Cyclone: Prologue

Disclaimer: Hiya! Everyone here reading this story, I give my gratitude. Since the original fangface-123 is unable to continue her legacy, I volunteered to do it for her. This plot along with Cyclone, Ryu, and Daniel belong solely to her and I. We don't claim anything that isn't ours, including Transformers.

WARNING: There WILL be yummy (robot X semi-human) slash. So if you don't like, don't read. And when those slash scenes come up, I'll warn you.

Okay? On with the story!

Tranquility, Nevada

"Mr. Yoochun! I think I am inclined to know what happened to my son this time! So help me I'll have you up to your eyes in lawsuits!" a red-faced, short, and rather stout man proclaimed, making the empty gym echo with the enraged man's voice. The buttons on his dark brown, designer sports jacket were nearly bursting at the seams. His lecture pinned upon a young Japanese teenager.

"For the last time Mr. Kindle, Mr. Yoochun is the Taekwondo instructor, and he is not here at the moment. My name Ryu and I am the Muay Thai instructor here."

"How was I supposed to know? All you Asians look the same!" Ryu growled but held himself back.

"If you wish to speak to him you must come back a week from today." Ryu stated calmly with a light Asian accent.

His ebony black hair was pulled into a low, mid-back ponytail with a few streaks of pure white here and there; and his eyes were a warm chocolate brown. A young boy of only 8 with honey blonde hair stood beside Ryu clinging to delicate-looking porcelain hand. His lips were quivering and hot, salty tears slipped down his rosy cheeks; the swelling cut on his hand causing him great pain. The teenager heaved a great sigh and bent down to the child's level. He gently wiped away the tears and grinned. The little boy gave a 1000-watt smile and the tears stopped coming.

"Mr. Kindle, it's nothing deep. Only a little cut, maybe a bruise or two but nothing to get so mad about. Daniel was only in a little accident and--" the young teen began, but was cut off with an annoyed grunt from the fat adult.

"That is precisely what you said 3 times already! Enough with the accidents! Enough with all this Taekwondo nonsense! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!!" And to emphasize his point, Mr. Kindle landed a hard slap against Ryu's cheek. Ryu was silenced and took a step back from Mr. Kindle. Ryu wanted to knock Mr. Kindle on his fat butt, he wanted to ban him from the dojo, and he wanted to stand up for himself. But he couldn't to do it. Ryu detested hurting people unless it was absolutely necessary. The young boy at his side, Daniel, broke out in loud sobs and clung to Ryu's side in fear.

"Well, if you truly hate this dojo and I enough to point of suing, there are plenty of places for Daniel to have fun… but I really don't think that this is the right place for him if you are going to have a panic attack every time he hurts himself…" Ryu calmly said; his voice a sort of monotone.

"Ha! Fine then, c'mon Daniel! We're leaving and NEVER coming back!" the obese man sneered at Ryu, who immediately looked away from the eye contact. Daniel suddenly had a death grip on Ryu's hand.

"No! I promise I'll get better at Taekwondo! I promise I'll stop hurting myself! Please, let me stay! Please don't send me home alone with him!!" Daniel cried, forgetting all about his cut and sat on the floor, hugging Ryu's leg, and began bawling. That was Ryu's breaking point. Ryu's warm eyes glazed over with hate and him mouth formed a straight line. He wordlessly picked up Daniel, being conscious of his hand, and walked out the door. On his way down to the police department.

7 Months and 1 Court Trial Later…

At 5:15 AM most teenagers were asleep and in bed, not including 17 year old Ryu. Then again, Ryu had more responsibilities than the majority of teenagers. He lived alone, with a 9 year old to take care of during the school year. But at 7:00 AM, he was ready to go, and breakfast was made. Ryu had to admit he was nervous about the first day of high school. But back in the 10th grade when he knocked out the toughest guy in school, Trent the football jock…in 3 seconds flat; nobody hung around the 'quiet Asian boy with weird hair', so he never really worried about friends. He had all the friends he could ever want at the dojo.

But when Ryu went to wake up Daniel, the door was locked. Ryu sighed and knocked on the door. The muffled groan from the 9 year old boy was his reply.

"Daniel, open the door, breakfast is ready! And today's the first day of school!"

"No! I don't want to go to school!"

"At least come out of your room and eat breakfast." After a few minutes the door opened to reveal Daniel, his blonde hair spiky and in a bright red T-shirt and cargo shorts. His big green eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

"But Ryu, I don't wanna go! What if I don't make any friends? What if I'm to dumb to make it past this year? What if--" But Daniel's rambling was cut short by a comforting hug from Ryu. Which he gladly accepted. It soothed his nerves and calmed his young mind.

"Daniel, it won't be that bad! It's only the first day of 3rd grade. You are very nice and fun kid. I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends. Besides, you are very smart for your age. You'll make it past at the top of your class. Just like you do at the dojo." Ryu's gentle voice assured him. Daniel yawned and made his way to the kitchen. And by 8:05 AM, Daniel and Ryu were on their way to the elementary school.

Meanwhile, the Witwicky residence was very chaotic this morning. Sam Witwicky was scrambling to get ready for school. And by the time he was ready, Bumblebee was revved up and ready to head to Tranquility High School. Sam was clad in a plain yellow T-shirt and blue jeans. The 2009 Camaro was out of the driveway and down the road when Sam sighed slumped down in the leather seat. The doe-eyed blonde hologram turned in his seat to look at Sam. The look on his face held pure, Grade-A innocence and was too much to bear for the brown-haired teen.

"Is anything wrong Sam? I mean, if there is I could-"

"No Bee, nothing's wrong, I was just thinking..."

"About what?" Sam sighed as it was obvious that Bee wouldn't stop talking until he pried him of the information he sought after. And knowing Bee, Sam knew that he'd better spill now before the interrogation began.

"I was thinking about a boy. I saw him last weekend at the mall and I can't seem to stop thinking about him. Don't get the wrong idea; I'm not into him or anything but, I just feel like we're connected or something like that. Like I've known him for a long time. The weird part is, every time I think about him, the same word just pops up!" By now, Sam and Bee had arrived at Tranquility high school and the bell had rung. Bee was very intrigued by the information retrieved from Sam, and so when Sam had left the car he left straight for base.

Optimus Prime would know what to do.