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Chapter Three
The smell of bacon and other substances invaded Chiro's nostrils as he walked in the kitchen wearing the apparel he had chosen today; a black long-sleeve shirt with dark blue jeans on.
Chiro looked over where the stove was in the kitchen to see Antauri hovered in the air as the monkey used his telekinesis to cook the scrabble eggs with the floating spatula; flipping the pancakes with another spatula while placing them on a plate; changing the bacon back and forth on its front and back as it sizzled with grease. Never once did the second-in-command use his hands. The boy still wondered how his trainer could do this without breaking a sweat.
The raven haired child looked over to the table and saw the rest of his teammates waiting as patiently as they could without drooling -the whole time.
As the teenager sat in one of the chairs at the table, the smell of breakfast was too overwhelming for him as his stomach churned in disgust. Chiro placed his arms on the table before laying his head down on it to block out the thought of vomiting there and then.
" Chiro, are you okay?"
Nova. The leader could have reconized that voice anywhere just like the others vocal sounds. He lifted his a head a little to stare in her pink eyes.
" I'm just a little tired."
Chiro forced himself to give off a small smile to reassure her that he was fine. She seemed satisfied with the answer as she smiled back to him. After he saw her turn to talk to Otto about saying something about the weather, he laid his head back down on his covered arms again. Suddenly, he heard Sprx-77 speak up.
" Hey, Antauri! Are you done yet?"
" Almost."
" When's 'almost'?"
" Sparks, you should really be patient with these things. If I hurry up in the process of cooking, I would not get the dish that I wanted to give you perfect."
" Okay... but are you done now?"
" No."
" Now?"
" No."
" Now?"
" Yes."
" Really?"
" No."
Sprx-77 sighed from frustration as he gave up on asking. He crossed his arms with a pouting face on before he too closed his eyes like Chiro's; muttering that no one liked Antauri's cooking anyway while secretly counting every second for his brother to say " breakfast is ready".
Chiro on the other hand was not so famished or impatient about eating. If it was his own choice, he would have stayed in bed or left somewhere to be alone so he could... think. Yes, think. The teenager had been contemplating about a lot of things these days. Mostly about his past that he had tried his best to forget.
The beatings... the screams... the touching... and-
" Breakfast is ready," announced Antauri as he set the table in only a matter of seconds before mentally placing the meals in the middle of the table. He sat in his usual seat before looking up to see his siblings staring up at him for approval to dig in. The spiritual monkey nodded at the silent, pleading question before picking up his fork and taking his first bite.
It was amazing how Antauri could still eat as if he was still half organic and half machine (except he could only eat two cups of food a day if he wished to eat so he won't over work his systems, but he is suppose to at least have a cup of something to drink a day so he won't get dehydrated). He was very thankful for his creator to be so gifted in the scientific world that they all believed Gibson had been blessed to inherit the genius mind of the Alchemist. The silver monkey could not believe that he could still do most of the same things that he used to do like eating, drinking, smelling, tasting, and sleeping ( but in his own way). The only thing that was different was that he didn't have to go to the bathroom anymore or breathe. He was built with an artificial acid that melted down any food or drink so it could become his "blood" cells in his body as Gibson put it for him. With his breathing, it is a habit for him to act like he is accepting air before giving it back. Truth be told, he really didn't breathe anymore but if he wished to blow air, his mind would simply think that he was a squeeze toy that let out air.
The second-in-command licked his lips with his light, pink tongue to get the rest of the taste from his lips. Antauri was still astonished by the advance technology he had recieved. Still to this day after being brought back to life, Antauri would sometimes forget that his lips and tongue were not his real lips and tongue like before, but fake.
"... and then I saw the guy get pushed into the lake by his dog! His DOG!" Otto busted up in laughter after hearing Sparks tell him what he had seen earlier that day. Antauri only heard the last part and smiled a little at the humor. Everyone seemed to be talkative and jubilant at the table. It only lasted for a few minutes, though, when Antauri saw Chiro with his plate empty and his head laying on his arms.
" Chiro, are you okay?"
Without looking up, the boy answered his question to his mentor. " Yeah, I'm okay."
" Well, you certainly don't look it. Are you still tired?"
" I don't know anymore..."
Antauri furrowed his brow at this. Without warning, he suddenly got up from his seat and walked over to the raven haired child. Placing his metallic fingers on the teen's cheek, the sterling monkey checked to see if the boy was hot or not.
Chiro slighty flinched at the cold touch but did not open his eyes. He still felt nausa from the smell of breakfast and the hearing of chewing and crunching. Antauri didn't miss the movement at all.
" Hmmm... you're kind of warm. Maybe it would be best if I took you to med bay."
" But I don't feel sick."
" Don't argue with me, just do it."
Chiro didn't even try to protest this time but got up and began to walk to med bay with Antauri in tow. The second-in-command looked back to his siblings before saying, "I'll be back in a minute. You four just finish your breakfast."
The four monkeys, who had been watching the whole time, nodded slowly before finishing the last of their meal.
When they entered their little "hospital", Antauri helped the boy on one of the beds before sitting right next to him on the same med bed.
" There now... Don't you feel better laying down?"
Chiro didn't even say anything but barely nodded his head in response. Antauri reached over with his hand and slowly ran his fingers through the boy's hair. He knew the child liked it since the teen sighed from being well-content at the moment.
"Now, I want you to just rest here while I get Gibson to ask him to check your temperature. If you start to feel sick, just call one of us."
After telling this to his leader, Antauri stopped running his fingers through Chiro's hair and began to hover in the air. He made his way out the door and to the living room where everyone else was.
The first to see him come in was Nova. She quickly made her way to get to him with the others following pursuit before asking, " Is he okay?"
" I truly don't know. That's why I wanted to ask Gibson if he could go and check his temperature."
Antauri turned his head to stare at the blue monkey. Mr. Hal Gibson answered the silent question that was being asked by his brother." Where is he?"
" He's resting now in med bay."
" I'll go check on him right now, then."
The spiritual monkey nodded at the answer he had recieved. The four siblings watched as the doctor monkey left to achieve his supplies before Antauri brought everyone's attention back to him by acting like he was clearing his throat.
" Now, while Gibson checks on Chiro, let us clean up in the kitchen."
Chiro heard someone enter med bay. He slowly opened his azury eyes before searching for any movements near him. The teenager was soon greeted by Gibson on his side; shaking a small thin, white stick that was none other than a thermometer.
" Are you feeling all right, Chiro?- Sit up for me please. Good boy... Here. Open up and stick this in under your tongue."
"I think so- ibhim" Chiro made almost a mouthful kind of noise with the instrument in his mouth suddenly.
" Stop your chattering for a moment and just let the thermometer do its job."
The boy watched as the blue monkey walked over to one of his tables to pick up something that looked like it squeezed your arm. He soon began to worry about the situation that he was in.
He heard Gibson humming softly to himself while walking back over to the boy. It was a soft and quiet melody. Almost sounded like one of the Beatles songs from the planet Earth, actually. Like the one called... "Lonely People"... Yes, Chiro believed that was what he was hearing.
" I believe it has been over a minute already. " The monkey reached up with his hand and took out the thermometer in Chiro's mouth. While he read it over, he began to rub his chin.
" Hmmm... It looks like you have a little bit of a fever, but nothing more than mortrine couldn't handle."
Gibson placed the object he had been holding in his hands next to Chiro before going to a cabinet near his tables where he kept allergy and common cold medicine for everyone- especially Chiro. The blue monkey opened it up and took out a small bottle of orange liquid with a miniture measuring cup that helped give the right amount of dosage and a small water bottle.
" Here we go..." Gibson mummured to himself as he came back to Chiro, reading the directions on the small container of medicine before opening it up and pouring some of the liquid in the tiny measuring cup after placing the water bottle on the bed. " Okay... It says here that you have to take two table spoons every four hours. Now, open your mouth and swallow this. Just... open... Chiro... stop moving!"
The boy had been tossing his head back and forth with his mouth clamp shut while Gibson tried to feed the boy his dosage. The blue monkey began to get very annoyed now of his leader's childish acts.
" Chiro... don't make me... force you..." The scientist of the five monkeys sighed after giving up his futile attempts of success. In a short second, though, a idea came in his motivated mind. Without saying anything, Gibson walked back over to his table, picking up something that resembled a lot like a remote control. By now, Chiro stopped his tossing when noticing his friend leaving him alone. When his eyes caught sight of the object in Gibson's hands with a big, red button visibly shone on it, the boy's eyes widened in fear.
Gibson caught this eye gesture and lifted his hand a little in the air, waving the remote control.
" Are you going to be a good boy and take your medicine now, Chiro?"
Reluctantly, Chiro nodded. Hal Gibson came back to the table before putting the cup to the boy's lips, who opened his mouth enough to drink down the gagging nictorine taste that tasted rotten on the child's taste buds.
" There... all gone. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Chiro grabbed the water bottle, screwed off the cap, and took a big swing before answering his comrade.
" You weren't the one taking it."
" No, but it couldn't have tasted that bad."
" How about I stuff some of that crap down your throat. Then we'll see if it's bad or not."
" My goodness! You shouldn't say such language, Chiro. I should wash your mouth with soap for saying that... Anyway, you should stop fussing because I need to check your blood pressure. Don't want to get the wrong pressure from any stress in you, eh? Well, we don't have all day so pull up your sleeve and let me put this on you."
As Gibson grabbed the instrument for knowing the child's blood pressure, Chiro was running over every scenerio in his head that could happen when the blue monkey saw his cuts. Would he scream? Yell at him? Call for the others? The boy just didn't know.
" Okay, Chiro. All I'm going to do is put this around your arm and- Chiro? Are you even listening to me?"
" No."
" Well, you better start listening. Now, do what I told you earlier or I'll do it."
" No."
" Are you literally trying to test my patience, Chiro? Look, I know you're sick and I don't want to get upset with you so can you just do this one thing for me please?"
" Do you have to check my blood pressure?"
" Well, I don't have to, but I just want to make sure you're alright."
" Is it alright if I don't get it checked?"
"Hmmm... I suppose it wouldn't hurt... But if I do, you must take your medicine from now on without any trouble. Got it?"
" Got it. Now, can I go back to my room. I'm... kind of tired."
Gibson showed a small smile to the fourteen-year-old before helping the boy off the bed. Chiro was wobbly at first from feeling a little dizzy, but regained his posture quickly with the blue monkey's help.
They reached Chiro's room shortly, dimming the lights for Chiro's benefits.
" Now Chiro," Gibson began," I think it would be for the best if you wear a t-shirt and sweat pants to bed instead of those clothes that you have on. Remember, it is for the best to not be all warm when in bed."
Chiro contemplated if that was a wise idea for him to do, but thought that it would be the best if he could somehow make his friend happy... until he could no longer.
" Um... is it alright if I have some privacy to myself?"
The blue monkey nodded at this before giving the boy a smile with his warm eyes casting over the teen. Chiro couldn't help himself but to smile back.
" I'll go and make some tea for you. That should help soothe you a little. I'll be back in a minute," Gibson explained before he walked out of the room with his tail swaying behind him.
Chiro had watched his friend leave before he averted his eyes to one of his drawers from his dresser where he laid his clothes in. Inside the drawer, under the pile of clothes he wore on the weekends, laid a razar blade that called out to him.
The teen walked over to his dresser, pulling out a white t-shirt and black sweat pants from it. He took off his clothes quickly and put on the new apparel he had just chosen; the t-shirt revealing his slashed up arms. Then, he just stood there, silently, thinking if he should take out the temptation his body yearned for. Subconciously, Chiro slowly let his pale hand snake its way in the drawer, under the clothes where he hid his deepest, darkest secret.
Pulling out the clean razer blade that he had washed before midnight last night, the light on the ceiling made the blade shine almost like it was the priceless of treasures. A smirk crept up on the teen's lips, almost like it was a mix between a playful and sadistic smile with a hint of sadness in the gaps.
Glancing at the wounds he had inflicted himself with last night on his wrist, Chiro decided to let his arm take the gory punishment for today. The boy had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to do his "normal" ritual tonight if he was sick so decided that the best time was now. Hurriedly, the raven haired child went straight to his door, locking it just in case anyone entered when he was... "busy" at the moment.
After locking the door, Chiro walked back over his bed, sat down and searched for the right spot on both his arms that would take his punishment today. Finding one, the fourteen-year-old let the cold blade touch his skin on the right arm first before using all his might to allow the blade to dig in his flesh, ripping it so neatly as blood began to trail down his pallid arm from his small, vertical line...
Antauri walked in the kitchen, knowing that his brother was in there making something. As he entered, the silver monkey instinctively peered over to the stove, saw nothing on the top or no one near it before giving his full attention to movement at the sink.
There, Antauri saw Gibson turning on the faucet as its water obediently fell in the tea keattle.
" How is he?" the spiritual monkey spoke without calling his comrade's name first. Startled, Gibson dropped the tea keattle he had in the sink, turned with a irritiated look before it was placed quickly with being surprised at who he saw.
" Antauri, you startled me."
" Sorry, but I was just worried about Chiro."
" About what?"
" Well, that depends on what you have for me to hear."
" Was I suppose to give you a synopsis on Chiro when he was being checked at the doctor's today?"
Antauri smiled at the little humor his brother was trying to show before he watched the blue monkey retrieve his tea keattle, finish filling it up, turned off the faucet, and headed to the stove.
" That was the plan. Unless... you need help on making tea."
" I'm quite capable of making tea, Antauri, thank you very much. But I would like the help of you telling me how you knew I was making that?" Gibson asked as he placed the keattle on the stove, turned the heat of the appliance on between warm and medium.
" Isn't it obvious?" Antauri pointed out.
Gibson stared at the tea keattle, pondering for a minute before giving a sigh and a small smile as he turned to his brother.
" I suppose it is."
" I don't suppose. I know."
" Very funny, Mr. Know-It-All."
" 'Mr. Know-It-All'? On contray Gibson, I do believe that it is you who has taken that honor."
Gibson playfully glared as Antauri smirked. Before they knew it, the two had suddenly laughed outloud, but not as loud as one would think. They merely snickered at their little joke that had just played between the two. After a minute or two had passed, the two comrades relaxed before Gibson walked over to the sterling monkey, standing a foot or so away in front of his brother.
" So... which part do you want to hear? The part with Chiro's health or how Chiro acted?"
" Which one is the better news?"
" Neither."
" Well then, I guess I must know his health above all, shouldn't I."
" Very well... After I checked his temperature, it read ninety-nine point three. Just about one degree above normal, making it fact that he was indeed sick, but not extremely bad- which I'm happy for. So, I gave him some mortrine to help the small fever dwell down, and now I am making tea for the boy."
" Where is he?"
" In his room, sleeping, I suppose."
" Hmm... You " suppose" a lot, don't you?"
" Now Antauri, you don't expect me to know everything, do you?"
" Yes."
" Very funny."
" I'm not trying to be funny, Mr. Know-It-All."
It was amazing how Antauri could so easily use a serious tone of voice while trying to be humorous at the same time. Talent of being unreadable was strong in him indeed.
" Ha, ha. I'm really laughing. Seriously," Gibson caustically stated as he folded his arms in front of him.
" Gibson, you know I was kidding around, right?"
" I know, but you weren't there to deal with him!
" No, but I am the rest of the time."
The blue monkey sighed as he unfolded his metallic arms. Antauri cocked his head to the side at this before putting it back to where it normally was seconds ago.
" Yeah... I know. You always are, huh?"
" Most of the time, but not always. Like today when you checked up on him. I wasn't there to see the dilemma that you had to put up with. Which I am curious about after your short complaining."
Gibson snorted at the last comment before telling him the events that had happened. All Antauri did was either nod or smirk at some of the things being told to him.
" Well, I wouldn't blame him to not take his medicine, Gibson. After all, it is a common thing for any human to dislike a certain substance that is made to heal your body."
" I know, but I wish that he would at least not be so childish about it."
" But he is a child, Gibson."
" I'm not referring the word 'childish' with 'child', Antauri."
" Well, I am."
Gibson paused and just stared at his comrade; thinking over his words and oddly, the ever growing bondness his leader and second-in-command have developed. Over the past two years, the blue monkey had watched how Antauri acted with the boy. So protective... always giving lectures and chores to the child... putting him to bed... getting him to school... training him... always acting so... parental.
" If I didn't know better, Antauri... It looks to me that you have somewhat... established yourself as Chiro's... oh, shall we say... father?"
" What would give you an idea like that?"
" Well, isn't it obvious?" Quoted Gibson, who only gave his friend a small smile.
" Perhaps the clues to it seems to be believable, but the only person who could ever make me establish to Chiro as a father is none other than Chiro."
" Has he ever told you that you're a father to him?"
"...No."
The two stared off at each other; almost like they each wanted to see what the other would say next. It was hard to say since Gibson seemed to be contemplating while Antauri only gave a blank face to give the answer that he was or was not thinking. After a couple of minutes have passed, the spiritual monkey turned his head to the side, squinted his eyes for a second at a certain direction before turning back to Gibson with his usual expression before breaking the once existing silence.
" I'm going to go check on Chiro right now, Gibson. Also, your tea is going to be done in fifthteen seconds."
With that said, the silver monkey turned his back on the blue monkey, walking slowly off to his destination. His metallic feet tapping on the floor ever so gently.
" Do you wish to be his father, Antauri?" Gibson called out suddenly.; wanting to know the question that has been swimming in his mind at that moment.
The sterling monkey stopped in his tracks, but didn't twist his body around to look at his brother. The question caught him off guard, of course. Yet, he was not stunned enough that would inflict him to not say anything for a while.
" You and I both know the answer to that, Gibson."
Before the blue monkey could speak anymore, Antauri had rounded the corner and left him all by himself. Slowly... quietly, though, Gibson softly let his voice whisper out his response to unheard ears all around him.
" I know..."
As if it was on cue, the tea keattle on the stove began to whistle the loud, annoying racket that everyone hated. Telling the maker of the tea that it was done; knowing full well, though, that he knew it was coming since Antauri told him.
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" Chiro?"
A voice called out through the door after jingling the doorknob to the boy's grey, metal door; finding that it was locked. Startled, Chiro jumped a foot off the ground after allowing a little squeek to come out of his mouth from surprisement.
" W-who's there?"
" It's Antauri."
" Shit!" Chiro thought. The boy looked frantically around himself; realizing that there was no time to clean up his "mess". With his bloody arms, tainted razer, red stained sheets, a small pool of crimson just forming on the floor, Chiro knew for sure that he was going to get caught. " But I have to at least try to not get caught and quick!"
" Um... don't come in!" Was the first thing that came out of the teen's mouth; mostly because it was from instinct.
" And why not?"
" Because...I'm... Getting changed."
He's gotta believe that," Chiro thought from his quick thinking. There was no response at first as the others were like. It finally came, though, after a few moments.
" All right, but please hurry up, Chiro. I need to talk to you."
" Like always..." mumbled the boy.
Finally knowing that he had at least a few minutes to clean up everything, Chiro abruptly ripped the bloody sheet from his bed. He went down on the floor on his hands and knees; quickly making circle rotations to make the sheet grab all the blood off the floor. After doing so, Chiro wiped the razer blade off with the sheet.
" Now where am I going to put this?" He thought as he spinned around to find the best hiding place. Finally finding one, Chiro hurried over to his closet, opened the sliding door, tossed the bloody sheet, and grabbed another blanket from his closet. He went to his bed and drapped the green blanket over his entire bed.
Quickly, Chiro put his razer blade back in his drawer from his dresser under the pile of clothes before picking any long-sleeve shirt. He picked another black long-sleeve shirt, thankfully. Pulling his sleeves down to cover his still trailing of blood arms, the teen pulled the shirt over his head. After wiping his hands on his t-shirt underneath his second shirt, Chiro made sure that no blood was visible to his eyes.
Letting a sigh of relief wash over him, Chiro walked over to his door, unlocked it, and opened it wide to greet the monkey waiting outside his room.
" Well, that was longer than I had anticipated and what is that smell...?" Antauri mumbled the last part, but Chiro didn't catch it.
" Well, I guess I'm kind of a slow guy."
" No, you're only like that when it comes to getting out of bed for school."
Chiro had to walk away from his door and act as casual as possible after hearing the word 'school'. The very thought of it made him think of the past two months and right now wasn't the best time to think about it.
Automatically, Antauri followed the teen ( closing the door with his telekinesis) while watching the boy sit on his bed. Suddenly, he stopped. After taking a couple of steps in Chiro's room, Antauri smelled the rather peculiar and familiar smell lingering in the room he had spoken about before, but now it was three times stronger than it had when the boy opened his door.
" Chiro."
" Huh?"
" Is that blood I smell?"
Chiro stiffened. He tried his best to control his breathing while his mind was screaming at him. " He can smell twice as better than you or any other monkey here, idiot!"
" Blood? What blood? I don't smell anything."
" Well, I do."
" Are you sure? Maybe one of your circuits are loose or something because I don't smell anything..."
" Chiro, you and I both know that I can smell, but only the smells I have smelt in my last body. Remember Gibson told us that and with the fact that I can't smell any new odors or any other scents from now on because my body can't take that much information to absorb at once?"
" Oh yeah, huh... But its not like it's as powerful as feeling heat or coldness, right?"
" Actually, it's just as powerful."
" It... is?"
" Why yes. How was I able to sense that your regular body temperture was point six degree higher than normal."
" Ah...-"
" Exactly, and now that you have re-learned why I still somehow have two of my senses, I would like to know why your room smells like blood."
" Antauri, I have no idea what you are talking about."
Chiro exclaimed. The silver monkey didn't respond but unexpectantly, folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes with a look that sort of resembled his meditation look: calm, collective, and contemplation.
Becoming a little panic in the situation, Chiro began to fidget with his hands while he was going crazy inside his head from whatever his friend was thinking about. His thumbs twirled around each other like they were partners in a dance competition doing a perfect rumba.
" Chiro," Antauri called his leader's name without opening his eyes.
" Y-yes?" Chiro hesitantly answered.
" The blood... the stench isn't just any foul smell like I had scented before many times... This is a certain blood that I would only smell in battles or from careless accidents... Chiro," Antauri began now opening his eyes slowly, " the scent of blood is coming from you."
"No... It's impossible! How did he figure it out?" Chiro mentally shrieked.
" I have no idea what you are talking about-"
" You're lying."
" No, I'm not."
" You just did it again. Why are you lying right in my face?"
" I'm not lying!"
A pause, then, " I don't believe you."
Chiro gritted his teeth together as he got off his bed suddenly and walked over to Antauri. They both locked eyes before the monkey spoke again.
" The smell is at its strongest from you just standing there."
" I have no idea what you are talking about, Antauri. And now I would like it if you left me to be."
" No. Not until I find the truth here."
They both never let go of each others blue eyes. Chiro with glares and the second-in-command searching.
Antauri used his "smell" to find the place where the blood was coming off the boy's body. The monkey knew that the his leader was bleeding but where? He was starting to smell the stench coming off... Chiro's arms. Confused, the sterling monkey didn't know what to say or think at the moment. " How is it coming from his arms?" he thought. Before he could ask or say anything, there was a sound:
A single drop.
It was the size of a raindrop but it was certainly heard from his hearing. Antauri let his eyes drop to the ground quickly and saw to his astonishment, the tiniest drop of blood as the size of a raindrop. The second-in-command knew what would happen next. Without any hesitation, Antauri grabbed Chiro's arm (causing him to say "hey") and with his advance speed, drew back the boy's sleeve to see what exactly the monkey was searching for.
His eyes widened as he froze in place. The first thing Antauri saw was blood. The crimson liquid let itself gently touch the tips of the spiritual monkey's fingers. The second thing he saw were the brutal slashes across the child's bare arms. Instictively, the monkey sucked in air that was none other than a gasp. For once in his life, Antauri was lost at words. He only looked up at Chiro with a plantive stare before slowly saying.
" Chiro..."
The raven-haired child, now shocked and frightened, ripped his arm away from his friend and staggered back. His sapphire eyes were wide and full of fear from his secret now being revealed. Antauri tired to walk forward to say something but Chiro suddenly barked out, " Stay away!"
Surprised, Antauri stopped walking forward and said, " Chiro, this isn't right. You need help. Let's go to med bay and clean up those... cuts you have before figuring what to do next." Again the sterling monkey tried to walk forward and reach out to him, but was soon stopped when the child yelled at him.
" STAY AWAY!"
Suddenly, Chiro ran. He pushed Antauri out of the way and wrethced his door open before he zoomed away. The monkey regained his posture after catching himself from falling with his telekiness. Startled and afraid about what would happen to the child, Antauri ran after him.
The teen never stopped running when he past by his fellow teammates, causing Gibson to spill the tea everywhere when he accidently bumped into him to get out the robot's door. His bare feet hit the city's streets quickly while the rain that had began to fall hours ago, let out its roaring anger with the painful drizzles over his body.
He heard voices calling him not long behind and knew for sure that it was Antauri and the others that ran to find him. Chiro was glad that he left his communicator in his room. Rounding the corner of a building, the child found himself in an alley. Seeing a huge dumpster, the teen hid behind it and waited. The child stayed hidden so he could catch his breath but continued to peek towards the entrance of the alley.
Minutes passed by like seconds with the rain pounding on anything it made contact with. Chiro's sapphire eyes searched desperately for any unknown movement, but nothing came. The street up ahead was deserted with no people or monkeys at all to be seen. Believing that he was safe, the raven haired child turned his attention away from the entrance and leaned his head back against the dumpster. " It was foolish to run, " Chiro whispered to himself while his wet hair fell in front of his eyes. He pushed it to the side with one of his hands. " They will never stop looking for me."
The teen closed his eyes. Enjoying in the numbness he began to feel from the coldness of the rain. He was like that for a moment before he suddenly sneezed, and sneezed again, and again. He wiped his nose on his sleeve which was turning red from the nip of the cold.
" Great. I'm stuck hiding behind a smelly dumpster in the rain while being sick."
Chiro sneezed once more. He decided that maybe he should find dryer ground if he was going to be out here. The teen tried getting up but miserably slid back down from exhaustion. " I must have gotten worse from running and being in the rain." He thought. Even with this thought, that didn't stop him from trying to get up.
The fourteen-year-old tried once more to get back to his feet. This time, he was successful. Feeling a little dizzy, Chiro leaned against the wall for support. " Next time, I won't get up so fast," he mumbled. After resting like that for a few moments, the child pulled loose from the wall and slowly walked to the entrance of the alley.
He peeked around the corner for any signs of his teammates before he would proceed forward. Nothing. Chiro walked out on the sidewalk, contemplating on what to do next. If it wasn't for the rain, it would have been silent as the grave on the street he was on.
The boy could only let his eyes roam on the lonely road and buildings surrounding himFor a second, his mind wandered to a question that he had been thinking over for the past two months. " Should I tell Antauri and the others?"
He still was confused on this question for he didn't know which was the best answer, but right at that moment, it looked like he was going to explain everything to his fellow monkeys. So that seemed to be the only answer. Unless...
Unless he killed himself right now.
Considering it for a minute, Chiro was about to either jump off the roof of one of the buildings or slit his throat with the sharpest object before something stalled him. What would the others think? How would they feel? He really didn't think about this much since it only made his process to actually do suicide slow down. That was why he didn't kill himself on that unfateful day two months ago because of them.
Chiro knew if he began to think about them, he would feel guilty and heartbroken at once for doing such a thing. Relunctantly, the teen began to think about them. Seeing Sprx always giving off his cocky remarks; Nova pounding Sprx over the head; Otto giving off his joyous laughter; Gibson telling another therom to him in geometry.
And Antauri... Antauri always finding a way to help him sleep either its the stroking of the hair or a little lullaby to past the restless time.
Chiro closed his eyes suddenly from the the memories overwhelming him. "Maybe...," he thought, " Maybe I should tell them what happened and see what we should do from there."
Because of the memory of his teammates, Chiro decided to go back to the Super Robot and tell them everything instead going forward with his suicide. A small, smile was placed upon his lips as he was going to walk.
But before he even got to take a step forward, a voice spoke behind him.
" Hello, Chiro."
The boy froze. His eyes widened in horror as he slowly turned around to the dreadful person with the voice. There, standing right behind him was none other than him. Chiro wanted to run for his dear life, but his feet were stuck to the ground it seemed. He wanted to scream for Antauri and the others, but lost his voice as he only gapped. Instead, the person in front of him spoke.
" I've been waiting a long time for this," he seductively said.
Before Chiro could react, the person in front of him grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, brought his fist up, and punched the boy square in the face before throwing him into the wall.
Chiro groaned as the world around him began to swirl all around him while painfully watching the man walk over to him before being picked up bridal style. That was the last thing he saw before his vision dissolved to the darkness with his conciousness slipping away.
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A/N: Yeah! Done with chapter three. Now isn't that a faster update? Except, just to let you know, I didn't think it was a very good way how Antauri found Chiro's cutting problem since I didn't write very well at that moment, but it still came out good, I hope.
Also, I explained a little about Antauri's senses so I hope it makes sense, and with Gibson, I hope I wrote him correctly since I found him like a British person, you know? Always proper than the others... I think.
And another thing, I had two people thinking that this would be a good Chiro/Antauri fic. Now, for anyone who was suspecting this in the story, I'm afraid I'm not making it a Chiro/Antauri fic because I didn't want it in this story. BUT I have came to ask everyone who is reading this if they want me to write a Chiro/ Antauri fic. So, does anyone want me to write a Chiro/ Antauri fic?
Please review and answer my questions and please tell me know how you think I handled Gibson.
Thanks
P.S. Oh and about the poem I wrote, it ties into the story. Especially in future chapters.