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Authors note: Hey everybody. I've finally started working on my Henry fic. Can you believe it took me over a week just to write this one chapter? Mainly because of school stuff and how I write in 'secret.' And my mind was just flooding with too many ideas for this fic. Gotta straighten them all up. My other Henry fic will be updated as soon as I think of something to write. Remember to r/r!

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'.........' thinking

~ Henry's dream ~

"Hikaru! What are you doing?!! Answer me!..."

"Please stop Hikaru! Why are you doing this?..."

"Hikaru! Hikaru!!!..."

"How dare you utter the name Hikaru Agata!..."

"Those kids, they were using KBT-type medabots. It makes me think of our old friend Hikaru..."

"Don't even bring up his name. I still can't believe what he did. He doesn't deserve to be a medafighter. He ruined the good name of the 'Magnificent Medafigther!' He'll pay for that..."

"Fine. I'll tell you, but you won't like it. 8 years ago, my former friend, Hikaru Agata..."

"Stop! Phantom Renegade, you're under arrest for causing the 10 Days of Darkness…"

A younger version of Henry, from 8 years ago, was standing in the middle of nowhere.

All those voices he had heard just now had suddenly stopped. Darkness was all around him. Tall, raging flames surrounded him. Fire was his greatest fear; it had killed his father years before. Metabee was lying on the ground near him, motionless. Metabee was no longer functioning, his medal was damaged too greatly. Henry was all alone and had no way of escape. He cried for help, but no one was there to hear him. His knees began to give in; the heat of the flames was getting to him. Henry finally fell to the ground from exhaustion. He held Metabee in his arms and pleaded for him to wake up, but it was no use. There was no hope for Henry. The flames were coming in closer. Scared, he curled into a ball, still with Metabee in his grasp. He began to cry softly, and through the flames of the fire, he saw a familiar figure walk towards him.

"J-joe?......is that you?" Henry stuttered. It indeed turned out to be Joe Swihan. He was not alone though. Patra turned out to be right behind him. They both looked down Henry. Henry didn't understand why they were being so silent. "Joe...Patra, say something. Please help me," whimpered the young boy. Patra only looked at the ground infront of her feet sadly, while a smirk crept up on Joe's face. "Now do you understand Hikaru?" Joe said coldly. "To have your hopes and dreams crushed by someone you know, and you can't do anything to stop it? No, you'll never understand that..." And with that, they both walked away. "Joe, Patra don't go. I'm sorry. For everything! Just don't leave me here alone!" Henry shouted. But they continued walking. Patra did turn her head to look back, only to give Henry a disappointed look. Then they both disappeared into the fire. Henry was alone again. "I'm sorry..." he said softly as hot tears went streaming down his face.

~End of dream~

Henry shot out of bed. He was drenched in sweat. "It was only a dream," Henry said out loud. This was the forth time he had that exact dream, or should I say, nightmare this month! 'Maybe it's a sign, of something to happen soon?' Henry was too tired to think of what it could mean. He looked at his alarm clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. 'I might as well get up. I won't fall asleep now anyway.' He got out of bed and started to walk towards his kitchen to make some coffee.

Henry had a pretty nice home. He lived in a peaceful neighbourhood on the 8th floor of an apartment building. His apartment was pretty much normal; average sized kitchen and bathroom, etc. The living room lead to the balcony with an amazing view of the city. There were two bedrooms in Henry's apartment, even though he practically lived by himself with Arcbeetle. The second bedroom wasn't really considered to be a bedroom, more like a very large closet or a storage room.

Henry was heading to the balcony, when he stumbled upon an object on the floor. "Hmmm...what's this?" he questioned as he knelt down to pick it up. It was a picture frame. It had fallen off from its shelf from a tall bookcase in Henry's living room. It didn't have just any ordinary photo in it either. It showed a very young Joe and Patra, along with Henry himself, enjoying ice cream at an amusement park. It was one of those times when the 'Magnificent Medafighters' got a break from touring the world. (Now you'd be wondering why Henry would have something like this out in the open where questioning people could see. Well no one ever visited Henry, except for the occasional Dr. Aki, so there was nothing to worry about.) Henry let out a long sigh, as he began recalling that time. "Joe and I had gotten chocolate ice cream, while Patra ordered vanilla. Me and Joe argued with Patra on how chocolate was way better than vanilla." He chuckled a bit. "Patra managed to win in the end though...stubborn girl." Henry stood up, with the picture frame still in his hand and looked out the window, to see the sun rise. He looked back at the photo. 'I wonder how they're doing right now?' Henry thought to himself. 'Do they still hate me? Probably. It's like how the sun will always rise and set each day. That will never change, for awhile at least. Some things never change.'

Henry put the frame back in its rightful place on the bookshelf. He stared at all the other pictures there. One of them was a photo of Henry and his parents when he was only a little kid. Then there was a photo of just Henry's mother. She was a very pretty lady. She had fair skin and long, flowing, dark brownish-red hair. Henry had gotten his black hair from his father. Henry's mother looked happy in the photo. Of course, what she looked like now could have all changed, since that photo was taken many years ago. Henry picked up that picture frame off the shelf and stared at the image of his mom for a few minutes. He then gently wiped some dust off the frame with his fingers. He walked to the balcony and stared out at the whole city.

"I know you're out there somewhere," Henry finally said, in a quiet tone. "I'll find you one day Mom..." he looked down as a small tear rolled down his cheek. "Henry?" said a voice familiar to Henry. "Henry, I think you should get going. If you don't you'll be late for work," the medabot said in his deep voice. (A/N: I really don't now how Arcbeetle talks, ok? I haven't really heard him say much in the series, so don't blame me if he doesn't sound normal.) He noticed how his medafighter hadn't uttered a single word yet and was still on the balcony. He didn't know Henry was crying. "Henry, are you okay? Why are you being so still and quiet? It's not like you to do so," the medabot said worriedly. Henry finally snapped back into reality. He wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. "Oh..I'm fine Arcbeetle. I was just thinking about some things. Yeah you're right, I should be getting ready for work." And with that, he hurried to get ready so he wouldn't be late for his day job.

( A/N: So how was it you guys? This is like my first REAL chaptered fic, so go easy on me. Remember to r/r! Any and all flames will be used to plunge the world into another '10 Days of Darkness.' You wouldn't want that to happen, would you? Bye for now ^_^ )