Chapter One

French Class

PREMISE: There's a new kaiju in town, but he's less interested in taking out Belloc to become the new king and more interested in taking out Blitz. On a date! And he won't take no for an answer.

Meanwhile, Blitz is busy ever since he somehow ended up taking Kenny Rodgers of all kids under his wing. Now, he has to deal with unexpected fatherhood, a stalker, and all three of the Rosenblatts who are all mad at him for different reasons.

And he doesn't even know ANY of them!

PAIRINGS:

(Main) Belloc/Blitz/OMC(One-Sided)

(Side) Duncan/Kenny & OMC/OMC

(Possible) Marget/Dr. Patel

#

"You…You want me to change classes?" Kenny parroted, not sure if he heard his gym teacher right.

To his credit, Coach Barnes didn't give an annoyed sigh or anything. Instead, he looked up from the paperwork he was going over and said,

"yep. This semester's almost over and you already have enough phys ed credits to graduate. As far as I'm concerned, switching you to something like French would make sense."

Kenny frowned, looking down at his feet.

"I don't- I don't know…I mean, sure, Gym sucks and all, but- I don't know if I'm smart enough to learn French." He admitted, flinching when Barnes gave a snort.

"Look, Ken, tell you what: I'll look over the basics, teach you everything you need to know before the second semester starts and, if you manage to do well enough, I'll have you transferred to French I. That sound good to you?"

"You don't- you don't think it'll be a waste of time? I mean, you don't even know if I can handle it. And so soon?"

Barnes clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, kid. I can tell just by looking at ya that you'll do fine. I'd bet on it."

Kenny looked back down, bitting his lip and rubbing the back of his neck as he considered the offer.

"Well…I did always want to learn French…"

"All right, then. Come to my office after school, we'll get started immediately. An hour a day- minimum -and two on the weekends."

"The weekends?"

"Yep," Barnes replied, popping the 'p' with his lips, "I'm a teacher, I can get your address from the Principal…Or Duncan." He added as an apparent afterthought.

Kenny flinched at the thought of his friend and newfound crush. Sure, Duncan somehow didn't hold 'The Dance Incident' against him, but he was still mad at himself. He had done soimething inexcusable, and the fact that Duncan didn't hate him now was still baffling.

"Okay, just- don't be surprised when my place is a total pigstye."

Barnes' lips twitched, his eyes becoming narrowed and hot.

"Did you say total pigstye?" He questioned, voice hard as steel.

Kenny curled in on himself, hand moving from the back of his neck to his arm in an attempt to soothe the goosebumps he now felt.

"Um, yeah. I- I don't really have anyone at home to nag me about cleaning so…I- I don't…"

Slowly- glacially slowly -Barnes laid down the paper he was holding, carded his fingers together, stared Kenny dead in the eye, and said, "first thing after school: I'm taking you to your place and I'm going to show you the very fine art of The KonMari Cleaning Method."

"The what?"

#

As it turned out, the KonMari Method was a way of cleaning that Kenny would probably never been able to find out about since he had never been to a public library or had access to the internet.

So, honestly, he was grateful that Coach Barnes knew about this method. Thanks to him, Kenny even knew how to fold his clothes for maximum efficiency. And he even knew what was what!

For the first time he could even remember, the trailer he lived in actually looked halfway decent. It would never be anywhere close to a real home with a real family inside of it, but it was better than it had ever been.

"All right, now that we've got all that garbage thrown away and tidied up, it's about time we-"

Kenny took one look at his Coach, with the handkerchief tied around his head and the dirty apron and gloves he was wearing, looking so proud of what they accomplished, and dove in for a hug.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt so overwhelmed with emotions, but he had an idea. Thankfully, Barnes didn't push him away, instead wrapping his arms around him.

Kenny would never admit to anyone but the older man that he had cried into his chest.

They studied at a nearby diner that night.

#

Waking up sore was always a disorienting feeling. Blitz always made sure he was in shape despite his age (which was a lot younger than his white hair would imply).

So, for a moment, he wondered why his body felt like he had spent last night hauling a dump truck. And then he remembered helping one Kenny Rodgers clean out his entire trailer.

"Jesus, that place was a mess." He groaned to himself, shaking his head.

He wasn't surprised, but he was disgusted that the kid lived like that. He was certain it was less because Kenny didn't care, and more, nobody cared about Kenny.

Then he wondered about Kenny's friends.

He knew Duncan had visited Ken's trailer before- the raven-haired boy having mentioned it during a bout of small talk -so he knew what the situation was. But what about that girl? Isabella?

Surely she knew as well. Right? Right. She had to. Blitz had heard more than one kid call Kenny trailer trash under their breath.

Blitz let out a heavy sigh. Wondering about this stuff would get him nowhere. If he wanted to find oiut, he'd have to get out of bed and go to work. Just because the gym was still under construction, didn't mean he couldn't get those teenaged brats running laps around the school.

#

If there was one thing Blitz loved more than kicking ass, it was watching the kids he had to coach bitch and moan about his Gym Class.

As if he cared whether or not they wanted to run around the school or not. It wasn't like he was forcing them to do a certain amount of laps or anything. Just make sure they were at least lightly jogging. No fast walking or slower allowed.

Blitz was being super generous if he did say so himself.

Sure, most of his students didn't think so, but he didn't particularly care.

"Coach Barnes."

Blitz gave a cursory glance at the passing students, nodding at Duncan, before looking to Kenny.

"Hey, what's up kid? Don't expect me to let you off easy just because you're changing classes next semester."

Kenny laughed a genuine laugh.

"Don't worry, Coach. I'm still not convinced I'm cut out for French."

Blitz clicked his tongue and, without thinking, ruffled Kenny's hair.

"Meh, you'll get used to it. It's only been a day. Tomorrow's Saturday, so I'll be expecting you at that diner at nine in the morning. Don't be late, but come early if you can."

"Oh, right. That's just what I was going to ask about. Nine a.m.? I can make it. Just don't be surprised when all I get is water."

Blitz rolled his eyes and pushed the teen back towards where Duncan was still standing around awkwardly.

"We'll talk about it later, Rodgers. For now, get your ass in gear and start running. Gym ain't over yet."

Kenny gave a cheeky grin and salute, before running past Duncan, waving his arm in a goodbye gesture. Duncan looked between Kenny and Blitz, who raised an eyebrow, before jogging to catch up with his friend.

#

"You seem distracted. Penny for your thoughts, kid?" Blitz asked, not even looking up from his paperwork. Just because Gym Class didn't have a lot of written stuff, didn't mean MEGTAF wasn't still up his ass about reports and whatnot.

"How can you tell?"

"Because you've been on that same review question for the past ten minutes. It took you less than one when we were at the diner."

Kenny sighed, shifted in his seat, then hung his head.

"It's nothing…"

"Bull-shit. Nothing he says," Blitz grumbles, causing the teen to flinch, "look, kid, you don't have to tell me what's up, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't lie to me."

"Sorry…"

"It's fine, just don't do it again. Tell me if you don't want to say anything. I won't question the why, but I will get angry if you lie." Blitz replied, loooking up to see Kenny smiling softly at him.

"Thanks Coach…I- I needed that." He said, returning to his work without the distraction of his thoughts like before.

Just as Kenny was finishing up what he had been working on, Blitz recieved a call from his personal phone. The custom ringtone was a familiar one, but not because he was used to hearing it all that often.

So, without thinking, he answered.

"This better be good, Avon." He growled, rolling his eyes at the shrieking laughter coming from the other side of the call.

"Oh, come on! You know I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important! This is me we're talking about!"

Blitz sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger.

"Ugh, yeah, I know that all too well. Whaddya need?"

"A Kaiju scale!"

"No."

"Whaaaaat?! Come on, Ben! You know I wouldn't be asking you this if I didn't think you could do it!" Avon whined.

"I am not going to find some random kaiju scale just so you can do one of your fucked up experiments." Blitz hissed, glancing at Kenny who shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable.

He gestured for the teen to leave while he scowled at the scientist whining into his ear.

"It's not gonna be that bad! Besides, I need this one to help somebody out!"

Blitz faltered for a second. If there was one thing Avon wasn't, it was nice. He never did anything for anyone unless it got him something in return…Or if he was trying to help his offspring.

Avondale Halloway may not have been a nice person, but he cared for the race of beings created like he was their mother. And, if he was being this adamant about it, clearly at least one of them was in some form of danger.

"…All right. I'll do it. But don't expect more than one."

"Fair enough!"

#

The room Belloc had been cooped up was usually a decent temperature. Not too hot, but not too cold, either. So Blitz was surprised that he had to remove his outer shirt when he made his way into the holding chamber.

Belloc stared at him silently as he approached his expression guarded and confused.

Blitz stopped at what he hoped was a reasonable distance, before crossing his arms and getting to the point.

"Look, I know this a weird request coming from me, but- but I need a favour."

"Hmmm, a favour you say? And what's in it for me?" Belloc questioned, eyes narrowing.

"Anything you want. If you can give me a kaiju scale- doesn't even have to be yours -but if you can get me a real one, I'll owe you. And, hey, you don't even have to decide right away. You can just lord it over my head until you decide what it is."

The kaiju stood, towering over him in a way that was more than likely an attempt to be intimidating. Nothing was scarier than Avon- even when the blond wasn't even trying -so Blitz was less than impressed.

Belloc studied him silently, leaning in until their faces were almost too close for comfort. It was a good thing he was used to Avon's clinginess.

Then, the kaiju sniffed him. Once. Twice. Then pulled away, standing up to his full height again.

"I accept your offer." Belloc finally said, even going so far as to pull a scale from the base of one of his horns and handing it to Blitz.

The man took it, holding the decently-sized thing with both hands. It looked to be in pretty good condition for the most part. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say the only reason it came off was because Belloc was shedding or something.

It wouldn't have been surprising considering the Kaiju was basically a lizard.

Blitz nodded, looking up at Belloc and giving a lopsided grin.

"Thanks, ya overgrown lizard. I'll mave sure it doesn't end up getting used for something stupid." He promised.

Belloc blinked, seemingly surprised by Blitz's words. Or maybe the smile?

Even Margret had said once that his smiles tended to come across as creepy and/or unintentionally intimidating. So he let the grin drop from his face, before turning around and waving a goodbye at the kaiju.

He never noticed Belloc sniffing the air again, his eyes dulling for just a moment.

As if something he smelt made his mind wander.