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Gen saw nothing wrong with the way that he treated his Weapon– he actually figured that he did a fairly exceptional job of taking care of Heavy Metal – so he had the most bewildered look on his face as one of his classmates confronted him about an incident that had happened that morning that had the fellow Meister had witnessed... which had the classmate rather confused, it seemed to General. It almost seemed as if the classmate was talking down to Gen, throwing accusations around – but that was just silly, of course. All Meisters had a friendly competition going on to see who would be the top of the class and would make their Weapons into Death Scythes, so it was only natural to have one or several classmates stop Gen in the hall after school to kindly ask, “What the ******** do you think you guys are?” among other equally eloquent questions, which, in Gen’s personal opinion, probably could have been worded much better, though he was not one to judge another’s mental capacity when it came to friendly classroom rivalry.

It just wasn’t his style.

What was his style was to quietly ask the gentleman holding the front of General’s military-grade coat to kindly put him down, and please don’t hit his head into the wall anymore because it was giving him the most awful of headaches – please and thank you very much, Good Sir. Though, Gen supposed that the man was indeed a little touched in the head, since he had told him that, “You have another thing coming!” or some sort of nonsense such as that.

“You act like that idiot is your child! It’s creepy!” The young man was hitting General’s head into the wall again, doing nothing but aggravate the headache that was building up from the treatment. This was not good... General was going to be late meeting up with Heavy Metal – but perhaps it would be better if Gen was a little late. It probably wouldn’t be good for Metal to see this act or random violence – the poor boy became rather agitated around it... And Gen couldn’t have Metal become agitated... it wasn’t good for his blood pressure.

“Now, see here-” Gen started to say, silenced by a fist kindly connecting with his rather soft underbelly.

Dear old General began to cough, and was dropped to the ground rather heavily as he tried to regain his breath, the Rivals moving off a little bit. One of the Rivals piped up from the back of the group asked, a little worriedly, “This... General’s a guy, right? We’re not beating up a girl or ‘nothing, are we?” This caused the group to still a little, and General Captain looked up rather confused at the group that had circled around him. Was there anything particularly feminine about General? He hadn’t thought so... Maybe it was his nails, that he had let Metal paint the other day... The boy sat up, leaning heavily against the wall, wiping a bit of blood that had begun dripping down his chin from a split lip – he would have to make sure he was cleaned up before Metal saw him otherwise the boy would be awfully distraught...

Looking back up at the now slightly confused bullies, something caught his attention at the far window across the hallway. There, right outside the class on the windowsill, sat his dear little Heavy Metal, poised like a wild beast ready to strike, his wide humanoid-robotic pair of eyes focused on him, a blank look on his face. General knew this look rather well – it was the face the boy made while he was powering up, getting ready for a battle.

Oh, this was not going to end very well...

A crash of glass, a scream of rage was the only forewarning that the Rivals had before Metal came down upon them, fists covering themselves in metallic plates flying into jaws, and feet spinning the boy around to give the fists more momentum. It wasn’t long before the only one that was left still in the area was Metal – the Rivals bloodied and running with their figurative tails between their legs. Gen saw that the boy was making movements to follow, spying the treads around his feet that would give him incredible speed, so he called out Metal’s name to stop the boy from chasing after the group. Heavy Metal’s metal disappeared, back from whence it had come, and the boy obediently padded over to General’s still sitting form.

General held out a hand so that Metal could help him up, and Metal just looked at the offered hand with a confused stare. “Help me up,” General ordered, wiping more of the blood away from his lip, trying to keep it hidden from Metal – it would not do for the child to see him bleeding, even if it wasn’t much blood... for once, General thanked the Heavens and all things militia that Metal had been born without a perceptive personality. The boy, missing the meaning of the hand but understanding that he needed to help Gen up, leaned down and slung his hands under General’s arms and heaved the taller man to his feet. “I swear,” General stated with a grin, “I will never get used to how strong you’ve become – I’m truly proud of you.”

The boy started cackling loudly, as if Gen had said something hilariously funny, throwing his arms around General’s ribs and squeezing rather tightly, burying his face in the middle of the fabric of Gen’s homemade military coat, his head barely reaching the heart patch that General had used to cover a small tear in the fabric. General’s arms circled Metal’s small shoulders and he gave the boy a quick squeeze, before stating, “Let us go home, alright Metal?” A nodding motion against his chest was all the okay that General got, and he moved the boy off to the side of him, still keeping an arm around him, as Metal refused to let go, and they started walking.

By the time they had gotten home, General had persuaded Metal to release him from the impenetrable grip that was his hug, and the boy ran into the house as soon as Gen unlocked the door, investigating everything to make sure that everything was just as they had left it that morning. Not that Metal would remember if things were out of place, but it was a habit of his that General loved to watch. Closing the door behind him, he kept an eye on the boy as he ran around, talking to himself and to Gen in randomly loud spurts, making sure that nothing had gotten caught up in the strange trap he had put by the open window with a raw onion as bait... And General went to preparing a snack for the boy – something healthy and full of vitamins, of course – humming softly to himself.

He stopped in mid-cut of the celery he was chopping into eatable strips as Metal stood on top of the living room table, and pointed towards Gen, screaming at the top of his lungs, “BLOOOOOOOOOOOD!!”

Gen touched his bottom lip as Metal rushed on over to him, crawling up onto the counter that separated the living area from the kitchen, feeling a scab that had formed, and not seeing any of the blood that Metal had called out about. “No, see?” the taller man stated, showing the boy the fingers that had come away from his lower lip. “It has already dried up and started to heal.”

Metal looked as if he was trying hard to think, and got really close to General’s face, staring at the scabbed over lip. Nodding to himself, seeming to come to a decision, the boy balanced himself on Gen’s shoulders and landed a quick peck on the lip that was under such scrutiny a moment before. “Mama Gen ALL BETTER NOW!” Metal cackled, jumping off the counter and running back into the living room to finish his inspection of the apartment.

A little flabbergasted, a blush covered Gen’s face as he touched the lower lip in slight shock. Why had Metal... then it dawned on him. Whenever Metal had gotten injured, Gen had always fixed him up and ended the procedure with a kiss on the area that was hurt, just like a parent should do for their children. It made the little ones feel better, of course, and Metal always seemed happy after it...

Shaking his head, General Captain, Meister of Heavy Metal, went back to work on the snack that would be quickly devoured by the boy that was now moving onto the bedrooms. A crash could be heard, and Gen knew that Metal had knocked over his dresser again.... Silly boy.