Yang Xiao Long.
Shortly after her birth, she was abandoned to her father by her mother, who mysteriously vanished off the face of Remnant. Tai had named Haruto her godfather and left Yang with him after a year of taking care of her, choosing to leave Yang behind with his long term friend to find love with Summer, their third teammate in Signal.
At first, Haruto had been furious, jealous that she had chosen Tai over him.
He was the one who had helped her out at Signal, made her laugh, took care of her when she was sick and...
And loved her...
But reality hit him like a Bullhead, knocking sense into his, at the time, jealous raging fit. She wanted Tai, not Haruto. Perhaps he could never find love, always escaping his fingertips at a moment's notice.
But his mind changed after taking a good look at the bundle in his hands, who he felt was worth her own weight in gold to him, had he realised that it wasn't worth getting mad over chasing someone who would never love him back the way he did they.
Besides, he had someone in his arms that he would dote on for the years to come.
And that someone was yanking on his short beard!
Hard!
"Yang!" He whined, causing the little cretin to babble loudly. "Ow! Stop it!"
"Aah~! Uncle Haru! Pain!"
After managing to get the girl to stop pulling on his wicked beard, he held the girl out at arm's length to get a good view of her. He'd have to get a wet nurse to breast feed her, apparently powered baby milk formula wasn't comparable to the liquids from a pair of good breasts. He had money to burn anyway, amassing a fairly large fortune from overworking at the Bounty Board in Signal.
Looking down at his tablet at the table, he set a squirming Yang down onto the couch, the toddler tried to get his attention but to no avail as his eyes were glued to the device. So the girl scowled as much as she could and quickly shed off her towel, running around topless, only in her diapers, away from the couch.
Ignoring the child's antics for just a quick second, he looked over to the screen of the tablet and slowly read the new job opening that was specifically directed at him from the global conglomerate responsible for 3 quarters of the Remnant's Dust Mines.
The Schnee Dust Company.
He snorted softly to himself. Schnee was currently being run by his old classmate, Willow Schnee, one of the wealthiest people in the world, after inheriting it from her deceased father.
Of course, being one of the richest in the world tends to cloud one's judgement. Which was apparent as there were reports about the Schnee Dust Company being involved with various criminal organisations and their controversial labour forces, but the reports were usually up for about an hour before vanishing without a trace, the writer of the reports, when searched for, were always gone on an indefinite holiday trip.
"The Finest Of Them All" was their slogan. Well, when you have a multitude of money and power, the criminal world is in your pocket too! You too, could usually get the finest of them all.
Quickly typing back a message, Haruto sent it back to the original sender, confirming that he would indeed, take the job, but with extra conditions he'd set.
Haruto's nose twitched.
"Is that—" He sniffed a few times, taking in the scent of—
"Fiwa!" Yang's voice came from the kitchen, excited.
Oh shit.
Scrambling, he tripped over the couch before picking himself up in a hurry to get the girl out of the smoking room. Finally making his way to the kitchen, he saw a half-naked and elated toddler grinning with her small teeth at the sight of the sleek black fridge in flames.
How? He didn't even want to know.
"Yang!" Smoke billowed off the top of the fridge and his heart, his fucking heart it felt like it was going to burst at the sight of the girl nearing the flames.
He was so scared; frightened that he was going to lose the girl.
"Unca Haru!" She squealed at him, trembling in excitement as she waved her arms, apparently proud that she had set the fridge, of all things, on fire.
In a flash, he had made it to her, and wrapped his trusty white cloak around her before he ran out of the smoking kitchen. This time ensuring that she wouldn't move, he rushed back to the kitchen and opened the large windows, grabbed the fire extinguisher beside the stove and began spraying the fire-inhibiting white foam at the electrical fire. The foam swallowed the fridge, enveloping it and preventing the fire from spreading as well as extinguishing it. Sighing in relief, Haruto placed the extinguisher back into its original position, a place where fires were supposed to occur at.
At the corner of his eye, a small head of blonde was peeking out from the entrance of the kitchen, doing her best at hiding behind the wall. But her obvious lilac eyes were visible because of how they shined with playfulness.
He wanted to go on a protective parental rant at the girl, but stopped short as he opened his mouth. Unable to speak as memories came flooding back, where he would draw the attention of the entire village by defacing the national monument that overshadowed the village. Running with a mad grin on his face and tossing open paint cans behind him as the ANBU came chasing after him, splattering many of them with bright neon colours.
All that trouble just to get attention? Vandalism on public property in this world would actually land him in jail instead of a pat on the back from the Sandaime who had a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his wizened face as he "reprimanded" Haruto for out running his elite shinobi and managing to get away with tarnishing the Hokage Monument in broad daylight, all the while not getting caught in the act, which took roughly four hours.
"Guess I'll have to get a new fridge then." He rubbed his temples before placing a hand on the soft but sturdy foam; a small rapidly spinning glyph appeared around his wrist, orange in colour. The feeling of his chakra getting sapped signified that the action was completed, and the glyph vanished, allowing him to bring his palm away from the spot he had placed it on. There, in the same exact spot, was a glyph he customized to look like the Uzumaki spiral, the size of the bottom of a canned drink, also in neon orange.
With a flick of the wrist, the fridge vanished; foam, food and all. Apparently, he had found out at Signal that his Semblance was similar to the Hirashin his father developed further from the Nidaime Hokage. But, instead of just teleporting himself, he could send things to designated locations if they were compatible.
Of course, he didn't have as much control over it when he still attended Signal as a student, but had improved it dramatically, allowing him to teleport further instead of teleporting only halfway to his intended location, ending up in the middle of Girl's Night in the female dormitories. Nor was it as fast to put down as it was in the Elemental Nations. Still, it was pretty handy. He used his scythe and multiple throwing objects to teleport around during fights, dodging long enough for him to mark down the glyph onto the object he wanted before tossing it to anywhere he wanted. And the glyph would last as long as he wanted it to, the downside being the fact that he was basically telling everyone where his teleportation markings were because they were so bright.
Eh, orange was still the best.
The fridge had been sent to the junkyard, where he had tagged the bottom of the top of a junked crane, which would mean that the junk would fall straight down into a heap. He made sure only to banish things away at night, because no one worked in the junkyard at night. Wouldn't do him any good to accidentally kill workers with falling fridges.
"Yang. Here, now." His voice was imitating the Sandaime when he was being serious, which usually made Haruto aware that he was actually in trouble. Yang, figuring out that she too, was in trouble, hung her head low and dragged her feet over to him, shivering slightly from the lack of clothes.
"Yang, what you did was very bad." Yang's burning spirit seemed to have dimmed, ashamed that her Uncle Haru, who had taken care of her for a few weeks now, was upset at her.
"Do you know how worried I was? You could have gotten hurt!" Haruto did his best not to go "awww" at the sight of the sniffing child.
Guilt was about to make her cry when she felt something enveloping her mostly-nude body. She looked up and found herself face to face with a smiling, fox-like, Haru, her body wrapped in a giant white cloak with red flames at the bottom—his cloak!—and due to her tiny stature, the cloak was trailing behind her like a bride's wedding dress. He had given her his cloak, the one that he told her belonged to his father, who was once the fastest man alive.
"But I understand," His smile broke into a grin that forced his eyes shut, "Next time you call me, I'll be there for you, yeah?"
Despite barely understanding what he said, in the future, Yang could still remember the scene, clear as day.
His words also earned him a good wet kiss on the cheek, toppling them both over as she charged into him. They laughed as they rolled around in the kitchen, the incident already behind them.