Growing Up Lynch
Knight in Mud-Splattered Armor
Knight in Mud-Splattered Armor
The same day ten year old Azrael met Seth he swore he'd be the boy's personal knight in shining armor, that he'd never let anyone harm him, and that he'd ferociously beat the crap out of anyone who tried.
See, the moment he saw the younger child he simply couldn't not protect him. Not when he saw small and cute he looked. Not when he saw how adorably he blushed. And certainly not when he saw just how wide with awe his big brown eyes would grow whenever something surprised him.
So, two weeks later when a few punks from school decided to jump the petite five year old, Azrael naturally came to the conclusion that their actions gave him full rights to start knocking in some heads. [And hopefully his parents would agree with his logic as well.]
It was near mid-afternoon during his lunch period that the oldest Lynch offspring came across the sounds of hushed voices and murmured whispers emerging from one of the boy's bathrooms. It wasn't unusual for Azrael to spend his meal time solitarily walking the halls, lost in thought. It was even less unusual to come across students hiding out in bathrooms, either skipping class or actually using the facilities. Now, what was unusual were the repeated phrases 'fag' and 'gay freak' accompanied by hollow thuds.
The moment he heard those words, a cold, foreboding sensation settled in the pit of his stomach and his senses were on instant alert, gold yes narrowing in anger and teeth gnashing harshly.
There's no doubt in Azrael's mind just who's behind the restroom door.
Seth.
It could only be Seth.
The school Azrael, his siblings, and little Asian attend is a small, selective, upper-class, predominately white, private institute located in Palm Beach Gardens, Florida. It supposedly caters to the most intelligent students of the Sunshine State but everyone knows it's actually a place where snooty rich people like to send their snooty rich kids for a "higher-learning education."
Azrael and his siblings ended up there after he and Gabriel got them kicked out of their old public school. Long story short; Azrael and Gabe painted the principal's entire office – desk, computer, paperwork, and all – plum purple as an April Fool's joke.
It was funny to them.
Not so funny to everyone else.
How Seth managed to end up in their current hellhole, Azrael hasn't an inkling. From what he knows of the black haired boy, Seth isn't rich. Doesn't come from a distinguished family. And he isn't exactly, well, bright. Not to say he's stupid, but he certainly isn't an Einstein.
Case in point:
Last Tuesday, Seth's teacher made a comment about how all the little boys liked to tease and make fun of the little girls to show that they like them to which Seth raised his hand and commented, "What about the boys who like boys?" And when the flustered teacher told Seth that boys aren't supposed to like boys, he innocently replied, "I like boys", thus sealing his fate.
Truthfully, it wasn't exactly stupidity that caused the boy to reply as he did, as much it was a sense of indignation and a healthy dose of confusion. Nevertheless, the end result equaled constant harassment and alienation.
It also resulted in Azrael doing a bit of overtime in the ass-kicking department. Not that he's complaining.
Lips pulling into a fierce frown, he balls his hands into tight fists and storms his way into the restroom, kicking the door open and startling the occupants. Sure enough, there are four older boys surrounding his friend. Other than looking a bit roughed up and sporting a small bruise on his forehead, Seth seems almost completely cool and unaffected but Azrael can just barely make out small tremors of fear that run through his body. However; with the sight of Azrael, his expression immediately brightens as he waves sheepishly.
Peeved at the situation, Azrael glowers at the suddenly pale-faced bullies and cracks his knuckles. Though he's young, they're already toughed and scared over from multiple fist fights. With a menacing grin and a playful lilt to his voice, Azrael growls, "So, which of y'all wants to be first?"
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A half an hour later Azrael and Seth head out of the restroom, leaving a room full of groaning, achy boys in their wake. Azrael's a bit bruised himself and covered in dirt and mud from the shoes of one of the boys who kicked him, but he's sporting a smug smirk as well. Resting a hand atop Seth's thick hair, he ruffles the black strands affectionately. "Yo, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get expelled for this. Wanna come over and play Mortal Kombat?"
Beaming with childish radiance, Seth nods his head excitedly making Azrael want to squeal and tug him into a giant hug. "Uh-huh."
"Heh. Sweet."
End 2
*Word Count: 814
*Unedited
Part 3: Soooooooooooooon
Hehe. Cuteness.
This is kinda a crappily written chapter but it's adorable so I don't care.