Worru was rummaging around in the basement of his home, trying to find something to feed his somewhat inquisiative nature, and possibly something to have fun with. His expression brightened as he started on what must've been either the fourth, or the fifteenth box that was in there, finding within a leather-bound book, with strange symbols and markings all over it, strangely in designs like that of fire.

"Hey, mom, do you know what this is?" he called, only looking up from the mysterious volume as he heard the steps creaking as his mother, Labufa Worruson, came down the stairs. The tall woman came over, picking up the book and examining it, before smiling. "This is your dad's family tree, Sethu. Want to take a look?" she asked, obviously rhetorically as she grabbed his hand to drag him up the stairs into the living room.

She put him down on the couch, sitting next to him as she opened the ancient tome, blowing off a large cloud of dust that had decided to take residence in the book's pages. They began to read it over, mostly silent until Worru looked strangely at one of the pictures. "Hey, mom, what does that one mean?" he asked, as she looked and read the picture. "That would be your grandfather, Sethu honey. His name looks like it would be...Dear?" she asked, changing in the end as Worru fell to the floor.

Labufa sighed, walking over to the table in the room to put the book down, then pickign up her son to put him on the couch. She turned to the book to see the name again, before opening the window next to the door, and screaming in a loud voice...

"KASEI DORNMOS GOBI, GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!"

The rebel flame was looking at an exceptionally nice stand, it had ornaments for christmas trees, when he heard someone yell his name. Loud.

The voice was foreign, but it was deffinatly angry, or just plain loud. He had already pinpointed it's location, and was off, pushing his way through the busy crowd, and occasionally glancing at nice stores. He jumped onto the rooftops, and moved to the loction; a window, and jumped in. A grousome sight met his eyes; Worru was lying on the floor, and a huge-breasted woman stood towering. "Hello?" The rebel flame asked cautiously.

Labufa stood smiling at Kasei, a knowing grin working over the natural smug smile she had. "Well, it seems like a good time to introduce myself, dear father-in-law. I am Labufa, Sethu, or as you know him, Worru's mother. I was married to your son, Reginald, around some thirteen years ago." she said, introducing herself. "And that," she said, pointing to Worru, still unconcious and lying on the couch, "Would be your grandson."

Kasei stood there, looking from Labufa, to Worru, and back, obviously waiting for someone to say 'april fools'. He smiled, then turned around. "Right, funny, i'm going to go wake up now, call me again when you have something not crazy to say." The rebel flame said before climing out the window.

Labufa walked over, grabbing the back of Kasei's shirt, still grinning. She turned him to face her, using her free hand to thrust the old book at his chest. "Take a look at this little volume, Kasei. You'll learn a thing or two I'm sure you didn't know." she said, smugly.

The rebel flame looked at the book, then opened it up. He shifted to the page with the family tree, then his eyes opened up wide. Right there was his third child, Reginald, under his own name, and under that-Worru. "HAHAHAHAHA," he laughed, "I'm definately going to go wake up now!" He finished.

Labufa sighed. She was now hoping that Worru wasn't around this guy for too long at times. She grabbed the scruff of his collar, lifted him to her height, and slapped him on the face two times. "You. Are. Not. Asleep. Moron. You. Are. Awake." she said, enuciating clearly, and emphazing every word.

"OW," Kasei yelled, "Okay, okay! I'm awake. So I guess Worru is my grandson. Will you not slap me again?" He asked, then went over to Worru, and lifted him up. "HEY! WAKE UP!!!!" He yelled into his grandson's ears. He was going to have a story to tell Aria when he got home.....

Worru's eyes shot open, jumping so that he fell out of Kasei's grip, and back onto the floor. "What!? What is it!? What!?" he yelled out, before looking up at Kasei, and standing up. He just stood there, staring at the Sheikah, not saying a word, not even acting as if he was breathing.

Kasei smiled warmly, then jumped and grabbed Worru in a hug before he could run away. "Well, looks like you are my grandson, Worru! HAHA!" He said, releasing the small shiekah and smiling brightly. He turned to Labufa. "So I assume that Reginald married you, then? Hm. Nice. I am happy for you, you got to know him, when I never did."

"You're in the same deal as Sethu. He didn't know the man either." she said, as Worru continued to stand there dumbfounded, his eyes a bit wider after the large hug, which he, if he was even in his left mind, he would be sure had broken at least two of his arms.

"So he is dead, then. I had hoped that I heard wrong from the soilders." Kasei said solemly, then brightened up. "Well, it's okay, because he still had time in his life to force Worru out of you!" The rebel flame said jokingly. "This explains why he is half-garudo. This is amazing!" He said loudly.

Labufa sighed. "You were there when I found Worru, remember? You can't tell a Gerudo woman from the color of our skin?" she said, somewhat irritated. "Now, yes, he did have enough time to get Worru from me, but that was also the reason he was executed. Doesn't seem like you'd like either of us because of that."

Kasei's smile did not change. "And thats where your wrong. It was not your fault he died. He was happy with you, and knew the consequences. He would not like his own father hating his family." The rebel flame said knowingly. "I don't hate you, and you shouldn't regret Reginalds death. Withought him, Worru would not be here, and I would have no grandson."

Labufa grinned for a moment, glancing at Worru's still dumbfounded form, than back to look at Kasei. "From what I know, you'll have a great-grandchild in no time." she said, with a grin, before, for some reason, mouthing the number '45' with a even more smug smirk.