A/N: Chapter one. I'm not too sure if I got the personality and characterization of youngling Megatron and Optimus right, but I figured that since there are no official stories portraying them as younglings, it was up to the writer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers in any way.
Location: Towers, Iacon
Two streaks of colour raced down the halls of the Tower. Mechs didn't even give them a second glance – they had long since become used to the shenanigans the twins got up to in their spare time. Visitors, however, stared wide opticked at the two blurred forms as they zipped around corners and ducked under large mechs, manoeuvring the busy halls like professionals on an obstacle course. The speeding forms finally stopped moving as they crashed into the wall and sat up, looking dazed.
Wobbling as they stood on unsteady legs, they, oblivious to the presence of the other mechs in the hallways, started bickering.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea. But no, you never listen and then you get us into trouble!"The silver youngling hissed as he leaned into his brother's faceplates.
The red and blue one crossed his arms in defiance. He saw his creators and older mechs do that when they were mad. "You still did it with me, so it's your fault too."
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is."
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it is!"
"NO IT ISN'T!"
"YES IT IS!"
The two younglings stood helm crest to helm crest as they screamed at each other. Some mechs just gave them a cursory glance, and then looked away, shaking their helms. They knew better than to try to get between the two, lest they team up and turn on the poor mech who interrupted their argument. The visitors at the Tower stared on, not sure what to do.
The younglings glared at each other, optic to optic, tiny servos clenched at their sides, vents hitching. Then they started once again.
"You're always the one with stupid ideas."
"Yeah, well, you're always trying to kill me dead with the boring history of those stupid cannons Creator has."
"At least I know something useful!"
"How is that useful?!" the red and blue youngling screeched. "At least I know how to have fun!"
"Have fun?! You nearly killed us!"
"Yeah right. We would be dead right now if I nearly killed us."
"That makes no sense!"
"At least I'm taller than you! I don't have to make sense."
Optics widening in indignation, the silver youngling howled at the top of his voice. "No! I'm taller!"
"I'm taller!"
"No you're not! I'm taller!"
"No, I'm taller!"
"I'm taller!"
"Shut up! I'm taller!"
With that, the two younglings pushed at each other in fury, and they both went down in a heap of tangled limbs. Then, to the utter surprise of everyone who had been cautiously watching the heated exchange, the two tiny younglings burst into giggles. Wide opticked looks were shared all around. Surprise quickly turned to shock as the two began to throw swears and degrading insults at each other.
"Stupid glitch."
"Pit-spawned moron."
"Half-clocked piece of slag."
"Slag-worthy mini-glitch."
"Unicron spawned, bit-brained fragger."
"Dim-sparked, bolt-brained, slagging, fragging, Primus forsaken piece of glitching –"
The red and blue youngling was suddenly cut off as a familiar voice cut through his spiel.
"Orion Pax! Close your mouthplates and cease your behaviour immediately!"
The twins looked up to find their Creator Shadowflare glaring down at them, his large frame casting an ominous shadow over the two. They smiled innocently up at him.
"Hello, Creator," they said.
Shadowflare only glared further and snapped out a command. "That kind of behaviour is unacceptable. We have already discussed this. Not another word out of you two until we get back to your rooms. Understand?"
"Yes Creator."
With that, Shadowflare picked up the two berated younglings and slung them over his shoulders. Every mech stared as the tall mech began down the halls with the two younglings.
Orion grinned at his brother from the awkward position of hanging over his Creator's backstrut. "I win."
The silver twin glared back and snarled out a few more insults. "You glitching spawn of Unicron."
"Silverstreak! What did I say about cursing other people?" Shadowflare jostled the silver youngling for emphasis.
"You didn't, Creator."
Orion grinned at his brother once again. Slowly, Silverstreak grinned back. They kept on grinning, poking at each other through the twin bond they shared. Shadowflare's lecture on the proper behaviour and etiquette of nobles was completely ignored. They did, however, catch the last bit.
"Tell me, Orion, Silverstreak, from whomever in Primus's name did you learn those vulgar terms?"
The twins glanced at each other again, both nodding in confirmation.
"Ironhide!" they chimed simultaneously. "We learned it from Ironhide!"
Creator would be mad at Ironhide. It was funny to watch them argue sometimes. Plus, Ironhide had those really cool guns that he sometimes shoots mechs with when he gets mad. The two started giggling as their Creator shook his helm and vented. It was a bad idea; Ironhide might just come after them, but it was worth it to get the hulking black mech riled up. Plus, the Prime would protect them if his bodyguard started chasing them.
Next joor would be very interesting.
Location: Nemesis, Earth
Megatron gasped as he resurfaced from the memory. He could feel his expression tightening and his mouthplates turned down in a scowl. That memory was useless and dead. Orion Pax was dead, and along with him, his brother. As he moved to delete it, though, he was pulled under again.