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Taiyoo Soshite Tsuki

(Sun and Moon)

By: Sinead

Chapter Eight: Forgiveness

Year 5874

Tsuki Hellcat saw their faces as soon as she had gotten the screen to come up properly. Maximal technology was so much different than the Predacon technology that she had grown up on. Dinobot’s voice came over the intercom by her left. “Why did you want to see them?”

“I know . . . we know, more than one of those bots.” She stopped, then asked in a black voice, in the language of their Deceptacon ancestors, “Is that one of them?!”

Dinobot sighed, then replied in the same language, “Yes. He is called Tarantulus, now. There had been one other, Scorpinok, who had been one of the rehabilitation scientists.”

“The one that had disappeared a week before you left?”

“Yes.”

“What happened to him?”

“I . . . do not know. All I have heard, was that he died in the Quantum surge.”

“I hope he got what he deserved.”

“As do I.”

The newly-named Hellcat heard Megatron’s voice, his words, as Tarantulus walked over to stand by him. “Give us the female who arrived yesterday. She is a Predacon by right, by birth, and by practice, therefore she belongs with us.”

Optimus held Rattrap’s remarks back with a hand gesture, before replying to the tyrant, “She’s allied herself with us willingly.”

“Is. That. So. Let her out, then!”

The still-Predacon femme fatale sighed, activating her comm-link, speaking in the Deceptacon language. Her name for Megatron was less-than-honorable, but caused Dinobot and the Predacons to laugh. Tarantulus glanced warily at Rampage, who was laughing the hardest out of all of them. He, out of all the other Predacons, knew especially that when the leviathan laughed like that, trouble would soon follow.

Megatron replied in the standard language with a curse as black as the name Hellcat had graced him with. The Predacons were still snickering, as the Maximals were looking on in confusion. Megatron growled, “What. Who are you.”

“The female you’re trying to argue about,” she replied in the standard language, so that the Maximals would understand her as well. “Who do you think you are, speaking as if you have any right over me? I’ve decided to stay with the Maximals. Don’t think that just because we share a faction, means that we think the same way; hold to the same virtues. I most certainly hope that I don’t think like you.”

“You are Predacon!”

“Granted I can’t change my faction . . . I just don’t feel like it . . . but I can change the way I live. Leave, before I embarrass you in front of your troops.”

“Make me.”

Tsuki Hellcat sighed. “Oh, have it your way. Look at Rampage.”

Megatron did, and was shocked. The crab was sitting on the grass, head in his hands, elbows resting upon his knees, listening to the conversation lightly. He had seemed to be studying a flower that was between his feet. He blinked, when he had heard his name. “Hm?”

“What the Pit are you doing?!”

“Why would you care?” Tsuki replied. “But look at him: he has no will to fight me, or those who I am residing with. That should tell you something.”

“Course it should tell him something. But do you think he’ll listen?” the crab asked with a snort. “I don’t want to be killed by you.”

“You . . . you can be killed?!” Megatron shrieked.

Rampage snickered, stood, and stretched. “I may possess a so-called immortal Spark, but that Predacon has . . . something else. Even I’m not allowed to speak of it. I don’t think that even she knows about it yet.” He gave the impression of grinning. “But now, I’m not even going to think of messing with that femme. The last time we fought . . . hmm . . . I think that you nearly killed me.”

Tsuki Hellcat laughed, and replied, “We’ll have a rematch. I’ll go easy on you. But listen to him, Megatron. Listen . . . and learn. Hellcat out.”

The Predacons left, Tarantulus looking over his shoulder worriedly a few times. Hellcat saw this, but shook her head. Dinobot’s voice came up through the speaker, slightly distorted. “Was that a wise tactic?”

Hellcat turned it off and walked back to the sickbay, where she sat on the bed next to him, and rested her hand on his chest. They only watched each other, not saying anything, until Optimus entered the room again. “You took a chance. Rampage might have said the opposite.”

“Megatron already knew that I was here. And we’ve known Rampage for going on eleven years. He’s been a sweetheart for half of that time.”

“Half? Sweetheart?!”

“We didn’t really get along when we were younger,” Dinobot chuckled. “But I take it that you never knew that those Maximal scientists had started to rely upon us. Rampage was getting too out-of-hand, and we were the only ones, save Depth Charge, who could bring him back to a rational mind. Suu, Hellcat, rather, to be specific, and the other four femmes. Us males . . . were no good at it.”

Optimus smiled, nodded, and left, saying that both should get their rest. Hellcat sighed, and reached her hand out, palm towards Dinobot, who pressed his palm against hers. Their fingers entwined, and the femme allowed herself to be pulled gently closer to her life-partner. “I love you, Taiyoo.”

His optics blackened, and he sat up, embracing her and burying his head in her shoulder. Tsuki Hellcat rubbed the back of his neck, and he broke down. She sighed, then rested her cheek against his head. “I never knew how lonely you were, even when we were together.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I never will. We’ll leave together, when you feel that it is time.”

“My comrades . . .”

“I know. We can track them down, when we’re back on Cybertron. I actually passed by them returning, when I was taking my Jump.”

He pushed her away from him, slightly, glaring into her eyes. “You’re taking me away.”

Tsuki sat back, stung, a look of complete desolation within her eyes, and hovering around her face. She looked away, unable to meet Dinobot’s gaze any longer, as tears began to fall. The male ex-Predacon reached out for her, his fingertips brushing her arm lightly. Tsuki turned back to him, pressing her face against his chest, sobbing. Dinobot held her back in confusion, knowing that he had said something wrong. But he couldn’t shift to his human mode, since he had forgotten what he had been wearing . . . if he had been wearing anything at all.

Primus! He’d never hear the end of it!

Before long, however, he remembered that he had indeed been wearing something comfortable. Baggy pants, almost a teal color, and a white loose shirt, one of the many expendable ones that his mother had given him for his birthday. No shoes, no footwear whatsoever. None of them ever really had worn footwear, anyway.

Then again, he wasn’t as sure. What if that was something he had remembered wearing for a special occasion? Granted, he and Tsuki had seen each other stark naked before, but that was when they were much younger, innocent of hormonal desires, as well as a full understanding of the attraction they now possessed for each other . . . but that was also in the . . . the labs. They had no choice then. He didn’t want to get walked in on, either, but . . . but he had to comfort Tsuki.

Aah, the slag with it. Nothing mattered, now. Tsuki was here.

He moved her away from him, and stood. She wasn’t looking at him. With a start, he realized that she thought he was going to leave again. Swiftly, hoping that his balance wouldn’t fail him, he dropped to his beast mode, then back up to his human mode, only to grip the bed on either side of Tsuki’s legs at the last moment, so that he wouldn’t fall over. He looked down at himself, and sighed with immense relief. Although the shirt had been left behind, the pants were in place, and held up by a belt. Good. He didn’t have to worry about Rattrap walking in on them.

He gently tugged on Tsuki’s arm, so that she was looking at him. His voice was soft. “Can you help me?”

She couldn’t resist a small smile, and a weak joke. “You’re beyond help, Tai.”

“I know; you’ve pointed that out numerous times before. But I can’t walk to the bed that you took.”

Tsuki Hellcat slipped down, and draped one of Taiyoo Dinobot’s arms over her shoulders, supporting him, even though she was still crying. They made it to the bed, and Dinobot sat upon it, sighing, as he relaxed his legs. That had hurt, but he wasn’t going to give up.

The femme was turning away, when her partner gently grasped her elbow, turning her to face him. “Please.”

She almost threw herself at him, but managed not to knock him over. He pulled her fully up on the bed, and folded her within his arms, sighing in contentment. She sobbed harder than the last time, as he whispered, “I remember . . . the last time we had sat like this . . . Primus . . . the night before I left you. I never wanted to let you go. But I didn’t want to see you compromised. Megatron . . . by the Pit, this is hard to say to you, Suu . . . but he would have raped you, or tried to, and in front of everyone, myself, my parents, your father . . . everyone we knew, loved, or have ever encountered in our lives. He had planned it all . . . I broke into his computer, where it was documented. I saved that for criminal evidence for when the time was right. That’s why I had to go. I didn’t want to see that happen to you. I didn’t want you to have to suffer through that pain, to not trust even the males, our brothers, of our group . . . not even me . . . ever since I had . . .”

His voice wafted off, and Tsuki Hellcat looked up to his face, her black eyes meeting his sky-blue ones. She was breathing normally again, which was a relief to her life-partner. Yet her next words brought upon a blush. “Ever since you had what?”

He swallowed, shaking his head, his voice strangled. “N-Nothing.”

“Taiyoo?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He stopped, then rested his nose against hers, closing his eyes. “Ever since we were seventeen, late in our sixteenth year, at best, and I had wanted . . . to, uh . . .” He groaned. “Remember ‘The Talk’?”

Tsuki laughed, a sound that instantly raised Taiyoo’s spirits. “Is that it? Gosh, Tai . . . you mean, what was it that your mom called it . . .” She blushed as well, still laughing. “Your mother was a riot, when she was talking to me! You should have been there, but I had closed you out for a reason.”

“True. I don’t think that I would have wanted to know half of the things she told you, anyway.”

“She’s still a virgin, I think.”

He swore fluently in three languages, English, Predaconian, and Decepticonian, all under ten seconds, his face almost a shade of purple. “Did I absolutely have to know that?!”

“Well, I’m kind of wondering if that’s true, now that you and me are out here, leaving her, Satsujinhan’nin, and Dad all alone.”

“Don’t you even think about bringing your father into this.”

Tsuki chuckled, and rested her head upon his bare shoulder, feeling his skin prickle as she did so. “Nervous?”

“. . . what?”

“Are you nervous?”

He was silent for a moment, then relaxed noticeably. “Yes.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

“Why?”

Tsuki kissed his chin, which soon was replaced by his own mouth meeting hers in a gentle kiss. Once they pulled back away, Tsuki closed her eyes, and rested her forehead upon his shoulder. He looked at the door, saw a red optic there, and held Tsuki closer, glaring at the optic. It blinked once in acknowledgment, then left. Tsuki looked up at him, but he had relaxed as swiftly as he had tensed, and blinked at her softly. “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“Tsuki . . .”

She smiled, and held him still closer. “Oh, get on with it.” She smiled gently at him. ~And I know that you want this.~

~As do you. It isn’t a one-sided relationship. None of the others remained virgins in all three modes as long as we have.~

They smiled at each other once more, before Dinobot commanded the lights out, releasing one more sigh. Maybe life would pick back up for them. But he said something quickly to her, and she acknowledged it with an almost sad reply, knowing that he was right.

Rattrap sighed dramatically, as the picture dimmed. Before the night-vision kicked in, he shut it off, and leaned back in his chair, to see Optimus glaring at him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Annoying da Choppuhface. He knows dat I was foolin’.”

“By Primus, I do. Feel lucky, Vermin, that Tsuki cannot sense electronics as I can.” He strode into the room in his robot mode, and smiling, oddly. Optimus had only seen this type of smile on Dinobot’s face once before . . . when it was himself, Primal, flat on his back, and recovering from the cyber-bee. “And you’re lucky that I distracted her. She would hold no mercies to you.”

Rattrap grinned, then asked, “Where is she?”

“Asleep.”

“And you snuck out? Bad bot.”

“Hmph! Bad yourself! She knows I am up, talking to you and Primal, and she knows that I want her to sleep.”

“Then what do you call what you were doin’ in there?!”

“In your terms, a show. For me and her . . . hnh! . . . foreplay.”

“That’s more than enough, you two!” Optimus interceded, before the conversation could proceed any farther. “What I want to know, is why you’re out here, Dinobot.”

Rattrap and Dinobot grinned to each other. Rattrap shook his head. “Nah, I don’t think dat you’d say what I think dat you’re plannin’ ta say, by dat look in your optics.”

“Slaggit. That would send him off the deep end, though.”

“Didn’t I tell you two to knock that off?”

Rattrap snickered. “Dat’s because he’s never had a good–”

“I SAID ENOUGH!!!”

“Sheesh, just foolin’ . . . y’know, haha?”

“Rodent, enough. You were pushing it.” Dinobot turned to Optimus. “So what are my duties?”

“Matrix, Dinobot! You’re just up, and it didn’t even look like you would ever wake up a mere three days ago! You’re not doing anything, until Rhinox and I are convinced that you won’t relapse like I did!”

Dinobot blinked once, slowly. “We don’t relapse.”

Optimus stopped, and seemed to consider this for a moment. With a sigh, he shook his head. “Two more days, and then you’ll be back upon the duty roster. Hellcat said so herself. Free time to recover, even if you don’t need it, until then. Happy?”

“Duties, Primal?”

“RECOVER, SLAGGIT!!!”

“Affirmative.”

Optimus blinked, then chuckled, as Dinobot was grinning. Rattrap had been holding in his laughter, but let it free, when the leader succumbed to the tease. “Primus, Dinobot, I hope that you weren’t like this back on Cybertron!”

“I was worse, Primal, and Hellcat can affirm that with you. Even though you saw us, you never even met us.”

“An act I wish had happened.”

“I agree.” Dinobot sighed, and smiled once, then said, “Suu has nightmares, and they start usually around this time of night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Later, Choppuhface.”

“Whatever, Vermin.”