Title: Three Years Time - Prisoner
Author: Kihaku Yamato
Rated: K+
Category: Super Robot Monkey Team
Genre: Drama/ Angst
Warnings: Slight mention of death, war.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own the rights to the above mentioned series.
Author Note: Part one of two (maybe more). This is my entry to the SRMT's 3rd birthday fic contest.
Spoilers for Soul of Evil (kinda…). Have I mentioned the fact that I despice this piece?
Note to Netbug: I'm not done yet. Give me another day to finish this entry!
- Kihaku Yamato ( 11/08/07)
Shards of glass crunched under his shoes. The noise echoed throughout the abandoned city. A cold wind blew up some of the last pieces of paper left in the area.
The skies were still covered with dust clouds, he noticed when he looked up. Sunlight was a thing of the past for him now.
His feet led him to the overgrown park. He slowed down, barely making a sound against the dry and dead grass. He stopped in the center of the park, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked upon his old home.
The Super Robot still stood in its final position, preparing one last Lasortron Fury against Skeleton King. Vines had woven over the dull armor. The eyes were blank, as they had been when he was forced to abandon it, three years before.
His hand trailed along its foot, slowly reaching the door. Finding it, it took him several minutes before he was able to slip inside. He easily followed the path up into the main room, even if it had been three years since we walked the halls.
An inch of dust covered all that was in the main room, he noted absentmindedly as he froze in the doorway. In the center stood he girlfriend, a shout (his name?) still on her lips. Scattered around was the Monkey Team, weapons out and frozen in time.
His fingers brushed her cheek, still warm. A tear dropped from his face, before he turned away and ran.
On top of the Robot, he sat with tears flowing. He made a mistake coming here, he knew.
This was his price.
To end the war, to stop Skeleton King, he had to give up his freedom.
For three years, he lived in silence for his family, so that they would still have a chance to live.
He was trapped in his own personal prison, for life.
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A/N: Short, but to the point.
Joy. Now if only my English teacher would accept this as extra credit…
