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Megatron hated rain. He hated the feeling, how cold and ...wet that it was. He also hated the smell of rain. The damp, musty smell of the freshly fallen water droplets clogged his nose. He hated that you couldn't see five feet in front you when it was pouring down. He hated the infernal noise that it made, the consistent battering of the ground and anything else between the sky and ground. Namely, him. He had hated it since liberating the planet called Tur-Mukan, a planet where it rained constantly. Needless to say, he took his anger out on the planet's inhabitants.

Keeping all of this in mind, one would wonder why he had chosen to go to Village Hidden in the Mist, known for its frequent rainstorms. Perhaps he just wanted to be away from where the Autobots resided. Perhaps because Unicron had led him here. No one could tell you why, not even Megatron himself.

You could say he was lost in life. And just lost in general. He wasn't used to the feeling of being lost, that's for sure. But he didn't utterly repulse the idea of it. He humored it, for he always liked trying new things. As he walked into the old shack that was called Gotan's Bar by the natives, he wondered how long he had truly been lost.

When he infused himself with the Blood of Unicron? Perhaps. But he suspected that it was long before then that he had lost himself. Megatron pondered how long ago he began regretting his choice of lifestyle. All of the killing, all of the hate, pain, and suffering. He had led countless troops into battle for eons, only for them to die pointlessly. They were fighting in a war that was founded on a personal grudge. To this very day, he had no idea why he had snapped the day the council sided with Orion. He figured that the warrior inside him just couldn't accept coming in second for a change. Of course, he had always planned to take down the coucil with whatever force necessary. He knew they were corrupt, so for several years before he had begun forming the Decepticon movment. He had never intended the speech to work. He had never, in any dimension, imagined that Orion would oppose him.

As he sat down on a barstool he remembered some of his...worse choices. Brainwashing the innocent man known as Glitch, turning him into what could only be described as a monster. Glitch, or rather, Tarn, as he was now known, had become something far worse than even Megatron himself. Or turning Overlord, Sixshot, and Black Shadow into ruthless killing machines with the ununtrium bonding process. Or the countless times he tortured Autobots without a real reason. The list went on. Whether he admitted it or not, Megatron regretted most of his actions.

He had no idea why he had killed that girl's father after leaving the training grounds. He was viscous because of taking such a beating in his fight with the yellow-haired child. The man was just trying to help him. He had no way of knowing that Megatron's wounds would heal on their own in a matter of minutes. But Megatron had taken the action as an attack, ferociously beating the man until his heart stopped beating. He left the alley with blood soaked hands, leaving the crying child alone in the alleyway. The girl had screamed at him, begged him to stop, vowed that she would kill him. None of it mattered to him. At that moment he was beyond bloodlusted. At this moment, he just wanted a stiff drink to drown his misery. He had shamelessly taken his victim's money, a few gold coins apparently called Ryo, which he intended to use for the drink.

He was Megatron. The ruthless warlord of the fiercest army that anyone had ever seen. He couldn't waste any time worrying about what he'd done. It was in the past. It could not be undone. So he wasn't going to try and undo it.

...

Megatron stumbled into the library, still soaked with rain. He needed to learn about chakra, he believed it was called. He had overheard two middle-aged men talking about it at the bar. He walked around the library, baring his teeth in anger when he couldn't find what he was looking for.

He looked at the tables. Only one individual sat at them, a teenage girl with green hair. She had a few books about combat on the table, and was flipping through a book about...chakra natures. Megatron decided that killing her and taking what he required was unwise. There were others in the library. So he decided to speak with her.

"Child, why are you reading that? You should be out playing with others your age. Not worrying about how to fight."

The girl shot him a you-can't-possibly-be-serious look. "Are you not from around here? Children train to be ninja. I'm actually way behind."

Megatron was unsure why he was suprised. After all, he had already fought a child. Then again, that child was an idiot. Megatron had assumed that he was an exception.

"Well, you have a book that I need. I'm only going to ask once."

"Who taught you manners? You can wait until I finish."

Megatron was, again, shocked. He may have been completely unrecognizable, but surely someone that had red in his eyes where the white should be, shark teeth, and an incredibly impatient tone of voice would scare someone into complying with his request. The girl abruptly stopped reading, closed the book, and tossed it to him. Megatron shot his arm out and caught the book without a second thought.

"There. Finished. She smirked. "So what do they call you, old man?"

Megatron grunted at the insult and replied.

"I am Megatron. Who might you be, little one?"

"Megatron? I don't think I've ever heard a name like that before. I'm Midori, by the way."

Megatron took a seat across from Midori. He had no idea why he hadn't left yet. He growled. He was getting tired of having no idea why he was doing things. Midori took notice of the growl, and asked, "Something wrong with the book? I didn't think it was that bad." Megatron sighed in reply. "Just thinking about something." He looked back down at the book. According to it, everyone had an affinity nature of Fire, Earth, Wind, Water, and Lightning. It also said that one could tell which affinity nature they had by tapping a small piece of paper. "Midori, do you have any paper?" Midori glanced up at him and wordlessly slid the warlord a piece of paper. "Need to know your affinity nature, huh?" Megatron absentmindedly nodded and tapped the paper. He silently prayed that it wasn't water. The paper split in two. Midori's eyebrows raised. "And here I didn't think we had anything in common, Megatron. We're both Wind users." Megatron ignored her and kept reading. Apparently, one could use multiple natures, though it took a considerable amount of time. He narrowed his eyes, and clenched his fists. He didn't have time. Or...did he? Optimus and the others had no way of knowing he was in the Mist Village. He could take as long as he needed. What was a year or so down the road? "Midori?" The green-haired girl looked up. "Yes?"

"You said you were behind everyone. Why, might I ask?" Midori visibly grimaced. "My father. He was afraid that I would get hurt, so he forbade me from fighting until I turned sixteen."

"That's ridiculous. If you wanted to be a warrior, he should have supported you, not held you back." He paused for moment. "I could teach you." Midori stiffled a laugh. "No offense, but you're in the same boat as me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have needed that book."

"I know how to fight. I just don't know anything about chakra. Or living, for that matter."

"You mean like taijutsu? Hand-to-hand? And what do you mean, you don't know about living?"

"Yes. Hand-to-hand. And I mean, I was a slave. A miner. After that, a fighter. Never any time for living, I'm afraid."

"Ouch. That sucks. Suppose I accepted your offer. What would my father think of me running off to train with a creepy, red-eyed stranger?"

"He is irrelevant. If you want to come with me, you can. It's not up to him how you wish to spend your life."

She laughed. "Alright Megatron. Just meet me here everyday, and then I'll take you to the training grounds."

Megatron nodded and got up. She watched the strange man walk towards the doorway and shudder before stepping out into the rain. She noticed him pick up a jagged purple blade and put in a small sheath on his back. She wondered what it was. 'I guess I'll ask him tomorrow.'

Ok. There it is. I hope you liked it. I also hope you like Midori, because you'll be seeing more of her. This chapter was pretty fun to write. Might be my favorite so far. If you were wondering how old the Cybertronians are as humans, here ya go:

Optimus/Orion: 31

Megatron: 46

Arcee: 33

Smokescreen: 20

Bumblebee: 17

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