Rule One
Title: Rule One
Fandom: Gargoyles
Characters: Matt Bluestone, an OC
Prompt: 1. Accomplished
Word Count: 446
Rating: G
Summary: Always remember Rule One.
Author's Notes: One of my Wolf at the Door prequels, or, as I’m starting to think of them, ‘introductions to characters that will be appearing in Wolf at the Door’. Bonus points (and the right to request ficcage) to the first person to tell me where I borrowed Rule 1 from.
Matt Bluestone let out a bone weary sigh as he studied the four very large teenagers sitting on his car. He dropped his backpack, stuffing his shades and Walkman inside so they wouldn’t get broken again. His face was still sore from the last time, but it was mostly healed. He’d been looking forward to getting home without any additional bruises.
“Okay,” he sighed, “what? And please, spare me the ‘we’re beating on you because you’re a freak’ speech. I’ve got it memorized.”
“Are you a freak, Matthew?”
The teenager almost sighed with relief. He knew that voice. “That depends on who you ask, Uncle Shinji.”
Uncle Shinji was his Aunt Chastity’s husband, a Japanese man built like a brick who usually worked as a roadie for whatever band Chaz was managing that week. He also only came up to Matt’s chest. He kept his head shaved, smiled a lot, and was protective of his wife’s kin.
“Who the fuck are you supposed to be? His boyfriends?” one of the gorillas perched on the car guffawed.
Shinji continued to smile as he stepped between Matt and the boys on the car. “Tell me, do any of you boys know Rule One? No?” The little bald man clucked his tongue. “Do they teach you nothing in these schools of yours?” He glanced over his shoulder at Matt and smirked. “Your aunt sent me to make sure you came home today, rather than let you disappear into some den of inequity.”
Which Matt readily translated to ‘Chaz saw your face before you hid in your room and ordered me to hit someone.’
And Matt, one of nature’s Beta Males, was perfectly fine with that.
One of the gorillas reached for Shinji, only to find himself swiftly planted face down on the pavement. It was like something out of a bad Kung-fu movie. Shinji watched the others, smile still in place. “Figured out Rule One yet?” he asked.
Let it never be said that the boys who found amusement in beating the living hell out of Matt were stupid. Having figured out Rule One for themselves, they quickly fled the area.
Matt grinned, feeling oddly accomplished, despite not having lifted a finger. “Best uncle ever.”
Fandom: Gargoyles
Characters: Matt Bluestone, an OC
Prompt: 1. Accomplished
Word Count: 446
Rating: G
Summary: Always remember Rule One.
Author's Notes: One of my Wolf at the Door prequels, or, as I’m starting to think of them, ‘introductions to characters that will be appearing in Wolf at the Door’. Bonus points (and the right to request ficcage) to the first person to tell me where I borrowed Rule 1 from.
Matt Bluestone let out a bone weary sigh as he studied the four very large teenagers sitting on his car. He dropped his backpack, stuffing his shades and Walkman inside so they wouldn’t get broken again. His face was still sore from the last time, but it was mostly healed. He’d been looking forward to getting home without any additional bruises.
“Okay,” he sighed, “what? And please, spare me the ‘we’re beating on you because you’re a freak’ speech. I’ve got it memorized.”
“Are you a freak, Matthew?”
The teenager almost sighed with relief. He knew that voice. “That depends on who you ask, Uncle Shinji.”
Uncle Shinji was his Aunt Chastity’s husband, a Japanese man built like a brick who usually worked as a roadie for whatever band Chaz was managing that week. He also only came up to Matt’s chest. He kept his head shaved, smiled a lot, and was protective of his wife’s kin.
“Who the fuck are you supposed to be? His boyfriends?” one of the gorillas perched on the car guffawed.
Shinji continued to smile as he stepped between Matt and the boys on the car. “Tell me, do any of you boys know Rule One? No?” The little bald man clucked his tongue. “Do they teach you nothing in these schools of yours?” He glanced over his shoulder at Matt and smirked. “Your aunt sent me to make sure you came home today, rather than let you disappear into some den of inequity.”
Which Matt readily translated to ‘Chaz saw your face before you hid in your room and ordered me to hit someone.’
And Matt, one of nature’s Beta Males, was perfectly fine with that.
One of the gorillas reached for Shinji, only to find himself swiftly planted face down on the pavement. It was like something out of a bad Kung-fu movie. Shinji watched the others, smile still in place. “Figured out Rule One yet?” he asked.
Let it never be said that the boys who found amusement in beating the living hell out of Matt were stupid. Having figured out Rule One for themselves, they quickly fled the area.
Matt grinned, feeling oddly accomplished, despite not having lifted a finger. “Best uncle ever.”