Title: Wishful Dreams
Author: Kihaku Yamato
Rated: T
Category: Super Robot Monkey Team
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Warnings: Mentions of Torture, Death
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own the rights to the above mentioned series.

Author Note: This, in my opinion, is pushing the "T" rating, but still falls under it. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of thirteen. You have been warned.

- Kihaku Yamato ( 08/14/07)

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The sun dipped beneath the dust-filled clouds in the West, as it did every day.

He breathed a sigh of relief as his captors walked away, knowing that the tortured he had endured that day would finally end.

From his position in his cell, he couldn't even begin to spot the place where the sun had hidden, sparing his life once more.

It had been ten years. Ten long years filled with torture, most unimaginable. He knew he looked bad. If his girlfriend ever saw him again, he knew she would never recognize him.

How long has it been? He thought to himself. How long, since I heard her laugh or seen her smile?

The days of happiness were gone. His hope for rescue, shattered. He knew that it was over. They had lost.

I wonder if people are fighting…

As always, the silence was his only answer.

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The smallest of noises woke him. It was coming from above, in the bastard's grand hall.

Explosions. Shouts. That voice from the past…

He forced himself to stand, his weak legs nearly giving out on him. He had to see her, to see if it were true. Is she here? Did she come for me?

The doorway to the dungeons blasted open.

"This way!" A woman's voice echoed loudly, making him scramble to cover his ears. "According to the reposts, he's kept down here!"

His eyes widened. It was her! She had come for him, after all this time.

She nearly overshot his cell as she ran to find him. But she did see him, out the corner of her eye. Their eyes connected, just like all those years ago.

"You're alive…" she whispered. He nodded, not trusting his injured voice. His old grin filled his face as her smile became more predominant.

She turned to the people following her. "He's in here! He's alive!" The bars on his cell were blasted off. She ran forward. Just as she reached him…

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He snapped awake as a fist slammed him into a wall.

"Just like his pathetic friends. Passing out at the first sign of danger."

A dream…

"Poor little boy. Rest in peace."

Darkness.

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A/N: Spur of the moment. Done in thirty minutes while working.