Warnings: fight scenes, slave selling, trama to kids, abuse of femmes.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Bleach or Transformers.

Ichigo glared at the titian lording over him a large hammer resting over his shoulder, the crowd cheered at this emanated defeat. It wouldn't be the first time he was in this situation since landing on this strange mechanical planet. But like all other times, he wouldn't let beat him, just as the large hammer came swinging down Ichigo sprang. He rolled right then, on one hand, swung around with his leg stretched out kicking the larger mechs legs out from under him.

The mech growls out an insult, using his longer reach he tried to grab a hold of Ichigo's smaller and lighter form. Ichigo hop back a few steps forcing the mech to get up and use the hammer to hit the black and silver blur. It became a dance of dodging for Ichigo, having had previous experience with that hammer to remember what getting hit by felt like. His break came when that hammer swung down and stayed down long enough for Ichigo to run up its length allowing him access to the surprised mechs face.

The fight went downhill from there. The mech twisted hard enough the Ichigo became unbalanced and was thrown off the other mechs frame. The rust-colored mech grabs Ichigo's foot and throws him into the nearest wall. Ichigo falls to the ground dizzily looking up at imprint he just left before he was air born again. After the third time of being pounded into the ground did clarity return to the teen. The next time he was hefted up Ichigo kicked out with his other free leg and struck the mech in the eye. Ichigo was dropped as the mech howled in pain. With the mech distracted Ichigo darted in close and in a series of moves had the mech flat on his back with a previously hidden blade biting into his throat cables.

The rust-colored mech huffs, "I give." He says before grinning, "Not too bad kid still not enough though to beat Megatron but not to bad at all."

Ichigo grins back, taking the blade away he helps his opponent up. "I would say the same, but I think you have slowed old mech," he teases back.

They both stood to the roaring spectators before both were ushered out of the ring. The older mech playfully punched Ichigo in the shoulder being careful of the painful dent that he left there. Ichigo shrugs his shoulders once; twice before silver panels slid away and segmented wings sprang out. He sighs in relief, having his wings tucked away in his frame was always a painful experience, even if it was a necessity.

"I am still surprised that you haven't reformatted to have to things better protected or removed," the older mech says.

Ichigo rolls his shoulders again and flicks his wing before fanning them out. "I've looked into that, but these things are attached to my protoform, medic said I could have them look more like sensor panels rather than flight wings but I might go a tad insane."

The other mech snorts, "Flight wings huh? Might as well change em. You haven't been allowed to fly since old Megs brought your unconscious aft in here."

Ichigo was about to retort when the hall was filled with cursing and giggling. The rust-colored mech's grin spread into a feral smiled.

"Looks like you little mechs are causing trouble again," he teases.

Ichigo huffed tucking his wings close to his body, "Not my little mechs. They just won't leave me alone and I am the only one who takes time to discipline them." He waves to the other mech, "See around Impactor."

"Later Kid."

It had been about a year ago Earth time since Ichigo landed on Cybertron. He had woken up to a changed body and with the news that he was, for now, a slave to the gladiatorial rings and its current champion, though the mech hadn't said so in so many words. Ichigo had not been pleased, but he was given a chance to leave. He just had to defeat the current gladiator champion, that fight ended with him injured and in debt to the mech who spared his life. Punishment for trying to leave ended up with him chained to a wall with spikes driven into his wings. Ichigo had gone unconscious from the pain. For there he was forced into fights and barely won before given some glowy blue liquid that barely filled him up before being shoved back out into the rings. When he stopped fighting did his life get marginally better, he got a small bed in a room he shared with two other fighters and access to a cleaning station. He took a while to figure out how to use it.

He used the time not fighting to get much information as he could on his new home. He wasn't human anymore, but a winged cybertronian; his body was black with silver highlights, his head had a silver face surrounded by matte black with three red slashes going over one golden eye. He had a retractable visor in a burnt orange shade and clawed hands and when he smiled, he had set of fangs. He didn't know robots could have fangs.

His feet hadn't changed all that much, they were still foot shaped but instead of toes, there were plates that helped with balance. Though they might have changed much trying to walk on them became an embarrassing challenge. He sometimes still had trouble with his balance now with wings added in the equation. Learning to survive hadn't been fun and Ichigo still planned on escaping with or without defeating Megatron.

Which was looking more and more like a pipe dream. No matter what he tried to find out it seemed that the put bosses had a way to stop one of their products from escaping. He absentmindedly scratched his shoulder, somewhere on his person there was a chip that would detonate after a certain amount of distance. Every mech and femme in the gladiatorial ring had one though he suspects that some of the higher gladiators had them removed.

He stops as giggles echoed down the hall he was traversing. With a sigh, he waits leaning against the wall, no for long though as two separate ped steps came running past him. Just as twin red and yellow blurs raced by Ichigo snatched both by their scruff bars.

Two screeches had Ichigo winching before he was able to speak. "Mind telling me who you pranked this time?"

The kicking wiggling twin balls of hissing metal. Ichigo having some experience with wrangling pain in the asses, look what he had to do with Renji and the entire squad Eleven. Another sigh, he held the two sparklings up and out as he took them to the one place both hated.

The always cold, dank, and near dark…bathroom.

There were three types of bathrooms in the arena. The one most sought after were the ones only the pit bosses and top gladiators used, it had warm solvent both baths and showers and was well lit. the second was the most commonly used, it had warm solvent for about twenty minutes before going lukewarm then cold. The only baths were used by the prositibots when with clients. The showers were standing room only being very cramped. Ichigo had to squeeze in and his wings ached for hours afterward. The third and almost never used was the bathrooms in the very bottom of the arena. Half the showers didn't work, and it was poorly maintained. Ichigo was sure that someone would get a rust infection if they weren't careful. No one like using this bathroom, but some didn't have a choice. Ichigo used it more as a punishment for the twins since both hated the cold solvent.

They struggled more once seeing where they were being taken. The yellow one tried to twist in his grip and bite Ichigo's hand. The red one just went limp but Ichigo wasn't fooled, he knew that red menace was saving his energy. He learned that after meeting them the first time, the twins were smarting that others gave them credit for. Its how the two has survived for so long.

"Will you just stop," Ichigo said with a parent's weariness. Some days he did feel like a parent when these two were concerned.

"NO, put us down," Sunstreaker demanded.

"We didn't do anything…this time." Sideswipe says.

Ichigo gave them a look showing that he did not believe them. He stops before the door that leads to the underuse washracks. "Alright you two you have a choice," he says gaining the twins' attention, "You can either fess up and we can leave, or you can keep quiet and get a cold freezing dip your choice."

He knew he had them was they did that silent communication thing that all twins did. When his sisters were younger, they did the same thing. When they both nodded towards him Ichigo lifts Sideswipe to his shoulders and places Sunstreaker on his hip.

"He had it coming," Sideswipe started. "Said how he was going to win the next match and how he would turn Carmine into his next conquest."

"Who said this," Ichigo asks with a glint in his eye. Carmine was the twin's carrier and worked as one of the few femmes who weren't a pleasurebot but still catered to the gladiators. Many had wanted to berth her since Ichigo had been there and since he started looking after the twin's half of those stopped harassing her.

"Juggernaut," Sunstreaker growls.

Ichigo nodded, he has seen the monster of a mech strutting around like he owned the place. He wasn't a champion, he wasn't even ranked that high Ichigo ranked higher then he did. The mech towered over Megatron and kept trying to challenge him. So far, the mech was rebuffed and ignored. From the way the twins hated him, the mech had put his sights on their carrier, and Ichigo while saying he was not going to get involved couldn't ignore one of the few bots in this hell hole who had taken the time to help him in his first year.

"She working tonight?"

"Yeah, she has to cover another femme that got turned into the newest pleasurebot," Sideswipe answers.

"Alright, you two are staying in my room then." That was also becoming a common occurrence, during the times Carmine worked the twins would either be training or staying hidden in Ichigo's room. Luckily his roommates were going to be out for the next few days. One in quarantine for a rust infection and the other was at another arena.

"are you going to guard Carmine then?"

"Not exactly, she'll get in trouble if I hung around. So, the only thing I can do is make sure she gets there and returns to you two afterward. Big, dumb, and ugly can't touch her while she is in the palace."

They silently talked again but nodded, and soon they were both happily telling Ichigo about what they did to Juggernaut. Sideswipe is the more animated of the two, Ichigo only had to stop him from falling off his shoulder twice. Sunstreaker only grunted when needed but otherwise, he snuggled, which he would deny, into Ichigo's warmer plating. The once human was surprised to learn that he ran warmer then what was consider normal, but he put it down to his already weirdness.

It was a nice afternoon, only to be spoiled when Megatron crosses paths with them. Ichigo didn't hate the mech not like how he hated Aizen or certain others, but he did like the silver mech either. Megatron didn't either try to be nice or mean to him, he just treated him like he treated most of the younger fighters.

"Ichigo, you have a match tomorrow," he says once he sees them.

Ichigo blinks up at the larger mech, "What? I just had one."

That was one of the rules, if a fighter had a fight or two in a day then they get the next day to recuperate. This rule applies to youngling fighters, new fighters, or fighters that are recovering from previous injuries or recovering from emergence.

Megatron crosses his arms over his massive chest, "The owners have decided that you would be fighting Juggernaut." He says as a way of explaining as though Ichigo should have known already. He glances at the tense frames of the twins and raises a ridge at the three of them, "I do hope you win, the mech is becoming an annoyance."

Ichigo frowns, "Then why don't you fight him, you're the one that he wants to fight."

The silver mech smirks down at the smaller black and silver mech, "I don't fight those that don't stand a chance."

Ichigo jerks being careful of the twins, "Then what was fighting me then," he near shouted.

Megatron actually laughs, "You stand a better of a chance against me and provide a lively match." Then he was gone, Ichigo was fuming he didn't want to fight some jackass, but he knew that he couldn't refuse.

The twins looked up at him, "Are you will you be able to win?" Sideswipe asks softly. Sunstreaker doesn't say anything but Ichigo knew that he was troubled as well. For all their big talk they were still scared kids stuck in a bad environment.

"I will, you two are to still stay in my room until your mom comes to get ya or I do, okay?"

Sunstreaker nods but tilts his head, "Why do you call our carrier that?"

Sideswipe shakes his head in agreement, "Yeah we never heard that word before, but you always speak weirdly so we don't think much about it, but that sounds like a special word. You use it only for carrier, is it a special word?"

Ichigo manages to smile even though he is frowning inside, "Yeah it is really special."

The twin's glance at each other coming to an agreement that they would use that word and no one else. Because Ichigo used it only for their carrier and no one else. That and they rarely see the older mech smile like that so the word must be extra special.

"You promise to tell us stories later?" the red twin smiles sweetly.

Ichigo isn't fooled for one second, "Maybe later if your little pranking spree doesn't fall back on me." He smirks.

"Okay!" the two chirps before bouncing off, "See ya later Ichigo."

The once human watches them leave before deciding that he needed to rinse off. He heads back up to the second wash racks, it was usually somewhat empty at this time of day and Ichigo planned to take full advantage. He wanted to soak in the oil bath before the rest of the fighters arrived.

Life for him has been somewhat better since he had appeared here, compared to his previous life. Here there was no soul reapers, a soul society, or once friends treating him differently. Here he was on his own with only a few beings dependent on him. Of course, they would say that he was dependent on them. He in those first few months he had made a name for himself among the femmes and carrier mechs. He was a little shock to know that mechs (Males) could get pregnant but that wasn't as bad as having the prostitutes trying to repay him for his generosity. To this day they all tweeter about how cute he was about his shyness.

The older femmes were grateful for his assistance and sometimes Ichigo would find little gifts in his room tuck away under his berth. To this day he doesn't know how they get in his room, but he doesn't mind the sweets he shares with the younglings whose parents were fighters or who were bought to be fighters. He may not like the idea of kids being trained to fight in these games, but he had little power to do anything. He was in the same situation.

When he met the twins, it was after saving their mother from a very handsy shiny mech. He would not have interfered, such sights were common, but the look on her face let him know that the attention was unwanted. After a one-sided chat, Ichigo escorted the femme back to her room where he was tackled by a pair of angry optics. They didn't knock him down he just wasn't expecting to be attacked by a pair of sparklings. In any other situation it would have been funny, he was teased by their mother sometimes. After letting them interrogate him the twins decided that they would stalk him for the next few months, which endeared him to the non-fighting bots of the Kaon gladiator arena. Megatron would even comment on it and warn him not to get attached before disappearing with one of his lackeys.

That was one mech the Ichigo couldn't figure out, he does remember waking to this mech over him. The silver gladiator was responsible for all his punishments and brutal training. What Ichigo knows now was taught to him by the current champion. He still pops up to give Ichigo his fight schedule and whatever the once human should have already known. The short meetings never were good in Ichigo's opinion and had left him with a bad impression of the silver mech.

Now, he was surviving, he still missed his family and his friends. There are times he wants to go home and go back but other times, other times he liked living in this new world. He just wishes that he wasn't living in this hell hole. Here he was free with nearly no obligations to anyone but himself, and he feels bad about this, but he is kind of glad to be away from everyone he knew. Here he can look out for himself.

Now he just needed to get out and explore this new world. That was easier said than done. While he wasn't a slave, he was able to keep the credits after winning matches, he couldn't leave of his own free will. He had found out after one traumatic incident, a young mech had tried to run only the moment he exits the coliseum his head explodes. Ichigo had seen it while sitting near the top of one of the walls, the shock nearly caused him to fall. Megatron later sought him out and was kind of enough to tell him that all lower level fighters and slaves had special chips implanted somewhere in their frames. Those who were not slaves and who were the elite gladiators didn't have them. Ichigo had a more modified one courtesy of Megatron and Soundwave, only they could trigger it should he decide to run.

Ichigo wasn't all that surprised but he is the son of a doctor, and ever since learning of the chip had been trying to find it on his person. He had found the ones on the twins, but their carrier wouldn't let him look for the one on her, but she had thanked him profusely for freeing her sparklings. The black mech sighs as he enters the wash racks that were thankfully empty. He starts the oil bath letting hit the right temperature before lowering himself in the blessed heat oil. While his body relaxed Ichigo's mind wandered, he kept going over all the information he had about Juggernaut.

The mech was dumb in the once human's opinion, but he was also the type that once backed into a corner would be dangerous. Ichigo fought a few humans like that, but where they were of the same size, Juggernaut towered over him and out massed him. The winged mech wasn't worried about losing, Ichigo was confident of his skills to win, but he knew better than anyone how the tables can turn against you. He turns over resting his arms and head on the side of the pool and fans out his wings letting the oil seep in the hinges and seams.

"Say what you will about spas, this run-down pool is heaven," Ichigo hums.

"If this is heaven then you'll die of love if ya went into the elite racks," a voice that Ichigo never heard before chuckles.

Ichigo peeks up over his arms and scowls up at the silver mech that wasn't Megatron. This mech was slimmer, streamline, and had two sharp looking flexible horns on his helm. This mech was someone that Ichigo has never seen around, but he could also be one of the free fighters that show up every now and then.

"And you are?" he asks as the mech made himself at home in the oil.

"Just a mech exploring the arena," he dodges the question. "who are you?"

"Just a fighter," Ichigo says back. It caused the silver stranger to grin.

"Are ya a slave or just here for a thrill?"

Ichigo turns to face the mech, "how is that any of your business?"

The mech shrugs, "Just a question my friend."

Ichigo wasn't fooled and the mech was making him uncomfortable. Thinking that it was time to head back to his room Ichigo stood to an excuse on his tongue.

"You don't have to run mech, just having a friendly conversation."

Ichigo looked over his wing, "a friendly conversation is one thing, but you're creepy." He was out of the bath and halfway to the door.

"Are you being kept here against your will?"

Ichigo froze at the door, "isn't everyone here?" he asks instead then leaves.

He tries to keep himself from running like a little kid to his room. Though once he was sure that the stranger mech wasn't following him he did power walk and shut his door locking it. If anyone wanted him, and not that many did, had ways of getting his attention.

The next day Ichigo stayed close to his room resting for his match later in the evening. He was joined by the twins who spent the rest of the day chattering about this and that. When he did leave his room to get fuel, he saw the silver mech, Ichigo spent the time ducking and dodging avoiding the mech to and from the fuel area. Luckily, it seemed that the mech had lost interest in him and Ichigo soon had other things to think about.

It was time for his match and the crowd was roaring for spilled energon. Right now, they love the larger mech, Ichigo knew this because as soon as he steps out, the jeering started echoes to kill him drifted out and down to Ichigo's audios. But he ignores all that and focuses on the mech in front of him who was sneering at his much smaller opponent.

"going to make you pay runt," the larger purple and red mech say. He growls when Ichigo doesn't say anything, "you think you're better than me runt?" he snarls.

Ichigo kept ignoring him, he drops into a stance ready for the fight to begin. Juggernaut snarled at the smaller mech, he hated being ignored by the other mech denying him what he wanted, being Megatron's favorite. Every femme loved the mech lavish their affection on him when he, Juggernaut, deserved it more.

As he circled the black mech, he grins. "You're not that bad of a looker," he purrs, "Maybe I can take you as my prize, I bet you're still sealed." He licks his lips and hums, "You would look so pretty riding my spike, my hands on those pretty wings."

Ichigo nearly tripped, then he snarled back, "You ever shut up?"

He didn't give the other time to answer. Diving forwards he slashed at the mechs abdomen only to twist swing his leg out. Juggernaut, however, leaps over Ichigo snagging a wing throwing the younger mech up in the air. Ichigo twisted firing his turbines to give him a little lift before dropping behind the mech scoring away some purple paint. He tried to ignore the pain in his wing, no doubt it had been dented. Leaping away when one hand tried for his leg Ichigo back flipped then darted back in the mechs personal space.

Ichigo hadn't brought out any weapons yet, he was waiting. If he could bring Juggernaut down before having to then all the better. But if he had to bring out his weapons then the fight wouldn't last long as the crowd wanted. With an annoyed sigh, Ichigo danced around the larger mech taking hits and giving more in return. But unlike most opponents, Juggernaut wasn't tiring, in fact, if Ichigo didn't know any better he says the mech was getting stronger. Which proved to be true when again Ichigo found himself staring up at his own imprint in the arena wall. His back felt off like one side was lighter than the other, looking back he hissed when the pain hit. One wing wasn't there anymore, looking across the field he saw his wing in Juggernauts hand being tossed aside.

Warnings were flashing on his hub, he was losing energon fast. Ichigo shoved all that away and stood, he was a little wobbly, but he was standing on his own power. He could imagine what his zanpakuto would say to this if they were still there. He would get a scolding of a lifetime that was for sure. Two blades shot out of his arms, they resemble his bankai blade without the hilt and was more silver than black. What made him think of comparing them to his sword was the design on both blades. A grinning skull with slash marks.

With speed he was known for, Ichigo seems the disappear and then reappearing in the air slashing down on Juggernauts exposed neck. The purple mech howls, the wound wasn't fatal, but it was leaking a lot. Ichigo growls at the miss as he launches into another attack striking at Juggernauts mid-section and smiling when the blade slid in. He uses the blade as a springboard and flips up striking down with the other blade hitting the mech in the shoulder nicking the main energon line. Ichigo is thrown off but not before taking one of Juggernauts optics out. He lands on his feet watching the purple mech cry out. The ground was soaked with energon most of it belonging to the purple mech. Ichigo saw his opportunity and quicker then anyone could follow the black mech was standing next to Juggernaut, he grabs his sword that was in the mechs stomach yanks it out then stabbing it in the larger mechs leg. He strength he never has shown before Ichigo twits the blade cutting the leg off, with a scream the larger mech goes down. Back on Earth Ichigo would have backed off after downing an opponent, now he goes in for the kill. With his blade mere inches from the other mechs neck, Ichigo is stopped from finishing by a large hand gripping his own.

"That will be enough," Megatron's voice cuts through the battle haze.

The arena was silent, the crowd in shock. Juggernaut whimpering on the ground with Ichigo still standing over him with his arm in Megatron's hand.

"Congratulations Ichigo, you've won," the champion says. That breaks the audience's silence and soon the entire coliseum is shaking from the roar.

Ichigo pulls away from the down mech blinking. He could hear familiar voices two of which should have been in his room. Looking over he sees the twins standing at one of the openings to the underground. He barely notices his arm being release or having the arm being raised. He doesn't notice Juggernaut being taken away but he does notice when he was being led back to the underground.

"I believe you have dented every wall in the arena now," Megatron jokes the frowns, "Don't make a habit of it. Now there are several mechs who want to meet you." He places his hand on Ichigo's back.

Ichigo shy's away from the touch, it was too low near his rear that he was comfortable with. "I'll be there in a sec, there are some twins I need to talk to."

The large silver mech nods, "Very well but don't keep them waiting. These are mechs that can and will make or break your life." He then turns and leaves.

Ichigo watches him go before going to find the twins, he tried to ignore all the mechs and femmes who stopped to congratulate him. After dodging the hundredth mech Ichigo found the twins with their carrier. He braces as they tackle him talking all at once, Ichigo couldn't help but smile.

"Ichigo you should go to the medics," Carmine says taking in all his injuries. Ever since meeting Ichigo she has seen him as a third creation. Her sparklings have said so on more than one occasion, they practically adopted the older mech. Carmine was older than Ichigo, she was sure of it, but he acted older.

"I'll be fine; besides I have to go see these mechs that Megatron's tells me I can't ignore," the black mech says removing Sideswipe when the red twin tried to climb him back.

Carmine frowns, she knew of the silver mech but surely, he would let Ichigo get mended before meeting such important mechs. "Then let me tend to some of your wounds after this meeting, go straight to the medics," she firmly said.

Ichigo nods placing Sunstreaker on the ground before turning to leave. "I really should-

"If they are the mechs I think they are then you shouldn't go leaking all over the place," she argues. "Sit down here and let me patch you up."

"yes mam," Ichigo sighs and sits.

It isn't long before he is feeling somewhat better. When he stands to leave Carmine places a hand on his back, "Make sure to get your wings repaired okay," she says then nuzzles he head.

Ichigo blushes, or it feels like he is blushing, with a mumbled goodbye he heads straight to the room Megatron was waiting for him. "you took your time," he says.

"Wouldn't let me leave without patching me up," it was the truth.

Megatron grunts and waves him inside. Sitting in a circle were five mechs and one femme, Ichigo was placed in the very center of the circle. He recognized one of the mechs as the mech who met him in the bath. That mech gave him a cheeky grin and wave.

"now the bidding will start at 500 credits!"

Ichigo jerks around, he couldn't believe it, he was being sold.

"He isn't worth 500," the femme says.

"didn't he have wings? He only has one, what good is he with only one wing?" another mech says.

"Flyers are rare outside of Vos, selling this one in this condition devalues him, fix him up and then maybe he would be worth half of the asking price." Ichigo bristled, the thought of being sold like this irk him but add in saying he wasn't worth anything.

Ichigo could really see them all were shadow except for the smaller silver mech. Who was frowning at the preceding's?

"He is a mess, ya sure that you want to sell him this condition?" he asks, "doesn't he have family here as well?"

Ichigo freezes at the question. Megatron's frowns as well, he was standing at the door like a lurking sentinel.

"He does not, though one of the workers sparklings have taken a liking to him," the arena owner confesses. "A femme and a pair of spilt spark twins. The twins are one of our best youngling fighters."

Some of the buyers perked up at that. Ichigo's armor was trembling in rage, he could feel Megatron lean against the door while the other burly mechs tense ready to pounce should Ichigo move wrong.

"He is pretty enough, but I have to agree. He wouldn't last a orn in my ring," the femme says before leaning on her elbows. "are you trying to sell us a defective product?" her tone sounded sweet but Ichigo shivered, she reminded him too much of a certain captain.

The arena owner fidget, "Now now my Lady, I would never do such a thing. But think of what this young fighter could turn into with the proper motivation."

Just as he said that the door flew open and everyone could hear the screaming of two sparklings and their panic carrier.

"Please, no not my sparklings. Please, they don't have much experience," Carmine begged.

Ichigo growls when one of the mechs not holding onto the twins backhanded the femme, Megatron stepped in and took the sparklings and placed them next to Ichigo. He then closes the door in Carmine's panic-stricken face. The twins were hiding behind Ichigo who bared his fangs at the room's occupants. Most of them seemed amused but the ring owner was not. He turns on his electric whip and was about to strike when the silver mech laughs.

"I can see the potential in him now, get a little more experience he may be worth the risk." He stands, "I, however, am not in the habit of tearing families apart."

The femme sighs, "I must agree he is too young to take such a risk." She stands to leave, "Gentle mechs I must take my leave, Champion," she nods to Megatron before leaving.

The other mechs quietly talk among themselves, Ichigo takes the time to check on the twins. "Are you two alright?" he asks worryingly.

Sideswipe nods with a sniffle, Sunstreaker frowns but doesn't say anything. Though he is holding onto Ichigo's leg tightly. Ichigo rubs the twos helms trying to calm them down until they can be returned to Carmine. Megatron comes to stand next to them he rumbles to get their attention.

"This meeting is over for you, head to the medics and stay with your femme this dark cycle." He rumbles, "It will be unsafe for you to be alone for a while."

"Why?"

"You cost the owner lots of credits, he will take it off your pay."

Ichigo stammers, "B-but I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You could not be sold, it does not matter that it wasn't your fault or that the owner was too quick to sell. It is the way of this world, get used to it."

Ichigo scowls but nods, he takes the twins and before he opens the door.

"One more word of warning Ichigo," Megatons voice stops him. "your weakness is known now, they will be targeted."

Ichigo rumbles his own engine, "They can try."

Megatron grins at the black mechs back before the door closes, "And I look forward to seeing you let go." He turns to the so call elites of Cybertron arguing over something, "Soon everything will fall into place and you will be a part of it."

Outside Ichigo returns the twins to a sobbing Carmine. He doesn't let on how unsettled he is, he takes them back to their room before heading to his own. He had one foot in when someone yanks him backward and jabs something in his neck. Ichigo reacts but his movements are sluggish, and he leaves himself open for an attack to his head and chest. He falls hearing twin cries as the last image is the twins in a stranger's grasp struggling to get free, Carmine is nowhere to be seen. It was the last thing before he falls unconscious.

Above him, a familiar silver mech stands shaking his hand. "Your definitely a tough one mech," he chuckles.

"What did you do to Ichigo!"

"We'll hurt you if you hurt him!"

The two sparklings cried, the yellow one growled but the red one liked to bite. They learned that after knocking their carrier out.

"Now now bitlits, we ain't trying to hurt your brother. We are just trying to help you three escape," the silver mech replies.

"Oh yeah then what about our mother?"

The mech waves for the two others to start following him. they already wasted enough time as it was. "Mother?"

"It's our special word, now tell us why she ain't with us?" Sunstreaker demanded.

The silver mech chuckles, "Well mechlings it is really simple. She can't leave the arena."

"Whaa?"

"Someone went through a lot of trouble to install a special code in her that makes her frame lockup should she try to leave. Now it sounds like it is simple but it's not, her frame would have overheated causing stress which would have done a lot of damage to her spark. Ya carrier contacted us to get you two out, she didn't tell us ya had an olda brother."

"So…shes trapped there? Forever?" Sideswipes lower lip quivers. "We'll never get to see her again?"

The silver stops and stares, "Maybe; maybe not the future isn't set in diamond alloy."

They creep along in silence with Ichigo's limp form between them. They only stopped long enough to patch him up, his missing wing would have to wait.

"What's going to happen to us?" Sunstreaker asks once they were out of the coliseums shadow.

"Well mechling, that's up to ya'll. You are free to choose now."

"Who are you?" Sideswipe asks.

The silver mech chuckles again, "You may call me Meister."