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eastofthemoonHere's the first of the requests I got. A Gourry and Zack fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dqbunny
I do also have a couple of my sketches done, and I'll probably be posting those within the upcoming days. So keep an eye out *glances tosecondlina and zenavvy *
Gourry sensed Zack was upset. Normally, when he came to the store, Zack would be bouncing up and down, anxious to see what new items there were in stock, or he would run off with Rowan and Lori to their rooms.
This time was very different. Zack barely said a word as Amelia dropped him off for Gourry to baby-sit for the afternoon. Instead of tugging on his shirt as he often did, Zack curled up in the corner sulking. He asked Amelia what was wrong, but she was just as clueless as Gourry. All she could tell him was that Zack had been rather moody since that morning.
This left him pondering what his options were. Whatever was bothering the boy, Gourry couldn’t count on Rowan and Lori to cheer him up. They had gone to help Lina get supplies downtown and they wouldn’t be back until long after Zack went home.
So, it was up to him. Gourry finished shelving the latest stack of spell books and ventured to where the small boy sat. Zack barely moved as the swordsman took a seat and joined him.
“Mind telling your favorite uncle what’s troubling you?”
Zack buried his head into his folded arms. “You’re my only uncle, Uncle Gourry.” His fingers toyed with the edge of his shirt. “And there’s nothing bothering me.”
Gourry leaned back. “If that were the case you wouldn’t be hiding in the corner like a mouse.” He patted the boy on the head. “Come on, tell old Gourry what the problem is.”
Zack’s head shot up with a fierce glare. “He said I looked like an elf!”
Gourry blinked. He wasn’t expecting to find out that quickly. “Wait, who did?”
“One of the councilors, I don’t know his name.” Zack gave a slight growl. “He was talking to Grandpa, saw me and laughed saying ‘He really does look like an elf’.” The boy jumped up. “I do not look like an elf!”
Gourry stroked his chin. He could understand how he was feeling, but the fact was Zack did look like an elf. Even Gourry had made the exact same comment when Zack was born. With his fair skin he got from his mother’s side and the pointed ears which were no doubt Zelgadis’s contribution, it was easy for people to mistake him for an elf.
There was no question this was going to haunt Zack for the rest of his life. Gourry folded his arms. “Zack, I hate to tell you this, but you have to realize you do look like an elf so a lot of stupid people are going to say that.”
Zack scowled and was ready to argue, but Gourry shushed him quickly. “Let me finish. Given that this is the case, my advice to you is to just ignore it.”
Zack rolled his eyes.
“I know, easier said than done, but you’re just going to wear yourself out if you let it keep bothering you like this. Besides, there are worse things people could call you. Trust me.”
The boy kept his scowl. Gourry leaned forward. “Look, I do know how you feel. Believe me. When I was a kid, I was called ‘squirt’ all the time.”
The swordsman grinned in triumph as Zack’s expression of anger turned to shock. “YOU?! But Uncle Gourry, you’re huge!”
“Sure, now, but I was a runt when I was a kid. It runs in the family.”
Zack raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean Rowan is going to be big too?”
“Let’s not change the subject. My point is, it drove me crazy when people called me ‘squirt’ or ‘runt’, but you know what I realized?”
Zack titled his head. “What?”
“It’s easier to let that stuff go. What people say are not going to change who I am. All that’s important is what I think of myself.”
“Even when Aunt Lina calls you a jelly-fish brain?”
Gourry laughed. “Well, that’s more of a nickname, but let’s talk about that some other time.” He climbed to his feet. “So feel better?”
Zack dug his toe into the floor. “Maybe, a little.”
Gourry patted the boy’s head. “Tell you what, if anybody gives you a hard time with it, just tell me or your dad, we’ll be glad to teach that person a lesson.”
Zack giggled. “What about Mom or Aunt Lina?”
“No, because we don’t want to risk Lina blowing up Seyrune.” Gourry sweated at the image. “I doubt your mom would go to that extreme, but women can be fierce when it involves their kids.”
Gourry turned his back to Zack and knelt down. “Come on, I’ll give you a piggy back ride to the store room. We got in some new dragon figurines.”
Zack grinned with delight as his small arms clamped around Gourry’s neck. The swordsman grinned to himself, satisfied that things were back to normal.
dqbunnyI do also have a couple of my sketches done, and I'll probably be posting those within the upcoming days. So keep an eye out *glances to
secondlina and zenavvy *Gourry sensed Zack was upset. Normally, when he came to the store, Zack would be bouncing up and down, anxious to see what new items there were in stock, or he would run off with Rowan and Lori to their rooms.
This time was very different. Zack barely said a word as Amelia dropped him off for Gourry to baby-sit for the afternoon. Instead of tugging on his shirt as he often did, Zack curled up in the corner sulking. He asked Amelia what was wrong, but she was just as clueless as Gourry. All she could tell him was that Zack had been rather moody since that morning.
This left him pondering what his options were. Whatever was bothering the boy, Gourry couldn’t count on Rowan and Lori to cheer him up. They had gone to help Lina get supplies downtown and they wouldn’t be back until long after Zack went home.
So, it was up to him. Gourry finished shelving the latest stack of spell books and ventured to where the small boy sat. Zack barely moved as the swordsman took a seat and joined him.
“Mind telling your favorite uncle what’s troubling you?”
Zack buried his head into his folded arms. “You’re my only uncle, Uncle Gourry.” His fingers toyed with the edge of his shirt. “And there’s nothing bothering me.”
Gourry leaned back. “If that were the case you wouldn’t be hiding in the corner like a mouse.” He patted the boy on the head. “Come on, tell old Gourry what the problem is.”
Zack’s head shot up with a fierce glare. “He said I looked like an elf!”
Gourry blinked. He wasn’t expecting to find out that quickly. “Wait, who did?”
“One of the councilors, I don’t know his name.” Zack gave a slight growl. “He was talking to Grandpa, saw me and laughed saying ‘He really does look like an elf’.” The boy jumped up. “I do not look like an elf!”
Gourry stroked his chin. He could understand how he was feeling, but the fact was Zack did look like an elf. Even Gourry had made the exact same comment when Zack was born. With his fair skin he got from his mother’s side and the pointed ears which were no doubt Zelgadis’s contribution, it was easy for people to mistake him for an elf.
There was no question this was going to haunt Zack for the rest of his life. Gourry folded his arms. “Zack, I hate to tell you this, but you have to realize you do look like an elf so a lot of stupid people are going to say that.”
Zack scowled and was ready to argue, but Gourry shushed him quickly. “Let me finish. Given that this is the case, my advice to you is to just ignore it.”
Zack rolled his eyes.
“I know, easier said than done, but you’re just going to wear yourself out if you let it keep bothering you like this. Besides, there are worse things people could call you. Trust me.”
The boy kept his scowl. Gourry leaned forward. “Look, I do know how you feel. Believe me. When I was a kid, I was called ‘squirt’ all the time.”
The swordsman grinned in triumph as Zack’s expression of anger turned to shock. “YOU?! But Uncle Gourry, you’re huge!”
“Sure, now, but I was a runt when I was a kid. It runs in the family.”
Zack raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean Rowan is going to be big too?”
“Let’s not change the subject. My point is, it drove me crazy when people called me ‘squirt’ or ‘runt’, but you know what I realized?”
Zack titled his head. “What?”
“It’s easier to let that stuff go. What people say are not going to change who I am. All that’s important is what I think of myself.”
“Even when Aunt Lina calls you a jelly-fish brain?”
Gourry laughed. “Well, that’s more of a nickname, but let’s talk about that some other time.” He climbed to his feet. “So feel better?”
Zack dug his toe into the floor. “Maybe, a little.”
Gourry patted the boy’s head. “Tell you what, if anybody gives you a hard time with it, just tell me or your dad, we’ll be glad to teach that person a lesson.”
Zack giggled. “What about Mom or Aunt Lina?”
“No, because we don’t want to risk Lina blowing up Seyrune.” Gourry sweated at the image. “I doubt your mom would go to that extreme, but women can be fierce when it involves their kids.”
Gourry turned his back to Zack and knelt down. “Come on, I’ll give you a piggy back ride to the store room. We got in some new dragon figurines.”
Zack grinned with delight as his small arms clamped around Gourry’s neck. The swordsman grinned to himself, satisfied that things were back to normal.
