped at Tarik's annoyed glare.

After a couple of seconds, he whined, "Why are you so boring?"

"Why are you so annoying?" Tarik sighed.

"Why are you even here?"

"Cause I have to be here," Tarik began to raise his voice.

"Well next time, don't come if you hate me so much," Rollan fired.

This silenced Tarik to confusion. Hate him? Why would he hate him?

"I don't hate you."

"Yeah right," Rollan rolled his eyes, returning his attention back to the TV, "That's quite hard to believe with your visits. You barely come by, you never even take the time to talk to me and there's mom telling me stories about your adventures as a Greencloak. Saying how 'brave' and 'strong' you were."

Guilt struck Tarik. Aidana had been telling Rollan stories about him?

"I used to think that wearing the cloak was cool," he went on, casting him a glare, "I used to think Greencloaks fought because they care about Erdas. But now...you're just too caught up with saving Erdas that you forget about everything else."

The sad part was...he was kind of right. What had been Tarik's excuse for not coming to family gatherings? I'm too busy. I'm on duty. Something happened. I'm needed here.

But it wasn't because he didn't care. He did care but...maybe he was just jealous. While his sisters were raising a family of their own, he went on to pursue his dreams. But he's been too caught up with his dream to even spend tome with his nephew.

After a few minutes of silence, he got up. Rollan figured he was leaving and he mentally scoffed, 'As always.' What he did next was reach for the remote and turned off the TV.

"Hey, I was watching that," Rollan exclaimed.

"TV time is over," Tarik said, "Change quick. We're going out."

"Where?" His voice was more suspicious than curious but he stood up anyway.

"Change first and you'll see."

- - -

"Where are we going?" He asked again as soon as he had changed.

Tarik walked out the front door, locking it as soon as Rollan got out, "Does ice cream sound nice?"

"I'm 10, old man, not some baby," Rollan said as he followed him to his car, "And i'm getting my Nectar soon."

"You're never too old for some ice cream," Tarik replied, "Even I like it. And i'm not old so don't call me that."

"Alright...old man," Rollan grinned at Tarik's sigh.

He opened the door to the passenger's seat, "Get in."

Rollan's eyes widened, "You're letting me sit at the front?"

"No, i'm just opening the door to let the air in," Tarik answered in sarcasm.

Rollan shot in and Tarik close the door before climbing into the driver's seat in time to hear Rollan say, "Wow. Even mom won't let me sit at the front."

"Why is that?"

"She thinks i'm too young."

"You're never too young," Tarik buckled his seatbelt and started the car, "Wear your seatbelt."

"Do I have too?" He complained, "The thing itches me."

"Seatbelts were made to provide you some protection in case of any accident. And since you're at the front, you're most likely to feel the impact more if we ever crash."

Rollan wore his seatbelt. Tarik hoped he would then understand why his mother refused to let him sit at the front.

As he began to drive, the music started playing and he realized that Rollan had turned on the radio.

Tarik turned off the radio making Rollan sigh, "Aw come on. It was a good song."

"Only the driver has complete control of the radio," Tarik said.

"If you have complete control, then why can I do this?" Rollan turned on the radio once more.

He turned it off, "I can still turn it off."

"Do you not like music?" Rollan asked, turning it on much to Tarik's annoyance, "Or are you too old for it, old man?"

"I'm not too old for music," Tarik said, turning it off, "I just prefer it off. I like my peace and quiet time in the car."

Rollan shook his head, "Now now, Tarik. The radio was made to provide entertainment for the driver whenever he or she is about to sleep on the road. Are you really just going to waste the time to have fun and let the radio drown into its sorrows in silence?"

"Are you kidding me?" Tarik mumbled but finally turned on the radio. He soon found himself smiling slightly as Rollan began to do some weird funny moves with his arms.

- - -

"I'd like the cookies and cream flavored ice cream on a cone," Rollan was already ordering, "Some sprinkles would be good too."

The ice cream guy looked amused before looking at Tarik, "Alright and you?"

"I'll take the vanilla," Tarik answered.

"Vanilla?" Rollan exclaimed, "Why would you want vanilla? They're so plain and boring!"

"They're not bad," Tarik protested.

"They're boring," Rollan said, "Like you."

"Ah stop questioning my choice of ice cream flavors," Tarik remarked.

The ice cream guy let out a small chuckle before getting to work. After a couple of minutes, he handed them their cones, "One cookies and cream for the boy and one vanilla for the father."

"Uh he's not my son," Tarik said as they both took their ice creams, quite surprised the man assumed that.

"Oh sorry 'bout that," ice cream guy rubbed the back of his neck, "You two kinda look alike."

"He's my uncle," Rollan informed him before taking a lick at his ice cream.

As the two left with their ice creams, arguing about Tarik not having any toppings, the ice cream guy thought, 'They seemed like father and son.'

- - -

Half an hour later, Aidana arrived back home surprised to find that Tarik and Rollan had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on and running.

- - -

School's finally over and it's officially summer break for me! I'll have more time to update meh stories and I can't really think of anything else to say cause i'm currently watching the Book Thief (and it's really good!) so yeah!

Cya peeps and happy (late) father's day!