"They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you….
"

Eight year olds Alfred and Matthew were curled up in the living room, listening to the newest CD from Fairy Underworld, a band that had gotten together ten years ago and had been a huge success ever since. Their father's band, Arthur Kirkland, the Gentleman Rebel's band. He had found them alone in an abandoned house when they were two and he was fifteen, and had raised them ever since. The 21 year old insisted that his music wasn't appropriate for lads their age, but their Uncle Francis had gotten them the new CD in secret.

"Hey Mattie…" Alfred trailed off, and his shy twin looked to him, silently prompting him to continue. "I think….I think Dad is God."

A curious tilt of the head made him explain. "Well he's awesome, he's loud, and preachers say God is loud, and Dad knows everything, and he always knows what to do, and when to be nice or mean, and he's…..he's just Dad."

"Yeah…." Matthew nodded thoughtfully, adjusting his glasses. "Yeah, you're right. Dad is God."

"Of course I'm right, the hero's always right."

%%%%

"Drugs
Gimme drugs
Gimme drugs
I don't need it

But I'll sell what you got
Take the cash and I'll keep it…
"

15 year olds Alfred and Matthew were at their 27 year old father's concert, the Gentleman Rebel singing his new song Na na na. Alfred laughed, arms wrapped around his blushing and wary Kiku, who kept shrinking away from the strangers surrounding them and closer to Alfred. Matthew laughed as well, all three teens controlled by the beat of the song.

"Hey Matthew!" Alfred yelled over the noise of the crowd, and Matthew looked to him, taking his cigarette out of his mouth.

The shy High Honor Roll boy was an absolute angel in school, but at his father's concerts he drank and smoked. After all, he grew up around drugs and alcohol, and once they were ten Dad had let them come to his concerts. "Yes Alfred?"

The glasses clad boy looked up at the lead singer and guitarist of the band, their father decked out in ripped black jeans, a ripped skull t-shirt, green hair, and too many lip, eyebrow, and ear piercings to count, admiration obvious in his eyes. "I think Dad is God."

His boyfriend looked up at him and his twin almost choked on the drag he had just taken. "What?"

"Dad is God." Alfred stated matter of factly, and Matthew just stared at him.

"….I am telling Dad you said that, and he is getting you counseling eh."

Alfred just laughed. "No he isn't! It's completely true! We have the coolest dad in the world Mattie! He always knows just what to do, he's in a fuckin' band, he doesn't give us lectures on not doing drugs, he just tells us what combos to avoid, like rum and roofies are a bad combo, he always knows how to fix things, he's loud, and he stands up for us no matter what, even if he does lecture us later."

Matthew nodded, but still looked at his brother worryingly. "I get your point Al, but trust me, if there is a God, he is not a drinking, smoking, drug doing, gay punk in a band. Dad breaks at least five commandments daily."

"Dude, do you even know the Fifteen Commandments?"

"There's ten Alfred."

"No there isn't, there's fifteen. Monty Python says so."

"I've seen that skit and it proves there's ten. And no I don't, but I know more about them than you do. Uncle Francis took me to church once."

Alfred frowned. "Why didn't he take me?"

"Because you wanted to stay home and play video games with Kiku. Either way Al, Dad is not God. End of story."

"I'm the hero, and I say Dad is God. That is end of story."

Matthew sighed. "Oh maple…."