The Manic Tyrant and his Monster Tree

Naughty Kid

Caesar could feel his hair being pulled from all the directions and a pair of little feet jumping around on his shoulders.

"..." 'A naughty one indeed.'

He raised his hands to catch the lively being from his head but all he got was a bite on his fingers instead.

"..." 'A bit too naughty.'

He shook his hand with pain and hissed. After calming himself down, he started shaking his body trying to shake off the naughty kid.

These movements of his only made the kid enjoy even more as happy noises increased and the strength in his stomps over his shoulders increased, trying to not fall off from his 'territory'.

Caesar could do nothing but sigh to himself before speaking resignedly, "Come down. At least let me take a look at you once."

How could he call himself a father, when he didn't even know what his son looked like?

Shameful.

Very shameful.

As soon as his voice was heard, the stomps on his shoulders came to a stop.

'Looks like he is not that bad either,' ML smiled to himself.

He raised his hand so that it stood horizontally, so that it could allow his son to easily stand on his hand as he wished.

He felt the small steps on his hand from his shoulder and his anticipation grew to look at his new son's features.

A small body walked into his view but when he looked at it, all he could see was his son's back.

'Maybe he will turn around once he reaches a comfortable position?' Caesar thought to himself but did not voice out any of his opinions.

He patiently waited for his son to present himself in front of him.

All he could see was brown fur on his back and some purplish fur around his butt.

Once the kid came to a halt, Caesar looked curiously waiting for him to turn around.

Who would have thought, what he was waiting for did not happen but instead something crashed into his face?

"Oomph!!!" Caesar almost fell back from the sudden jump of his son.

'Just how naughty is this kid? He actually planted his butt on my face?' Caesar thought angrily.

He could hear his young son's happy noises once again and he could understand without seeing that he was being made fun of.

He was angry at once. But the anger was not the same as the one he had towards his neighbor earlier. Instead this anger was the one a father would have towards his son with helplessness and love.

With a combination of amusement and anger, Caesar grabbed his son's body and peeled him off his face.

Finally he held his newborn in his hands and turned him around to take a closer look.

His face resembled closely to a gorilla but also different in many ways. His fur was brown but some parts of his face- like around his eyes and nose- and his belly and lower part of his body had the fur with a dark shade of purple.

His six limbs- consisting of four hands and two legs- were flailing around in the air, showing his struggle to get out of his father's grasp.

Caesar's grip tightened so that his naughty son could not get out of his grasp. He was sure that nothing good would come out if he were to be released now.

He looked at him from head to toe before speaking, "Hmm, you are too naughty indeed. I will name you Monkero."

Monkero started screeching and whooping while moving around all his limbs more heavily than before.

Caesar smirked at his son, "I don't care if you like the name or not. It would be Monkero no matter what."

Monkero stopped moving in an instant as if his whole world came crumbling down.

Hearthe on the side blinked her round bright eyes twice as she did not understand what was going on between her Father and her younger brother.

But one thing she understood. Her Father had asked for her opinion when he named her. But why is he different when it comes to her younger brother?

Is it because he was too naughty and thus angered their father?

She did not know that it was not because of Monkero's naughtiness but it is how the place of a daughter and a son would be in a father's heart.

Like any other father in the world, Caesar too loves and pampers his daughter while a son would be taught a lesson for everything he does.

Monkero looked like he had lost his life, 'Looks like I got the wrong father for myself.'

"Okay, stop sulking. Look at your sister. She is worried because of you," Caesar spoke when he noticed the changes in his daughter's mood.

His lovely and adorable daughter should only be happy and never worry about anything. Even if the cause of worry was her own sibling.