Disclaimer: Just to let you know, I DON'T OWN MONKEY TEAM WHICH I REALLY WISH I DID WAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The past…it was too much to bare…

The boy couldn't take it. The incident days ago reminded him so much of his past.

Chiro was in his bed, staring at the clock. It read 2:38 in the morning.

He let out a quiet moan. Chiro took his pillow and covered his face; he started to cry into the pillow. He didn't want those awful memories to come back

His greatest fear was being resorted to a small defenseless child. H never wanted to be a child again but, he was and that was just as bad as dying slow and painfully (he'd rather die then relive that childhood again).

Flashback

He wore an adorably, cute blue outfit with a small hat to match. His cheeks became completely pink.

As so as he was transformed and sent flying backwards, those memories began returning to his mind.

He heard the demon monkey-Mandarin-start some stupid rant and probably mocking the boy.

"Take a look at yourself; your greatest fear has come true."

Chiro made a somewhat' of a crying sound. Mandarin got closer which made the poor boy back away.

"You're nothing but a powerless little boy!"

End of Flashback

That was it; Chiro took the pillow off his face. The tears had stopped but he could still feel them falling clear off his soft face.

Those memories-agonizing, sorrowful-were easy to remember but, hard to forget.

He could remember it so well.

How could someone be so cruel?Some stupid killer had just hollowed out his mother's eyes then, carved his father's stomach. Chiro was just watching-tied to a chair. The killer did a good job-well, bad for Chiro.

"You enjoying this you brat? I sure am, just look at you, scared, lonely, HA!"

"Why are you doing this; we've never done anything to you, we don't even know..." The killer interrupted Chiro. He slapped the poor boy across the face and screamed.

"Did I give you permission to speak? Do you wanna end up like those two." The killer pointed to Chiro's parents.

The killer looked at the boy; he could see the fear in the boy's eyes, the agony. His work here was done. He turned and left, leaving Chiro tied to a chair.

Chiro just stared at the floor. Then he changed his stare to the corpses in front of him. He was terrified, angry, and most of all, lonely.

He had no one now. No mom, no dad, no one. Just himself. Now stuck with an unwanted memory in his mind...forever. Knowing

Chiro shuddered at the memory. He blurted out crying; missing his parents. They were good people, they never did anything wrong, so why did they have to be killed.

Chiro heard a knock at the door.

"Chiro, are you alright."

He could remember that calm voice anywhere; it was Antauri.

"Ya, come on in."

Antauri stepped in, turned on the lights , and saw the tears on the boy's face.

"Chiro, what happened; why are you crying?"

Chiro said nothing. Antauri walked to the side of Chiro's bed. Still waiting for an answer. About to speak and wanting to avoid to answer, Chiro threw himself at Antauri, gave him a hug, and started crying even more.

Antauri-looking a bit confused and concerned- patted the boy's back.

"Antauri...why are people cruel? Why do they enjoy hurting other people...?"

Chiro continuing to cry, Antauri wondered why Chiro would ask such a question, but thought maybe it be better to ask later. He patted Chiro's back and just kept saying, "It's okay Chiro, it'll be alright."

Me: wow...did I write that? I'm a worse writer than I realized. GOD! Hope you liked, Peace!