Hello my name is , (The name was given by my bestest friend who is writing this authors note ^_^ AKA I am HisanKanpeki). This is a new story me and have decided to write. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do ^-^

"Stay in the yard, Derek. We'd like to keep an eye on you, honey." A young crouching mother said softly to a young boy while holding his hands. The boy smiled up at his mother, then turned his smiling face to his father. The mother stood, and as his father pulled her close she let the boys hands go.

His father said, "Well go on, scooter. Go play with that new car!"

The boy then waved and ran off into the yard, having no objection with his father's request. The young boy had waited for almost a week, since he first saw the little remote-controlled car, for this day. His fifth birthday. The small boy picked up the small control for the large, off-road RC vehicle and proceeded to drive it around the yard. His parents looked on in love and pride at their greatest achievement in all their average life, their son Derek.

The small family was definitely average. They had average jobs, an average house, lived in an average neighborhood, and owned an average TV. A TV that showed almost daily televised fights between giant, aggressive, futuristic robots taking place all over the world. They never told their son about it all because they believed he would never understand. They also naively believed that they and their son would never have to worry about it all.

But, they were an average family in one other regard. They couldn't foresee that would very soon have to worry about it all. That one of those very same robots was racing toward their small home, intent on escaping another robot chasing it. They in truth would never even know...The young boy, Derek, had taken the RC car to the corner of the yard, and he never saw it coming either.

Not far above the small family's home, and just outside the limits of the small town they lived in, there was a small blue jet engaged in evasive maneuvers as another jet, ridiculously painted dark purple and pink, tried its very best to shoot the small blue jet down. Not with mere rockets either. An endless barrage of heat-seeking missiles was chasing the poor, unlucky, small blue jet.

The blue jet suddenly did something jets dont do. The little blue jet expanded along lines in the plates, rearranged those plates, and transformed into a humanoid robot. A robot from the news. A Transformer. It caught great wind resistance, shot past the rocket, and slammed into the purple jet. The purple jet also transformed, but grabbed the blue robot and started falling. Above was an armada of heat-seeking missiles, still following their prey. Below was a small neighborhood and a small, naive family.

The jet-robots exchanged punches, and if they could be heard one could almost swear he heard them arguing over something. But no one within earshot ever did. The two robots crashed down through the roof of the house, meriting a scream from Derek's mother, but that was the last noise she ever made.

The two robots rolled away from the rubble of the house and away from the small family just as the barrage of missiles attempted to pull up. They never did. A dozen missiles crashed into the average family's house, destroying it and the nearby houses as well as well as the owners of those houses.

Derek was blasted clear across the road, but, as if by an act of god, landed in a deep pool. The blast had disoriented him, but otherwise he was okay. He surfaced and looked toward where is home once stood.

"Mommy?" He asked. He then cried out, naively believing she would hear. "Mommy! Daddy! Where are you?"

The blue Transformer looked back as he jumped, retransformed and flew off, but that was all. The purple and pink one never even looked. Derek clambered out of the pool, and ran back across the street. Pieces of burning rubble littered the ground around the old foundations of the once small home.

"Mommy? Mommy, where are you? Are you ok?" He saw his loving mother's hand under pieces of wood from the deck. He ran over and pulled, pulling her free from some of the rubble. He head was bleeding profusely, and he body was badly burned. Derek saw his dad further in the rubble and he was in worse shape. Derek wasn't even sure it was his dad because of the burning. Derek wasn't a mature boy, but he was a smart one. He knew what this meant.

"No, mommy no! Wake up! Don't die mommy! Mommy no! Daddy please! Get up! Help mommy! She needs you! Daddy! Mommy!" Derek started sobbing as the neighbors finally started coming out to see what had happened. Derek put his head down on his mom's already slightly cold stomach and one neighbor picked Derek up and carried him away while he sobbed. His birthday was supposed to have been a happy day...

Derek, now fifteen, awakened from his dream. The same dream he had seen almost every day for ten straight years. The day those careless robots had taken his everything from him. Derek sat up, already fully dressed, rubbed his eyes, and prepared for his day.

He had been living with his uncle and aunt, Carl and Sarah Summers, since the incident that he relives every night. Carl ran a junkyard, and didn't much care for Derek personally. Dereks room was actually a storage shed beside the office at the front gate of the junkyard.

Carl didn't even care if Derek went to school or not, but Derek usually did anyway. He was actually going to go today, the first day of ninth grade. If for nothing else than to learn about wiring, mechanics, and robots. For the past three years, Derek had secretly been building something that would let him fight on equal ground with the Transformers and get his revenge. A robot suit.

There was also one other secret Derek had.

"On." Derek touched the wall, nowhere near the switch, and the overhead light flipped on. A power had manifested itself after the trauma of that day. A power that Derek had yet to fully explore. A power normal humans shouldn't have. Derek was a fifteen-year-old, vengeful genius who had an interesting alchemical and electrical power of manipulation. Derek pushed the door open and started walking to school. "Well, let the day begin."

I loved this story mad some revisions for for him (First time writer) But I'm oh so proud of my Otooto!