A/N- hey everyone ! here I am again with the sequel of 'Spellbound'. There's no intro this time ! get directly into the story after spellbound. I'm very happy to see the reviews,I hope my friends are still reading this !

Note- there's no pairing in this story, it focuses more on the team bond, friendship and trust.

There he was, away from the crowd, away from his friends, away from the only home he knew, away from everything.

Antonio was leaning against the railing of the pier, staring at the water. The nice, cold water seemed to be the perfect place to end the burning that was going inside, but he dismissed the idea. He stood there dizzy, not exactly knowing what to think. Everything felt so meaningless. Their laughter… memories… faded away. What happened, has happened, there was no complaining about that. But still there was a sharp pain inside him. No, not the burns, it was something more.

"Am I that untrustable?" was the only question coming in his mind.

Suddenly Antonio heard a soft clicking sound. He turned his head to see…

"Octo!" He wasn't actually expecting his zord to come here. "What are you doing here?" Antonio asked as he took Octozord on his palm.

Octozord made another clicking sound in response. A little smiled crossed his face seeing his old buddy.

"You should be with the rangers, they'll need you." Antonio sighed. "Even though I hate to admit it, you don't actually belong to me. The Shiba family is your real owner."

Antonio finished with another sigh. Octozord moved in his hand, then flew up and landed on his shoulder.

Antonio looked up, at the sky.

"Do you trust me Octo?" He asked suddenly. Octo made a noise. Antonio sighed again.

"I know what they're going through and all; it was just a spell, but…" He looked at Octo, "Couldn't I earn any faith from the team? Was I really, always an outcast? Am I such a person that no one can trust? Did they really think I can do such a thing ? Is it so that if someone claims to be right, I'll be considered wrong? I couldn't prove myself, nor am I trustworthy. Am I that bad Octo?" Antonio finished, he could feel a gulp in his throat, tears threatening to spill. He looked away.

"Go back, Octo." He quietly said. "They have the black box; they'll be able to operate you. Besides, I can't even instruct you anymore. You don't need me." Antonio held Octozord out. Octo did another clicking sound.

Antonio gave a sad smile. "I know. We're buddies. At least you didn't get spelled." He took a breath and fist-tentacle bumped Octo.

"Go to your job, buddy." Antonio looked as Octo flew away; he stared at the setting sun, where Octo disappeared at the horizon.

He stood up from the leaning position and moaned in pain, standing straight wasn't easy. His ribs were not fully recovered yet; sometimes he could hear the sound of displacing bones. And so was his heart and mind, all broken.

"Well, well, well; a ranger all alone and unwanted." A voice crackled behind him. "What a pity."

Antonio quickly turned around and saw Serrator standing there. He took a defensive stance.

"You can still be useful, to us." Serrator said with an evil smile and left. Antonio stood there, confused. Serrator's appearance has made it worse.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I don't have any powers. I'm just a person, unworthy, not trustable. It's living like a silhouette…" He finished with a sigh.

The sun was quickly setting down. Even the sun seemed to be broken, fade of light, trying to express a sad burden in the heart which no one can understand.

"The world is such a weird place." Antonio whispered to himself.

A/N- Quiz- how many times Antonio sighed here ? lol. Anyways, I don't know, this scene came in my mind a long time ago, more cheesy than the others! I also have the last scene written, with no middle part !

Tips- you can keep listening to the song 'silhouette' by owl city while reading this story as the background music. It has some similarity with Antonio's condition.