Chiro Belonged
"No."
He was a latchkey kid, seldom in the same house as two human beings, much less five monkeys. Much much less cybernetic monkeys with more weapons than a swiss army knife. Each.
As fun as it sounded, and it did sound really fun, he surely wasn't the right guy for the job.
So of course, Chiro declined the offer.
And walked towards the Super Robot's exit. Desperate hands lifted from their sides and followed him the first few inches. But the black one, Antauri wasn't it?, stopped them from following any farther.
"Understood."
His reply was as calm as it got. Like he didn't care either way. Sometime about that hurt, but was so familiar. He walked into the tube that would lead him back down to the Robot's foot.
"But, you always have a home here."
Woosh.
He flew down to the foot, opened the door, and ran out of the Super Robot as quickly as he could, getting hundreds of feet away before he stopped to catch a breath. His hands rested on his knees and looked down at his grass stained sneakers with socks that were taking in more sweat than just running should have produced. Safe. He was safe. He'd gotten away safely.
But he couldn't resist looking back.
A/N: Chiro. What the heck. Why am I writing so much about you.