Hey everyone, it's much sooner than I ever update any story but I'm really inspired with this one and I won't have much time in the upcoming weeks so there you go. Enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think, what you'd like to see, what you expect from this story. I promise to at least consider Anything (except quiting that is. I won't ever do that if I can help it.)

Two Months After Chiro Went Missing (Antauri's POV)

Antauri hovered in his room meditating. Well trying to meditate. He couldn't concentrate enough to meditate as deeply as he used to since Chiro had gone missing. The only meditation he seemed to be able to do at least half way decent was trying to find his student.

For all his attempts to comminucate with him or find him he didn't have much to show. He couldn't for the life of him find the boy that became like a son to him but he could feel his Power Primate. He could find the presence of his power in the mind planes he entered as he meditated. His presence there, warm and light, full of hope, was the only thing that preserved his sanity through these months.

But he seemed, even in the mind planes, so far away from him. He couldn't "touch" Chiro and he couldn't find him either. But at least he had that light to keep the awaiting darkness at bay. He couldn't help missing his "son" that much.

It wasn't just how he changed Antauri's own life either. He missed the way Chiro took care of the team, like any good team leader would. Or a family member. How he was the playmate Otto was missing, how he would drag Gibson away from his beloved lab to stop him from overworking himself, how he gave Sprx a purpose by being so willing to learn what he had to teach and how he got through to Nova like her hard exterior wasn't even there. And how he attached Antauri himself to the world keeping him from constantly meditating.

Please come home soon son, thought Antauri, or at least send a sign that you are there and you are trying to come back to us. Someone knocked on his door as soon as he thought that.

" Come in."

The door opened to reveal a silver colored simian that wasn't high on any of the team member's list of favourite people. The monkey himself wasn't happy either. He was obviously tense and looked nervous.

" Hello Quintus." Antauri greeted him coolly.

" Easy Antauri, no need to be so cold." The silver monkey said " I'm just here to talk. Besides the reason I'm here isn't to become a part of the team and this is important."

The silver warrior's unusually serious behavior caught him by surprise. In the last month he spent with the team Quintus didn't seem to be any more serious than Otto or Sprx. Whatever brought him here in the middle of the night HAD to be serious. The other part of his statement could wait until later.

The silver simian for his part seemed to be steeling himself for something, taking deep and calming breaths. It was strange to Antauri as he knew the being sitting across from him was %100 machine. The other monkey smiled weakly noticing Antauri's reaction to his oh so alive behavior.

" In a way I am you know." He said bringing the black monkey out of his latest train of thoughts and causing his head to snap up. " Alive I mean. My Creator made and programmed me this way."

" You mean the Alchemist, our creator, programmed you this way?" The robot almost looked amused.

" No the Alchemist is your creator. And it was more than the programming of my Creatorthat gave me life." He met Antauri's questioning gaze and chuckled. To the black monkey it almost sounded like Chiro's. He banished the thought. No, he siad to himself, grief is getting to me.

" Perhaps a little history is in order here." Quintus said. Anything to delay the difficult conversation they needed to have. " My Creator was one of the Alchemist's associates, his apperantice to be precise. The Alchemist thought of a fully mechanical monkey but ditched the idea thinking it wasn't possible. My Creator though knew he could make it if he put enough effort into it."

" You can't imagine all the trouble he went through to make me as alive as he could. I feel through my fingers and feet just as you do. I have hearing better than anything on this side of the galaxy. I have better eyesight than anyone on the team. I can actually smell like a real monkey. I breath to keep my body tempreture stable. I can get chemical energy from food like living beings and I taste them too. I even have fur. Others don't notice it much because it's silver-white like the rest of me. It's fiber optical, due to it I can harvest energy to power my body from the light that hits my fur."

" I can even feel the rays of the sun on my body." He added quietly. "And as if it all isn't awesome enough he managed to give me life of my own, heck a soul. When I first woke up I had an imprint of parts of his own personality and some carefully chosen memories. Those memories helped me learn right from wrong for starters and combined with the personality traits and my own experiences in the world helped me form my own personality. Have a soul of my own. And this is how I came to be me also as alive as anyone." He finished cheerfully.

Antauri had to force himself to close his mouth. He looked at the being seated across from him in awe because how could he not. He was supposed to be impossible here he was and Power Primate indicated he was being truthful. The man that made him had to be a true genius. One even Gibson would look up to. And Otto would be giddy to meet him.

" It wasn't because of his undeniable genius." Quintus said. " He didn't have to make me so alive, so real he could create me as a being more disconnected from the world. He did it because he cared- cares so much."

" I haven't seen him in a long long time now. But I will one day. One day soon." He answered Antauri's questioning look. Quintus sighed. " I must get to the reason I came to talk to you at such a late hour. I stalled enough."

" Well then say what you must." Antauri said sounding more like himself than he did in weeks, the awe he still felt breaking through the thick shell of grief that imprisoned him.

" Like I said I'm not trying to become a part of your team or something. My destiny lies elsewhere but in the same breath our paths are not seperate. I'm here and helping the team because it's a personal favour to Chiro. He asked me to do this."

Antauri couldn't stop the screech involuntary screech. His head swarmed with questions. What? How? When? And about another dozen questions on the same vein were on the tip of his tounge. Quintus raised a hand to stop him before he could get out one of them.

" I'll explain. And yes I believe he will be back." The crushing weight on his chest let up a little and for the first time in two months Antauri actually breathed.

Blimey it took longer than I expected and I had to split what I planned to be the second part of this chapter. But on the bright side chapter three is coming real soon if nothing unforseen comes up on my end.