Setting: AU (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Setting is more of a AU high-school type thing. Ages will not be accurate, but adjusted to fit the story needs. An example of this is Hunter who is roughly 40, and Cena who is 23 will not have a 20 year gap in this story. (If the age thing is still confusing just read the story and you'll understand it hopefully)

Warnings: Child Abuse in later chapters. (Rating will eventually change).

This Too Won't Pass

Chapter 1

Meet the Trio

Shawn Michaels groaned as he made his way to his locker in the school hallway. The school day was ending. He pulled out his pre-calculus book while shoving his chemistry notes into the locker in return. He slammed the metallic door shut and turned to be greeted by his younger brother, Hunter.

"Hey there." Hunter greeted as he placed a hand around his sibling's neck.

"Ah…" Shawn winced.

"How much does it hurt?" Hunter replied, pulling his hand off the fresh but temporarily forgotten bruise.

"It's fine."

"You and I know it's not. Hell, even John knows it's bad."

"It doesn't hurt." the ash blonde boy assured.

"John's not that stupid, and if John's not that stupid, hell's sure I'm not that stupid."

"Does he worry?"

"How can he not worry?" Hunter yelled, "You nearly get your ass handed to you every single day for us, and John being the youngest, he's probably the one most scared."

"Hey, not so loud." Shawn urged as a few eyes around the hallway gave them glances.

"HE BEATS YOU EVERYDAY FOR US. DAMN IT SHAWN, SOMEONE SHOULD KNOW EVEN IF IT'S THESE RANDOM STRANGERS WALKING AROUND THE SCHOOL."

"Hunter, stop." Shawn growled.

"NO. SHAWN LISTEN TO ME," Hunter roared as he backed his brother up against his own locker.

Shawn hissed in pain as he felt the bruise suddenly was pressed against the hard metal, and Hunter immediately regretted it.

"Come on, we have to go pick up John." Hunter spoke aggravated.

The two brothers walked down the block to pick up the youngest at a middle school not to far away. Shawn squinted his eyes, making sure the sight he saw before him was real and not a mirage.

"Hunter." Shawn spoke as he knocked against his brother's chest with the back of his hand.

Soon enough, Hunter saw it too.

John was surrounded by a mix of sophomores and seniors from the same high school that Shawn and Hunter attended. The two ran up to the scene and walked in front of the youngest in a protective stance.

"Hey there damn degenerates." one of the boys snickered.

Shawn felt as his youngest brother hid behind his body, grabbing and nervously playing with the loose fabrics of his shirt.

"What do you want?" Hunter growled.

"Hey, he's with you guys?" one of the seniors asked as he raised his eyebrows, "He's pretty cute. Can we have him?"

"Back off."

"Whoa there, no need to get so defensive."

"Leave." Shawn added in a threatening tone.

"Hey, we just want to play with him." another added as he walked up carelessly towards Shawn.

The ash blonde junior quickly raised his leg, his heel firmly connecting with the harasser's chin.

A few of the students seemed to put their guard up. Their expressions changing from their perverted-pedo glances to intense glares.

However, Hunter pretty much owned an intimidating glare of his own and stared back harshly at the group. He pulled off his backpack with a long wooden pole that seemed to stick out of it. As he unzipped his backpack, he slowly pulled out what seemed to be a wooden pole, but in reality, it was a sledgehammer.

The mix of seniors and sophomores eventually began to back away slowly.

"You really want to stay and play?" Hunter asked one more time, "Cause I can play all day."

He kissed the head of his sledgehammer and raised it into an offense position.

"You're crazy!" they shouted as they dispersed.

Eventually, all of the students were out of their sight.

All except the one that kissed Shawn's heel. He was out cold.

"You carry a sledgehammer in your backpack?" Shawn asked, eying his brother.

"Not everyday…" Hunter rolled his eyes sarcastically.

The oldest brother was unsure if he was supposed to take it seriously or as a joke. Hell, Hunter was a confusing man when it came to his sadistic comedy.

"Well… What are we going to do with him?" Shawn asked raising an eyebrow.

Hunter gave a sinister smirk and pulled out a black sharpie from his backpack.

"Me too!" John blurted out, smiling as he released the grip from his oldest brother's shirt.

"You too?" Hunter smiled back as he handed his younger brother a blue sharpie pen.

The junior and sixth grader began to draw random scribbles and doodles on the unconscious face of the sophomore. Hunter was the one responsible for the black mole and uni-brow, while the youngest drew what any kid would have done. A blue mustache with a blue beard.

Shawn rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose at the immaturity. "Come on guys, we got to go before someone sees us."

The three walked further down the block in silence until little John broke the silence.

"What's wrong Shawny? You seem sad!" John spoke with his puppy dog face.

Shawn massaged his temple and replied, "I'm not sad John. Just annoyed."

"Why?"

"Because of you and Hunter's immaturity."

"What's immaturity?"

"It's the reason why he loves us." Hunter smirked.

The oldest rolled his eyes at his brother's statement.

"It's when you do stupid stuff that makes people like me annoyed." Shawn replied bluntly.

"You don't like me?…" the youngest of the brothers murmured as a tear was obviously being formed in one of his eyes.

"No, no!" Hunter cooed as he elbowed Shawn's gut, "Shawn was just kidding. RIGHT?"

"Yeah I was. Sorry John." Shawn assured as he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.

John nodded as he began to furiously rub the tears away from his eyes. "So… what does immaturity mean?"

"Well you see John." Hunter began, "When a mommy and daddy loves each other very, very much…"

"HUNTER!" Shawn yelled. He pinched the bridge of his nose again and replied in a more soft voice. "Immaturity is just the way little kids act. See John, you're little, and it's okay for you to act immature. But Hunter on the other hand is not a little kid anymore and should grow up."

"I'm not little!" John pouted.

"Yeah, sure you are." Hunter spoke sarcastically as he placed a hand against the cropped hair of John's.

The trio passed by a Denny's restaurant, and John immediately perked up.

"I want to eat!" the youngest shouted enthusiastically.

Hunter looked at Shawn with a "Can we go?" look. The eldest sighed heavily and cocked his head, and with a glare, he silently replied "You know we can't."

The two continued to exchange silent gestures as the youngest preoccupied himself with the pictures of food that hung on the windows of the American restaurant.

Hunter pulled out his wallet and showed Shawn two twenties, hoping that his older brother would think that he was treating them.

"You and I know that you're just going to make me pay for the bill." Shawn rolled his eyes.

"That's because you're the oldest," Hunter grinned

Shawn pulled out his own wallet and looked at his contents, which was four twenties and a ten. He shrugged at the amount he had, thinking that he had less earlier.

"Alright, let's go."

John cheered and ran into the restaurant with full excitement.

Hunter smirked as Shawn face palmed himself.

"Hey, how bad can this be?" Hunter taunted.

"With a sugar-rushed kid and a jerk off by my side, how can it be good?"

TO BE CONTINUED!

A/N: I thought I'd start off the first few chapters with a bit of light family fluff!