Jayne had finally had enough. The night before, his father had yelled at him about being bullied. He had then proceeded to shove the boy about until Jayne stood firm. So when the boys taunted him, he stood firm with a scowl, waiting for them to do more than taunt.

"Oooo, he looks mad today. Don't hurt us Jaynie. We give up!" Hodd put his hands in the air in mock surrender.

"The hwoon-dahn is starting to look pretty much like his hwoon-dahn pa." Steven stated in a stage whisper.

"That doesn’t even make any sense!" A third boy chimed in. All five boys began to laugh uproariously.

So now Jayne was fed up. He bore little love for his father, but he had finally had enough of these boys. He suddenly tore into them. At first they laughed as he charged them with his fists clenched. But it wasn’t long before howls of pain took over. They were ready to take him seriously.

Jayne went for Hodd first. His left fist smashed into the bigger boy's jaw before Hodd could block it. The left was followed by a quick right uppercut to the diaphragm. Hodd grunted deeply and landed on his rear in the mud. Jayne had no idea how he had learned to fight. It all suddenly just came to him. After only a few more punches the five bullies backed off.

Jayne was victorious, but not all together unscathed. Hodd had caught him in the side of the head with his fingernails and blood oozed from the two shallow cuts. He also had gathered a number of new bruises from the resistance he had faced. To top it off, his knuckles were split from hard contact.

Jayne did not even consider his minor injuries. He walked home in high spirits. "Ai ya, it feels good to beat on people!" he shouted to the drizzling rain.

The fight did not exactly make his mother happy, but she was relieved that he would not be beaten up anymore. She efficiently tended to his battle wounds while chiding him fiercely. He could only grin like an idiot. His father, on the other hand was elated not only that Jayne had stood up to the boys but that he had beaten them soundly.

"And, boy, don't you dare whinge about your knuckles. Jist go ahead and keep workin' 'em out on thick skulls." He laughed and proceeded to show Jayne his own meaty hands. Sure enough, there were scars from lacerations just like Jayne's. Jayne appraised them admiringly.

******** Ok, so it is apparent that my muse for this story left. I have the basic idea though. Jayne becomes endeared to dad. Jayne becomes big bully and terrorizes all kindsa kids. But Jayne still loves mum and lil bro and cares for them. At some point as he's a bit older, dad takes him somewhere and gets in a brawl and kills people and stuff. Then something happens. And crud. At some point dad hits lil bro and he becomes a bit off in the head. Jayne is kinda tormented by his dad's actions, but still wants his approval. You know the drill. Anyhow. At some point the two of them are somewhere and Reavers come. Jayne escapes unscathed, but dad doesn’t. In fact, dad dies. This sorta explains why Jayne is meanish and bullyish. It also explains his rather unseemly fear of Reavers. And also his love for Mum and Mattie (who I've assumed is his brother.)

So. At some point I hope to actually write it all out. But for now, you have my idea. Love it. It is all I got right now.