Deezel Riggs, better known as Porkchop, wiped the sweat from his brow, along with the tears from his eyes; this was definately not what he thought he'd be doing this morning. Porkchop was standing in a deep hole in the desert, not far from the Acceledrome, but far enough. Somehow, he had known this day would come, but not so soon.
"Monkey," he sighed in his southern accent, "Ah never thought Ah'd be diggin' yer grave…"
Earlier that morning, he and his fellow Maniacs had been laughing and joking around, when an emotionally bereft Nolo had entered their living quarters and given them the news. The Teku leader had actually cried into Tork's shoulder when it happened. It was amazing how tragedy could bring even the bitterest of enemies together.
As he reflected on this, Porkchop let out a harsh laugh and moved to get Monkey's limp corpse from the trunk of his car. He grimaced at the sight of it, the flesh of Monkey's neck having been terribly mangled when they took him down from his chain.
Porkchop put the body in its new home, remembering the note they'd found scribbled on a receipt from Wong's Chinese Buffet.
Don't bother crying; you'd be lying, and besides at least now I'm free.
Sticking a tire iron in the ground as an improvised cross, Porkchop finished the job and headed back towards the Acceledrome, not being able to help but think Monkey was right.
Back at the Acceledrome, Porkchop trudged into the common room with solemn eyes and grieving heart. Even Taro, usually the stoic of the group, had been hit hard. When they took Monkey down, the heavy chain had gored into his throat and blood had spilled down, staining the garage's concrete floor. Taro himself had scrubbed it off, finally breaking down when he thought no one was looking and letting himself cry.
Wylde was in the corner, staring into space without his shades, unable to deal with the day's events or Tezla's indifferent reaction to them. It was tragic, the scientist had said, but it couldn't be helped and the last thing they needed was someone to track them down before they could complete thier mission because of Monkey's body being found. His solution: bury the racer in the desert. Wylde still couldn't believe it; Monkey had always seemed so carefree...
He went to Monkey's room, just to look through his stuff and try to face it all. The door opened with a mechanical 'swish' likened to those in the Star Wars films and he stepped inside. There, he found something unexpected.
Shirako was curled up on the bed, weeping and clutching the stuffed monkey doll the Metal Maniac had secretly kept. Between sobs, he stammered in a frantic sort of way. "M-my funky monkey m-man..."
"Hey."
The asian boy sat up, startled, and began wiping his tears away. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't be in here..."
"It's alright," said Wylde, sitting down next to him. He sighed. "Wanna talk about it?"
Shirako looked into his eyes, more tears streaming down his face. "I never had the guts to tell him," he muttered, breaking into fresh sobs and burying his face in Wylde's shoulder. The Maniac put his arm around the smaller boy, whispering that it would be okay.
A/N: That's it; I know I kinda threw a curveball with the slash implications, but it just came out like this. In a fandom like this where there are fewer girls, it's just natural for me. So, well, I guess it's all over...don't despair! I've got some random Wylde brother randomness on the way! R&R!