Hello, I am "Broseph", or Mr. McGilliCuddy if it matters and thanks for coming and I hope you enjoy my story, hopefully I'll be able to keep this rolling on the same track but, I have plans. Tell me of any grammatical error I've tripled check but that was like 3:00 in the morning.

"Thinking out loud"

"Thoughts"

*Audible Sounds*

As the dying light from the day settled in the west, as night began to wake, a different kind of lifestyle became alive in dark corners. Only those who went searching for these degenerate activities in lowly alleyways could actually find it. This is where one such boy would find less than legal thrills but they filled the mundane day-to-day that everyone seemed to enjoy, even if the other guy wasn't a really. This is where he found a nice little niche for himself, his brother was always telling him to use this big brain of his.

In front of him was tight ring surrounding two mechs dueling for superiority, one, a brightly colored bot made up of what would looked like salvaged pieces from many different robots. Its legs, though almost made from the same design, were different colors one blue, the other yellow. Connecting them to the chest was a mid piece with the face of lion fixture in the middle. The chest was decorated with a large golden chest piece with a black orb centered in the middle showing signs of being its power source. Its arm stemmed down from large shoulder pieces protecting the sides of its helmet that gave off an ancient Chinese vibe.

*Pew-whizzzzzzz!*

Rushing in toward the other fighter, the bot took a large step with its left foot, stomping down, releasing the right fist in the direction of its adversary at a breakneck rush backed by compressed carbon dioxide gas. The other bot standing firm as the chain fist closed the distance between the two. If its face could show any emotion, it wasn't at all afraid but what could expression would it show, it was a robot. Its face wore a devilish smile with sharpened teeth on top of red face paint, its body an even stranger design. Combined together were three black-graphite fingerless metal links that pivoted on each side of three horizontally connected magnetic metal actuators.

*Bang!-thud-cla-clatter*

*Chik-chik-chik-chik-calink* the fist returning back to the bot's arm.

The black bot, though menacing before that fist attack head was but was now jus a heap of three disheveled pieces its face, even after being disposed off, still showed the menacing expression of a robot who thought it actually had a chance of winning.

"HA-HA! Yes! I knew you could do it Megazord!" A voice yelled over the roaring applauds echoing off the closed in walls of the alley, "Guess your bot wasn't as cracked up as you said it was kid". A young man bragged across the ring to the other fighter.

"Yeah kid, nice try!" A rough looker in crowd spoke up.

"What's wrong little man HAHA?" Another said.

"Aww Look I think he's about to cry" a scarcely clothed women cooed.

Across the ring in front of the broken robot sat an even younger boy who seemed very out of place compared to the older guy, his head full of black spiky hair hanging low with his chin tucked into his jacket's zipper but underneath no one could what was really going on. On his face he wore a devilish smile, kind of like his bot was. Looking up, his determined glare bored into the windows of his opponent's soul, pulling his bot controller further apart popping up a hidden set of buttons. His opponents shared this look with the crowd they finally realized just how unprepared they were for what was about happen.

"Priceless" the boy thought to himself, his grin growing larger. "Alright how about we try this again", mapping out a quick command on his controller the individual pieces that made up his bot rattled to life, rolling towards the middle piece combining together to recreate the fighter still showing the devilish grin over red paint.

"Whatever kid, you're just gonna down like the last time", said the older fighter reactivating his bot fighter it, making it striking a menacing pose ready for action. Pressing a couple of controls his bot shot one of its chain fists forward in a repeat move but unlike the previous time the other robot sidestepped to the right facing the chain with its body as it whizzed past.

"What the…" the boy said under his breath for sure believing that would have worked a second time as did much of the crowd "awing" in disappointment from not seeing another quick victory. In a quick secession, he let the other fist go as the other returned to its body; he wasn't going to let up on this kid. So he'd missed, sure, "but sooner than later kid I'm gonna blow your bot to bits like last time"

*Pew-Whizzzzzzzzz!*

The fist blasted off from the bot's arm with a burst of air his owner directing the fist to take a unconventional flight pattern hoping that it would throw-off the way this kid was controlling his fighter but that didn't connect either, doing a quick move, the black bot pulled a three-sixty turn back to it's last spot in the middle of his half of the ring startling the older boy on how he couldn't land any of his hits.

The young boy looked on with an expression of lazily amusement, "Are you okay man, I thought you totally would have had that one, maybe you should try that again ". Trying to get a rise out of the other guy who became flustered from the sudden turn of events, red in face and not wanting to lose the winnings he made this night he let loose a complex array of button mashing recklessly pulling out all the stops.

"Come on, COME ON! I can't lose!" angrily thought the older boy, mashing so many buttons now that he really didn't know if they were coordinated or just whatever he thought would work, which was funny since he was the one who programmed the damn thing.

*Pew!-whizzzz-chink* *Pew!-whizzz-chink*

Fist after fist, the older boy took an aggressive front against the younger boy's bot who continued to dodge with a apparent ease, the crowd quieting down in confusion and surprise, the first bot won so easily how could he start losing this badly so suddenly?

"What just happened?" A guy in the front of the crowd whispered.

"Man I couldn't really tell you" Said a guy to his left, rubbing his eyes in disbelief but only to see the fight again and going wide in the eyes.

"Haha man do I love this part, well time to finish this Megabot." The younger boy was having a lot of fun toying with guy but it was getting late and he didn't want anyone to realize that he was gone.

*Whip-tshh!* *Whip-tshh!* *Pew!-whiz-chink*

Ducking and dodging, the small black bot moved smoothly through the barrage of chains whipping through the air and rocket propelled fists. Under and over he jumped and slides under the attacks, it was getting in the other guys head,

"Will you stand still? So. I can. HIT YOU!" The older boy was losing it, he was throwing everything he had at this stupid thing but he couldn't get a single hit on it, How could this happen? Glaring down at his controller looking for a way out, he mashed up on controllers left and right sticks releasing the both the robots fist in tandem hoping that this time it wouldn't give the little punk anywhere to go.

"I knew you would do that Haha you're done" the younger boy thought anticipating the older boy becoming so frustrated that he would fire both punches leaving his robot with nothing to protect itself with if he got his bot in close. As both punches rushed in to finish the job, the adrenaline of both the bot fighters and everyone in the crowd slowed down the speed of which everyone was seeing the fist fly through the air. Time slowed down, the older boy was so focused from the blood rushing to his face he could hear his own heartbeat thumping against his chest wall with heavy thumping. His eyes never left his robot as tunnel vision let it taking away his focus from his opponent, so he couldn't notice the younger boy still wore even though his bot just stood there as the attack closed in.

*Whirrrrrr-chink-clank-clank*

Right as the rocket fist were about to connect with the younger boy's robot, it split apart only to come together again in a tight circle, like a coiling snake, around the two chains connect the fists to the body.

"What!? No, NO!" The older boy was official scared now, he prepared for this now he was caught with pants down, figural speaking. He made his bot pull and yank back on the chains but that damn robot wouldn't budge he turned his own attack into a leash.

"Oh yes! Oh hooo yes!" The younger boy clicked out a couple commands from his controllers ready to pull out his coup d grâce. His bot's hold onto the chains coiling tighter until…

*Clank!*

The sound of various links could be heard as they were being crushed under the immense pressure were heard as the chains connected to the fists fell apart dropping to the ground like a headless snake, he older boy couldn't believe it, no one could. Coming together the smaller bot rushed forward going in for the kill the older boy shuffling his eyes between his bot and the controller, looking for something to defend himself with pressing buttons hoping something would happened. The smaller bot rush in dipping under a weak swing the other bot made, part of the chain whipped limply in the direction of the swing showing just how helpless it really was. Upper cutting the armless robot, the smaller bot slide back out of reach as the bot brought its arms, left over right, across its body trying to trap the smaller one only to end up tangling the limp chains into a tight metal braid down to the fist less tips.

Seeing an opportunity, the younger boy commanded his bot to back out from the other's immediate area until it was far enough to grab the tangled chain by its end, taking a hold. With an upwards tug, the bot brought it up in front of it and slammed it down creating a powerful wave that traveled down the chain towards the defenseless robot. Once the wave reached the other bot it loosely lifted it freely into the air before the smaller bot yanked on the chain tightening the rest so he could have more control. With a spin, so that they were facing his side of the ring, and with a downwards yank the chain, slamming that bot's back, the bot came crashing down, coming apart into individuals limps, the head make a graceful trek of bouncing towards its creator making a timid spinning until it faced him.

"Bruh…" the defeated young man said looking up from the disembodied head of his defeated fighter looking up to the boy sitting across from him, "…What?"

Watching with mouths hung, eyes bugged wide open, the crowd was silence for a brief moment trying to fathom what they just saw before erupting in a deafening cry of excitement and whoo's ringing out after watching the biggest come back in a bot fight that any of them had ever seen.

"Are you alright man?" I was swear you had that Aha" the younger said picking himself walking over and dipped forward before picking up his robot eyeing it, front and back looking over it for signs of battle scars.

The defeated man only sat on bended knees picking up scattered pieces of his disposed robot, tears started to well up in his eyes as he still couldn't understand just what in the hell happened.

Seeing that the other guy was starting to cry, the young boy shot the female handing him the money he'd won an embarrassed look that made it seems that he felt genuine empathy but broke out through the congratulatory crowd, not wanting to stay long since the sun what starting to rise up from out of the bay. Rushing to the lower east side where his home was ahead he could see the three-story building coming into view. It's main story decorated with various signs, on said that the area was, non-smoking another showing that an ATM was available. On the side where the building faced the ocean water hung a green, ribbon shaped, sign that said, the Lucky Cat Café, it was his aunt's restaurant that she bought a few years ago, it's been doing pretty good lately,

"Probably because of the summer weather or something", the young boy thought to himself slowing down from jogging speed to acting out everything like he was in a full-on stealth missions like in some of the video games he would play.

Creeping up to the front to the door, he gripped the handle giving it a little pressure to the right knowing that you can be as quiet as possible but that little *Ka-lunk* sound a door makes when you turn the knob too fast would be a dead give away that someone was trying to get in unannounced. He turned the knob the rest of the way seeing if he was in the clear,

*…*

Silence, nothing, looks like he was in the clea…

*Dinga-linga-ling*

"SHIT!" After all that work he just went through to sneak his way inside he forgot the freaking bell at the top of the door.

He looked around, any movements he were to make right now, the tiniest twitch of the finger, his ass would be caught by his aunt, or even worse...HIM. Not to the literal expression, we weren't taking able the crab man ballerina from that ancient cartoon from television, no this was much worse; if he were to be caught by this individual…he didn't try to entertain the idea. After giving up thinking that someone was going to come downstairs and catch him he started his trek inside dodging tables and chairs that would be occupied by customers in a couple of hours by the look of the clock. After making to the stairs in the back left corner of the shop he began phase two: first, reach the third story, next, hop into bed, then, finally roll in this dough he made, the money he won that night that is. The second and third story of the building where living spaces, the first, a family room, the second, the attic, the latter was which he stayed.

"And HIIIIIIIIIIM", hissing silently in his mind, taking ballerina steps as he made to the second flight of stairs hearing a sound to his left.

"Yawwwwwwwwwwn", like a delicate dancer his aunt came shuffling out of her bedroom in the far corner of the room, shirt hanging off one shoulder and pajama pants caught under her slippers.As she continued to sing the song of her people she looked out through the darkness, seeing a short little blob standing near the stairway. Rubbing her eyes she blinked rapidly wondering if she was just seeing things.

"Huh, she said, "I got to stop stress eating" sighed to herself looking around, "I wonder where Mochi is?"

Midway up the second flight of stairs the young boy was glued to the wall, chest heaving up and down with eyes bugged right out of his head. "Holy crap that was close!" he thought, "I gotta be more careful, don't want another talking to by Aunt Cass but at least I'm almost home."

Taking quicker steps up to reach the rest of the way the boy slowly released the breath hitched in his throat knowing that he was almost there. Looking around as he made it to the top of the staircase he saw an attic space converted into a bedroom, to the left, a large space with a messy bed in the middle and a desk in the corner, toys were sprawled out every, a worthy space for a young man such as himself. Taking careful weighed steps he tiptoed further into his boy cave, careful, because he knew what lurked among the darkness. To his right past a set of dividers was a second bed surrounded by shelves and a dresser both organized with books and journals. In the bed he could make out a large lump,

"Great looks like his still asleep I'm home free," shamelessly grinning to himself as he turned his back to the room and used the wall as leverage so that he could take off his shoes, not wanting to sit on the bed.

"I'm sitting on that thing until I'm for sure gonna lay in it, don't want to mess up now."

Completely with his guard down he was able to get one shoe off before…

"I'd wonder when you'd finally be back…"

Quicker then he could think, he'd spun around, obviously frightening by whatever omnipotent figure of a higher power choose his lowly soul to spy on from whatever ninth dimension universe they resided in; but he knew he, was not that lucky. At the desk was a dark, leather chair with a high back that begun a slow turn before stopping in front of the boy. There, sat a young man, older than him by a couple of years, stroking a plump, orange and white cat, on his hand was a ominous looking gauntlet, golden like treasures only fit for a king with five empty crevices, interestingly giving off a hum like it was yearning for something.

"Lets the stand on ceremonies here, Hiro." The figure in the chair spoke in an impatient tone waiting for the culprit to plead his case.

"Uhhh…Hey there Tadashi ha ha how's it hanging?" Hiro timidly said leg slightly bended, on the count that he still had a shoe on.

"How's it hanging?" Tadashi said, "Hiro you can't keep doing this!" starting to raise his voice and jumped from the chair, apologetic to Moshi for dropping him to the floor.

Taking the gauntlet off his arm Tadashi chucked it into a box in the corner that was filled with a slew of junk pieces and broken circuit boards. Without giving a second thought to the thing he threw, Tadashi walked over to his brother.

"Ugghh, Doing what?" Hiro said in an aggravated tone turning around to finish the job of taking off his shoes but was interrupted as Tadashi spun him back around.

"When are you gonna learn that bot fighter is just a dead-end beat, you're not going to get anything out of it, you need to get your priorities straight!" bringing his voice back down to a whisper lined with a hint of protectiveness.

Slapping his brothers hand away Hiro kicked off his other shoe walked over to his bed and took a seat stretching out his back like a guy coming back from a long day on the job,

"What priorities, I'm fourteen remember?" He said before kicking his feet up, lying back with his hands behind his head. Tadashi could only look in amazement at how many cares his brother didn't give about anything,

"Except bot fighting." He thought to himself.

Tadashi *sighed* "You knucklehead,"without the energy to go on he walked back to his side of the room.

"Hey I'm doing something I'm actually enjoying, life gets boring sometimes ya know?"

"Yeah yeah" Hiro looked at the back of his bothers head with a straight face before turning over in his bed so that he could get some much-needed rest.

*Beep!* *Beep!*

"What the…?" groggily, Hiro opened an eyelid to see what was trying to take away something that so precious to him. On his desk sat the culprit, an alarm clock going off that said 6:45.

"Ugggggghhhh are you serious," he groaned sitting up in his bed, he couldn't believe he wasted the entire night again, "Well whatever wouldn't be the first ti…

"Oopf!" Hiro grunted after taking a shirt to the face, pulling it off his head he looked down at it, until he throw it to the ground in disgust, it was the shirt his brother had slept in, "Ewwww."

"Lets go Mr. Prize Fighter, I think can I smell Aunt Cass getting breakfast started" Tadashi joked as he walked past Hiro's bed after putting on a fresh shirt. Throwing a glare his way Hiro spoke under his breath, "Yeah I show you what smells,"

"What was that?" Tadashi said poking out from the staircase.

"Nothing!"

"Ha I thought so,"

"You boys up? Breakfast is ready!" They both heard from downstairs, their aunt putting plants of food on the table.

"Coming Aunt Cass," Tadashi said shooting a look towards his brother before rushing downstairs hoping his food wouldn't get cold.

Hiro was still in his bed taking a look around almost like he was looking for something but ultimately was just zoning out…

*Grrrrrrrrr…* he could hear his stomach through his ears.

"…Well I am hungry," he said hopping back out of bed hoping his brother didn't already eat everything.

Through the south side window we can see Hiro and his brother in the dining room arguing over who would get the last of the meal before their aunt placed another pan full down in front of them. The sun finally rose above the bay's waterfront splashing the San Fransokyo with its light, her life's blood beginning their days greeting each other with the same hustle and bustle as any other day. The city that never sleeps as you could say, the underground activities meshing its ending with the beginning of the next morning greeting each other in silent passing. That was the lifestyle of the city, never mix the docile peaceful living of the day with the speedy momentum driven night. That's how it's always been, at least, up until now, because up above their fare cities skies, next to the giant koi-fish painted turbines, was changed. San Fransokyo is a different kind of city than anyone has seen before for a reason, and everyone, including its own citizens was about to find out why.

-After Credit-

"…"

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Listening…"

"…"

"I can hear you breathing…"

"No man listening…I didn't notice it until now, this jet is the most quietest thing I've ever heard"

"Bro you can't hear quiet and I personally know your dad, you don't have to brag to me on how "innovative" he is." A young man putting imaginary air quotes around the word as he spoke towards his friend sitting across the lounge table.

"Yeah but who asked you?"

"…You did," he said with annoyed expression across his face

"Really? …Don't remember." The boy shrugged receding back into his mind after finding nothing to gain from their conversation going to itch his chest, hand midway in the air, he stopped.

"I almost forgot," The young man thought looking for something interesting to stare. Finally accepting that the airplane cabin wasn't a barrel of laughs he looked out the window hoping he'd see something even mundanely fun. Outside the window the young could see giant turbines in the sky,

"Those must be the 5000 kilowatt weightless quadruple rotor wind farms they're so famous for. Looks like they're using a orbital angular momentum Bessel beam to keep them from crashing into each other…"

"What'd you say?"

"Huh, oh nothing I was just…thinking to myself," the young man said trying to avoid another conversation looking out the window once more. He could finally see the city skyline approach from the distance, "San Fransokyo…greaaaaat."