(I know I know, his position and all but please don't pay much attention to that for this chapter)

Your also a youngling again. Expect more youngling chapters then humans because I'm liking youngling more.

(You're on Cybertron and this is before and during the war)

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This chapter...well...

I'm sure you'll figure it out quickly ;)

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I am the flower, and he is my thorn.

He protects me from harm,

And makes sure I'm safe!

He always makes sure I'm well fed

and never go hungry.

And he always makes sure

I'm physically healthy!

He tells me he want more time with me,

But his responsibility is in the way.

He always makes room for me whenever he can.

I love my sire.

Truly, I do.

But I always get scared.

What if he doesn't come back?

What if he doesn't have time for me anymore?

What if he forgets about me?

What if he gets hurt??

What if he gets killed?!

What if he leaves me?!

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But what if...

What if...

What if I want to be the thorns?

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"Sire, do you love me?"

"Of course I do,"

"Do you cherish me?"

"I always have- and I always shall,"

"Forever and ever?"

"For all eternity,"

(Y/n) giggles ecstatically as she hugs Orion as tight as her little arms can- showings him how much his words warmed her little glowing spark.

Orion in turn, gently smiled and hugged her back- reciprocating her affectionate gesture before snapping his helm up towards banging from the closed doors and shoo'ed (Y/n) off.

He then quickly got up and went to open the doors. What could someone want while the Iocan database was closed?

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"(Y/n), what exactly are you doing?"

"I'm gonna make it to your shoulders! I swear I'm strong enough to do it on my own!"

Megatronous simply chuckled at the youngling before he bent his knee and cocked a hip out- letting her have a leverag to grab onto and climb.

"Then do as you wish- for your determination is too admirable to be stopped," He joked.

(Y/n) merely grinned up at him and continued her way up to his spiked shoulders with him nudging her up here and there.

Once at the top, she sat upon his shoulders and raised her arms in victory.

"Haha! I am victorious!" She cheered- making Megatronous chuckle.

"It seems as though my way of speaking has imprinted on you,"

"Ha ha yeah- but not as much as my sire has,"

"That is quite true,"

Turning her head towards Megatron, she opens her mouth to retort- only to stop short as she notices something on his neck-cabling.

"Megatrounous, what happened to your neck-wires?"

The gladiator stiffened before looking at her from the cover of his optics- simply studying her.

The youngling only tilted her helm in confusion- wanting an explanation.

Sighing, Megatronous closed his optics- mentally preparing himself for the flashbacks that were to come back as he explained the damaged wires.

"When I first became a gladiator, I was very inexperienced. I had no idea how to fight- much less use any sort of weapons. In my first gladiator fight, I was paired with a mech named Deadlock- he was stronger than me and more experienced. So when we started to fight," The champion hesitates.

Seeing this, (Y/n) soothingly pats his helm and smiled at him- in which, she receives a grateful smile in return.

"Sometime in the battle, he managed to pin me down and damage my neck quite deeply with his claws. If I hadn't moved away at the last second, he would have ended me,"

(Y/n) could only stare in awe as she leaned back to look at his scar once more.

"Can I touch it?"

Megatronous merely nodded his head- for he trusted the youngling.

Reaching out her servo, (Y/n) gently traces the scar with her digits. It was soft to the touch and not as firm as it should be- meaning that the protective 'skin' was very thin and delicate- but durable enough to not rip.

"If I were to be hit there again- doesn't matter the weapon," The warrior spoke. "I will be finished. And that is why I wear this protective plate that attaches to my spinal structure. That way, I won't be put down so easily,"

Megatronous continued to talk to the youngling that sat atop his shoulders as they waited for Orion to recover in the medbay- wanting to make sure that she is safe and distracted as to not worry about the protest violence that he fell victim to.

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This was the third time in the past solar cycle. The third time that Optimus has gotten hurt some way or another.

The youngling could only wonder and hope...

If he will stay physically healthy just like her- as he was always protecting her someway or another.

But with the state of his frame this time, she began to lose hope.

Right after that thought, she heard a crack and looked around- trying to find the source of the noise.

She looked at the glass-like walls- thinking they were the source but could not find anything.

Her eyes then began to feel strange and she rubbed them- relieving the feeling. Shrugging her shoulders afterward, she scurries after her wounded father

-and completely missed her reflection in the glass wall and the status of her optics.

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This time, it was quite obvious that he was not physically healthy.

Energon stained his armor and faceplate as he was being semi-dragged and held up by some of his comrades who rushed him to Ratchets medbay.

His now dull cyan optics flickered as he glanced around his surroundings before landing on his crying, terrified youngling.

He cracked open his dermas- as if about to call her before he was placed on a berth and rolled into the medbay- the door shutting behind them.

It was only a few hours later did Ratchet come out and let (Y/n) in the room- as she had sat herself outside the entire time- determined to not leave.

The moment the youngling walked in the room- she felt as though she was being crushed.

Her sire, stained in his Energon from only a few hours ago, laid still as fresh new Energon was being pumped into him.

The child began to walk forward slowly- almost shrinking into herself as she began to spot his external injuries and lacerations.

Once close enough, she softly placed her servos on top of his own- only to be surprised as his servo turned over to grip hers.

"Sire-" (Y/n) softly breathed out as she stared up at him- watching as he smiled down at her tear stained face. "Sire, your..."

"I...am alright," Optimus tiredly spoke. "I am alive...and functioning. That..is all that matters,"

"But sire," (Y/n) then began to tear up again. "Your hurt so bad- even more than before,"

"But..I am alive. I am alright (Y/n)," The Prime spoke reassuringly before he narrowed his optics at her- almost squinting. "What..has happened to your optics?"

"My optics? Nothing- I'm fine," (Y/n) immediately answered. No one has said anything to her about them as they were always too busy to take note of her. And she only noticed them recently- but thought nothing of it as they did not bother her. But of course,
he͝r s͟i͞r̸e ͟w̨aś t҉h̨e ̨ơn͡l͝y ̧o̴ne ̧to ҉r҉e͜a͘l͢ly say͟ ̛so͠m̢e̸thin̕g̛ ~

And at that moment, she made up her mind.

"Sire, won't you stay with me?"

And she heard the same crack from some time ago- only, there was multiple. Yet she paid no mind as they in fact, felt relieving.

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And Optimus would only stare on in paralyzing horror.

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"Sire, are you hungry? Are you physically healthy? Do you need anything?"

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"Sire, it's rude not to respond back to someone when they ask you a question,"

The tone in her voice dropped.

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"My youngling..." Optimus weakly spoke up- his voice box being damaged. "You are-..you are ill. Please...let us help..."

(Y/n) stared at him unchanging as she smiled.

"I'm so happy you responded to me sire! It's been a while since I last heard you speak," She then stood up and walked over to a small table filled with an array of items- all varying.

"How about I tell you about my day? Do you remember Ratchet? I'm sure you do- I mean, I didn't damage your helm that much. I only messed with it enough to paralyze you from the waist down- but your lucky I still left the nerve endings on," She giggled before grabbing a welder and walking back over to Optimus's weak form.

"Ratchet is still playing detective and trying to find out where you are- but it kinda frustrates me that he doesn't understand yet that he won't be able to get to you. And then RedAleart and the other ariobots are still out doing search parties and whatnot. I would have told them Megatrons weak spot so the war can be over and done with already- but it's actually keeping them distracted from finding you so that good! Besides, if I wanted to, I could just go and end Megatron myself,"

Crouching down, (Y/n) begins to weld some of Optimus's wounds close- leaving him to wince in pain.

"Hey sire? Can you say the chant for me?~"

But Optimus refused by staying quiet and lowering his helm.

(Y/n) moved the welder inside of the wound- leaving Optimus to cry out in agony. The youngling then quickly took the welder out and smiled up at the Prime- tilting her head in expectancy.

"I-I...will not abide by what you want," The Prime growled out- lifting his helm up enough to glare at his youngling as he panted- intaking air to cool down his system. "I will not feed this illness of yours,"

"Sire," (Y/n) voice dropped as she stood up and glowered down at him. "How many times have I told you, that this is not an illness,"

She then raised her servos and placed them on her chest right above her sparkchamber.

"I care for you very deeply sire! You have always been like my thorn- protecting me from anything or anyone that would want to hurt me and you always made sure I was healthy as I could be,"

(Y/n) then opened her optics as she had closed then whilst talking passionately. She looked down at the handicapped Prime that was chained to the wall and surrounded in his own dried and fresh Energon.

"Sire, I want to be your thorn,"

The sickly green cracks in her optics glowed as she smiled down at him endearingly.

"So please Sire, don't say that I'm sick- it hurts my feelings,"

KYAAAAA MORE YANDERE CHAPTERS!!~~

I'm loving them so much!（╹◡╹）♡

So in this chapter, YOU were the Yandere this time. I actually had some trouble whilst the title because I tried to think of one that would make sense but...meh..

Oh, also Deadlock is my OC. Don't steal.