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The Beginning of the end

Hiroto sighed as he washed his hands, he wondered what happened to the pilot. She wasn't in the seat, could the figure had broke off when the drone crashed? He sure hope he could find it soon, he didn't want the owner of the drone to come and find it's key piece missing. Shaking his hands from the water drops that clung to his skin, Hiroto dried his hands. After they're dry enough he head to go down stairs to join his mother in a late dinner.

The drone was a nice distracting for his mind, from the thoughts of..... no he refused to dwell on it. He had to bear with it, the choice and outcome were never in his control. Entering the kitchen while his mother was already mixing the sauce with the pasta and meatballs. She seemed to be in her usual bright mood, did any of what had happened truly mattered? Hiroto barely processed his actions, as he sat the table meant for two with their eating utensils. Next thing he knew he sat across from his mother with the bowl of food in front of him. Simply moving his fork to his mouth out of basic habit and not hunger, giving only basic responses back to his mom. Who tried to talk or chat with him, but her words didn't seem to reach him. As he couldn't remember what was said, or maybe he never truly listened to what she was currently saying.

He couldn't tell if her cooking was the same as before, as his fork came back empty. Looking down he noticed that his bowl was now empty, when did that happened? Hiroto was about to stand when, he heard his mother speak

"Did you want more honey?"

He moved his head up to the sight of his mother wearing a confused and concern face.

"I guess"

Why did he say that? he didn't feel hungry.... did he? as he followed his mom with his eyes, as she stood from her chair to fetch the giant pot of pasta. saying happily that "her sweet Hiro always loved her cooking". Before she came back with the pot and wooden prong spoon eager to serve her dear child more. Yet when she finished he didn't raise his fork ready for more. It was only when his mother sat down to continue eating, did he follow her actions. But his attention was drawing before he reverted back to complete autopilot, by the next words his mother had spoke without her bright tone. it was a tone like she was unsure, or hesitant.

"So Christmas is soon, and i know it's a little late to be asking hiro. But was there anything you wanted, i know it's been hard with-"

She abrupt cut herself off as she looked off to the side from the eye contact their had. the face of sadness and loneness drawn upon his mother. But that wasn't what had caught his attention, the Christmas part was what caught it. it seemed like he had forgotten something but he was to distracted to know what. thinking to his self, was it truly almost Christmas, how had the time slipped away? did that mean it had been around a month since the-. Suddenly the flash of the orange drone and it's blond pilot enter his mind. Leaning towards his mother from his chair, he let out with a joyful outburst.

"Yeah! there is this super cool orange drone, that looks like a space ship!"

His mother moved her head back surprised at the sudden outburst from her child. but the surprised face turned to the warm smile it always wore. she leaned forward matching the tone of Hiroto in happiness, once he finished a long rant about the design of the drone

"that does sound cool! But it sounds a lot like the one you already have in your room?"

Hiroto paused tilting his head, before asking

"how did you know that?"

His mother simply showed no reaction to his defensive reaction, but she did take a while to reply to his question.

"Why silly, i went to your room to tell you about dinner since you didn't respond to my calls. but you weren't there, and that's when i saw the drone. after that is when i noticed the restroom light on and find out you where there. That's when i finally told you about dinner! Honestly question by my dear precious child about my actions in my house."

The last part was filled with mock sadness as hiroto's mother raised a back of her hand to her eyes while leaning back. Earning a smile from Hiroto, before he spoke once more.

"Yeah it's the same one, but that one isn't mine it crashed in our back yard after i saw it in the morning"

This earned a look of interest from his mom as Hiroto told the story of the drone, but leaving out a details of the pilot. He didn't think he mother would approve of the female toy's design nor his interest in her. when he finished retelling the story his mom nodded her head while saying

"Ok i will try find one to get you for Christmas, but if the owner never comes forward for the drone you may keep it. you don't have to worry about me throwing it out until we can find a replacement one that works agree?"

Hiro nodded his head eagerly, before the mom and son noticed that during their chat. That both their bowls was empty from the warm food that was once in them. Yet this time Hiroto knew what the food tasted like and how good it was to taste. His mother shook her head before telling him

"since we seem to be done with dinner, why don't you going ahead back to your game. you don't have to worry about helping me clean tonight ok? i am sure you want to continue playing where you left off before you dropped it earl-"

His mom paused like she caught herself about to saying something wrong, but when Hiroto looked at her confused. She simply followed up with out losing her composer raising her left hand to her mouth while tilting her head to the right.

"Oops, you know how your dear mother is clueless with your games. Now then if you will excuse me"

With that she turned and head to the kitchen carrying the dirty bowls from their meal. Hiroto shrugged before heading up the stairs to his room, there he saw the barren room devoid of personality. the boxes labeled with tape reading toys and various things stacked to the side and two on his bed. near his desk was a window covered by dark curtains blocking the view outside from the second floor. but what caught his eyes was the drone resting on his desk where he left it. Walking towards his desk as he put his cup of soda on it. While getting ready to continue the horror game from where he left off, but before he grabbed the black controller to bypass the main menu, Hiroto decided to peep into the visor of the drone one more time. As he leaned down slightly to peer into the cockpit, his jaw dropped.

The pilot was there! but it was unreal, she was sitting oddly with her right leg sticking out on the back of the cockpit's floor. She was moving her limbs and joints independently without assistance, to pull wires out from the ships wall. her blond pony tail swaying with each movement of her body as it moved in ways impossible for a toy. She was so beautiful as she looked to be out of this world, her design in a style so similar but different from normal humans. He was even more amazed as the tiny impossible doll reacted realistically to one of the wires sparking and shocking her right hand. Shaking her injured hand while her face scrunched in pain, before she moved her mouth like she was saying something as she slammed a hand to pound the ship's wall. But as she finished her small outrage, she paused to look at the walls of the ship, before she started to turn towards him.

Hiroto blown away pulled himself back before their eyes could meet, he was breathing heavy from the sight of the impossible. That toy was alive, and yet it didn't look or act like a toy. Hiroto hurried out of his room, eyes darting, with his thoughts racing. Before he knew it, Hiroto was back in the kitchen with his mom. Without thinking he rushed to the cabinet holding the cups and glasses, earning the attention of his mom.

"Hiroto did you want a drink, i thought you already had one?"

Emiko watched as her dear child grabbed the glass pint that he always used for rootbeer floats. Put her hands on her hips saying

"really ice cream Hiro? you just ate!"

But her heavy breathing visible fluster son shook his head while rushing out the words

"No it's for one of my..... toys"

Emiko found it odd the tone he used, it was like he was unsure about telling her, or maybe he was embarrassed about the real reason. Then it dawned on her as she watched her son run back to his room, he most likely saw the curly doll of his she had placed on his desk. Beating her lip she decided to give her son some private time and not press the matter. He was a new teen now, and now she would make it a note to ALWAYS knock on his close door from now on. but why use THAT glass?

Now back in his room Hiroto thought to himself what a close one that was, how would he explain to his mom that the toy he just found was alive and in his room? That's when he saw the blond small pilot climb down from her ship slowly and weirdly like she was scared or something. Moving slowly not to give away his position Hiroto approached the desk from her blind spot. when he was close enough to see and reach for her as she walked with her right leg dragging in an angle it wasn't meant to bend in is when he struck.

He brought the glass down over her on to the desk incasing her in the conferment of the transparent cup. He watched as she stumbled into the glass headfirst causing her to lose her balance from her weird walking as she clutched her ribs under her massive.... her face shocked as she placed both hands around her feeling the glass trying to push it out, before looking up at his finger big in scale to her. as he walked around the desk he could see her green eyes following his arm to his face. then the two locked eyes, Hiroto simply pushed his gaming chair out the way, causing the pilot to broke their locked stare and watched the chair roll away in shock.

He could feel his mouth open and eyes wide. How could such a toy have such control and freedom with their plastic? Unless no it couldn't be possible, there is no such thing as tiny people. He stared in amazement as the toy tried to stand up straight.

Samus didn't know why but she tired with everything to stand straight, she placed all her weight on her left foot, while keeping the right just a inch from the ground. Hoping the giant didn't noticed the balled right fist keeping her right foot from touching the ground. She stared up at the giant kid trying to put a brave face on, it was just a kid. she loved kids and animals, they are her weakness, her only soft spot. But was it the fact that this one was the size of a tower, or was it the fact that he almost unknowingly crushed her to death, and was the reason why her body was broken. That made her heart beat quicken and her breathing unsteady?

Hiroto snapped out of his stare, rushing to close his wide open door, while locking it. Aware of the tiny pilot watching his every movement like a hawk, or more like a mouse staring at the snake was what it felt to him. Returning to his desk he decided maybe he wouldn't be so scary if he sat down. So sitting at the red chair the two returned to their stare not sure what to do. Finally after the silence reached a minute Hiroto slowly spoke first

"Don't worry i am not going to hurt you?"

Hiroto said unsure if the Pilot could understand him, watching her as the tiny blond space girl. Moved her head to the side eyeing him, before dropping her shoulders just a bit. Her stern that tired to hide the sacredness behind it, seemed to ease just a bit. Hiroto bit his lip, as he tired to ease her just a little more with

"Um my name is Hiroto, you can call me Hiro it's what only my mom calls me, but you can to if you want?"

Hiro waited just a bit from his unsure follow up, trying to give the tiny pilot space to feel like she was safe. but he didn't wait long as she let out a response matching his unsure tone.

"I am Samus Aran... nice to meet you Hiro."

Samus voice was calm and mature despite her looks, not that hiroto was looking. Now Hiroto wasn't even looking at Samus as he spoked his next words carefully.

"Hi Samus it's nice to meet you to. but what are you?"

Hiroto grimaced he didn't mean for it to come out like that. Yet Samus didn't seem to mind from her tone, it was like she was used to seeing thing so different from herself.

"I'm a bounty hunter, and am apart of the human race"

Hiroto was puzzled that wasn't true and it didn't sound like she was telling the whole truth but like a fool he blurted out

"No you're not!"

hiroto couldn't believe what he said as he put both hands to his mouth, looking back to the tiny bounty hunter. yet she didn't seemed offended but surprised like she was caught lying. but Hiroto took the expression the wrong way rushing to respond with leaning his head down

"i am so sorry! I meant to say you look human but so different from us! your face is like something out of a video game, and you are so small!

Hiroto couldn't see how Samus took his follow up, but when he heard a laugh that was cut off as fast as it started. He looked up concerned at the sight of the tiny blond holding her ribs like befo-.. eyes up. her right eye was closed like she was in pain, concerned Hiroto leaned closer to the glass

"Samus are you ok? i am sorry i didn't mean to offend you"

Placing both his hands around his glass that he used to share root beer floats with his dad most Friday's after the long week of work or school. that two talking about their days or video games their watching the other play. The sound of his dad laughing at the awful dad jokes or puns his dad always used to hiroto's pretend pain at them. the eye roll his mom would do when she found the two at the living near midnight, telling them to head to bed. Hiroto was snapped out of it by the sound of worried Samus tapping on the glass of the cup calling to him.

"Hiro! hey answer me!"

Hiro rose the glass of the desk and away from Samus causing her to lose her balance and almost fall face first. saying like he was a mile away not even looking at her.

"yeah?"

yet Samus didn't even hold the giant Hiro's attention as he simply walked away from the desk and her. moving to a massive door almost more then 2 times his size. yet he opened it without effort revealing a room smaller then the one she was in with a wooden plank connecting both sides of the wall with the back of the small room. There she saw Hiro put the Glass that stole him mentally from the present, and held her captive. On the wooden board to where it couldn't be seen from the door's opening unless you knew where it was or you stuck your head in there. And with the glass hidden from the world Hiro simply shut the door and started walking back to her. Yet He didn't meet her gaze, as he sat on the red chair that dwarfed her size like everything in this planet.

But the giant child still didn't look at her, he just stared at the screen from before displaying the words Resident Evil 2. His massive pale hands clutching the weird black object yet not moving His Eyes devoid of life they held before watching the dark sky of the screen. It pain Samus to see such a child like this, It gave her the painfully memories of when her parents were torn from her so long ago. Without thinking Samus tired to hobble forward to him, stumbling from her leg. Yet it didn't stop the bounty hunter she was on a mission. When she reached his giant hands, that she was able to see the tremors of shaking ever so slightly, Samus collapse not able to stand anymore using the last of the strength she had left from her legs just to reached that place.

Placing her right hand from where she sat on her rear with her legs to drain to move, on to the giant hand of Hiro stroking it calmly. Causing the trembling hand to flinch from her gentle touch, yet she didn't stop. For after watching her parents and their team be massacred, and the ones who adopted who after and changed her DNA to become half human Half Chozo. The Chozo race who were completely and utterly extinct from the Metroids and Space pirates. Samus who had everyone and everything she thought she loved taken and destroyed.

No she couldn't stand still and watch a child cry, and that what's Hiro did. The one who was ten times her size, The one who could kill her in one step. But who was regardless still only just a child... for that's what he did he... cried.

To Be continued

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The Beginning of the end

Hiroto sighed as he washed his hands, he wondered what happened to the pilot. She wasn't in the seat, could the figure had broke off when the drone crashed? He sure hope he could find it soon, he didn't want the owner of the drone to come and find it's key piece missing. Shaking his hands from the water drops that clung to his skin, Hiroto dried his hands. After they're dry enough he head to go down stairs to join his mother in a late dinner.

The drone was a nice distracting for his mind, from the thoughts of..... no he refused to dwell on it. He had to bear with it, the choice and outcome were never in his control. Entering the kitchen while his mother was already mixing the sauce with the pasta and meatballs. She seemed to be in her usual bright mood, did any of what had happened truly mattered? Hiroto barely processed his actions, as he sat the table meant for two with their eating utensils. Next thing he knew he sat across from his mother with the bowl of food in front of him. Simply moving his fork to his mouth out of basic habit and not hunger, giving only basic responses back to his mom. Who tried to talk or chat with him, but her words didn't seem to reach him. As he couldn't remember what was said, or maybe he never truly listened to what she was currently saying.

He couldn't tell if her cooking was the same as before, as his fork came back empty. Looking down he noticed that his bowl was now empty, when did that happened? Hiroto was about to stand when, he heard his mother speak

"Did you want more honey?"

He moved his head up to the sight of his mother wearing a confused and concern face.

"I guess"

Why did he say that? he didn't feel hungry.... did he? as he followed his mom with his eyes, as she stood from her chair to fetch the giant pot of pasta. saying happily that "her sweet Hiro always loved her cooking". Before she came back with the pot and wooden prong spoon eager to serve her dear child more. Yet when she finished he didn't raise his fork ready for more. It was only when his mother sat down to continue eating, did he follow her actions. But his attention was drawing before he reverted back to complete autopilot, by the next words his mother had spoke without her bright tone. it was a tone like she was unsure, or hesitant.

"So Christmas is soon, and i know it's a little late to be asking hiro. But was there anything you wanted, i know it's been hard with-"

She abrupt cut herself off as she looked off to the side from the eye contact their had. the face of sadness and loneness drawn upon his mother. But that wasn't what had caught his attention, the Christmas part was what caught it. it seemed like he had forgotten something but he was to distracted to know what. thinking to his self, was it truly almost Christmas, how had the time slipped away? did that mean it had been around a month since the-. Suddenly the flash of the orange drone and it's blond pilot enter his mind. Leaning towards his mother from his chair, he let out with a joyful outburst.

"Yeah! there is this super cool orange drone, that looks like a space ship!"

His mother moved her head back surprised at the sudden outburst from her child. but the surprised face turned to the warm smile it always wore. she leaned forward matching the tone of Hiroto in happiness, once he finished a long rant about the design of the drone

"that does sound cool! But it sounds a lot like the one you already have in your room?"

Hiroto paused tilting his head, before asking

"how did you know that?"

His mother simply showed no reaction to his defensive reaction, but she did take a while to reply to his question.

"Why silly, i went to your room to tell you about dinner since you didn't respond to my calls. but you weren't there, and that's when i saw the drone. after that is when i noticed the restroom light on and find out you where there. That's when i finally told you about dinner! Honestly question by my dear precious child about my actions in my house."

The last part was filled with mock sadness as hiroto's mother raised a back of her hand to her eyes while leaning back. Earning a smile from Hiroto, before he spoke once more.

"Yeah it's the same one, but that one isn't mine it crashed in our back yard after i saw it in the morning"

This earned a look of interest from his mom as Hiroto told the story of the drone, but leaving out a details of the pilot. He didn't think he mother would approve of the female toy's design nor his interest in her. when he finished retelling the story his mom nodded her head while saying

"Ok i will try find one to get you for Christmas, but if the owner never comes forward for the drone you may keep it. you don't have to worry about me throwing it out until we can find a replacement one that works agree?"

Hiro nodded his head eagerly, before the mom and son noticed that during their chat. That both their bowls was empty from the warm food that was once in them. Yet this time Hiroto knew what the food tasted like and how good it was to taste. His mother shook her head before telling him

"since we seem to be done with dinner, why don't you going ahead back to your game. you don't have to worry about helping me clean tonight ok? i am sure you want to continue playing where you left off before you dropped it earl-"

His mom paused like she caught herself about to saying something wrong, but when Hiroto looked at her confused. She simply followed up with out losing her composer raising her left hand to her mouth while tilting her head to the right.

"Oops, you know how your dear mother is clueless with your games. Now then if you will excuse me"

With that she turned and head to the kitchen carrying the dirty bowls from their meal. Hiroto shrugged before heading up the stairs to his room, there he saw the barren room devoid of personality. the boxes labeled with tape reading toys and various things stacked to the side and two on his bed. near his desk was a window covered by dark curtains blocking the view outside from the second floor. but what caught his eyes was the drone resting on his desk where he left it. Walking towards his desk as he put his cup of soda on it. While getting ready to continue the horror game from where he left off, but before he grabbed the black controller to bypass the main menu, Hiroto decided to peep into the visor of the drone one more time. As he leaned down slightly to peer into the cockpit, his jaw dropped.

The pilot was there! but it was unreal, she was sitting oddly with her right leg sticking out on the back of the cockpit's floor. She was moving her limbs and joints independently without assistance, to pull wires out from the ships wall. her blond pony tail swaying with each movement of her body as it moved in ways impossible for a toy. She was so beautiful as she looked to be out of this world, her design in a style so similar but different from normal humans. He was even more amazed as the tiny impossible doll reacted realistically to one of the wires sparking and shocking her right hand. Shaking her injured hand while her face scrunched in pain, before she moved her mouth like she was saying something as she slammed a hand to pound the ship's wall. But as she finished her small outrage, she paused to look at the walls of the ship, before she started to turn towards him.

Hiroto blown away pulled himself back before their eyes could meet, he was breathing heavy from the sight of the impossible. That toy was alive, and yet it didn't look or act like a toy. Hiroto hurried out of his room, eyes darting, with his thoughts racing. Before he knew it, Hiroto was back in the kitchen with his mom. Without thinking he rushed to the cabinet holding the cups and glasses, earning the attention of his mom.

"Hiroto did you want a drink, i thought you already had one?"

Emiko watched as her dear child grabbed the glass pint that he always used for rootbeer floats. Put her hands on her hips saying

"really ice cream Hiro? you just ate!"

But her heavy breathing visible fluster son shook his head while rushing out the words

"No it's for one of my..... toys"

Emiko found it odd the tone he used, it was like he was unsure about telling her, or maybe he was embarrassed about the real reason. Then it dawned on her as she watched her son run back to his room, he most likely saw the curly doll of his she had placed on his desk. Beating her lip she decided to give her son some private time and not press the matter. He was a new teen now, and now she would make it a note to ALWAYS knock on his close door from now on. but why use THAT glass?

Now back in his room Hiroto thought to himself what a close one that was, how would he explain to his mom that the toy he just found was alive and in his room? That's when he saw the blond small pilot climb down from her ship slowly and weirdly like she was scared or something. Moving slowly not to give away his position Hiroto approached the desk from her blind spot. when he was close enough to see and reach for her as she walked with her right leg dragging in an angle it wasn't meant to bend in is when he struck.

He brought the glass down over her on to the desk incasing her in the conferment of the transparent cup. He watched as she stumbled into the glass headfirst causing her to lose her balance from her weird walking as she clutched her ribs under her massive.... her face shocked as she placed both hands around her feeling the glass trying to push it out, before looking up at his finger big in scale to her. as he walked around the desk he could see her green eyes following his arm to his face. then the two locked eyes, Hiroto simply pushed his gaming chair out the way, causing the pilot to broke their locked stare and watched the chair roll away in shock.

He could feel his mouth open and eyes wide. How could such a toy have such control and freedom with their plastic? Unless no it couldn't be possible, there is no such thing as tiny people. He stared in amazement as the toy tried to stand up straight.

Samus didn't know why but she tired with everything to stand straight, she placed all her weight on her left foot, while keeping the right just a inch from the ground. Hoping the giant didn't noticed the balled right fist keeping her right foot from touching the ground. She stared up at the giant kid trying to put a brave face on, it was just a kid. she loved kids and animals, they are her weakness, her only soft spot. But was it the fact that this one was the size of a tower, or was it the fact that he almost unknowingly crushed her to death, and was the reason why her body was broken. That made her heart beat quicken and her breathing unsteady?

Hiroto snapped out of his stare, rushing to close his wide open door, while locking it. Aware of the tiny pilot watching his every movement like a hawk, or more like a mouse staring at the snake was what it felt to him. Returning to his desk he decided maybe he wouldn't be so scary if he sat down. So sitting at the red chair the two returned to their stare not sure what to do. Finally after the silence reached a minute Hiroto slowly spoke first

"Don't worry i am not going to hurt you?"

Hiroto said unsure if the Pilot could understand him, watching her as the tiny blond space girl. Moved her head to the side eyeing him, before dropping her shoulders just a bit. Her stern that tired to hide the sacredness behind it, seemed to ease just a bit. Hiroto bit his lip, as he tired to ease her just a little more with

"Um my name is Hiroto, you can call me Hiro it's what only my mom calls me, but you can to if you want?"

Hiro waited just a bit from his unsure follow up, trying to give the tiny pilot space to feel like she was safe. but he didn't wait long as she let out a response matching his unsure tone.

"I am Samus Aran... nice to meet you Hiro."

Samus voice was calm and mature despite her looks, not that hiroto was looking. Now Hiroto wasn't even looking at Samus as he spoked his next words carefully.

"Hi Samus it's nice to meet you to. but what are you?"

Hiroto grimaced he didn't mean for it to come out like that. Yet Samus didn't seem to mind from her tone, it was like she was used to seeing thing so different from herself.

"I'm a bounty hunter, and am apart of the human race"

Hiroto was puzzled that wasn't true and it didn't sound like she was telling the whole truth but like a fool he blurted out

"No you're not!"

hiroto couldn't believe what he said as he put both hands to his mouth, looking back to the tiny bounty hunter. yet she didn't seemed offended but surprised like she was caught lying. but Hiroto took the expression the wrong way rushing to respond with leaning his head down

"i am so sorry! I meant to say you look human but so different from us! your face is like something out of a video game, and you are so small!

Hiroto couldn't see how Samus took his follow up, but when he heard a laugh that was cut off as fast as it started. He looked up concerned at the sight of the tiny blond holding her ribs like befo-.. eyes up. her right eye was closed like she was in pain, concerned Hiroto leaned closer to the glass

"Samus are you ok? i am sorry i didn't mean to offend you"

Placing both his hands around his glass that he used to share root beer floats with his dad most Friday's after the long week of work or school. that two talking about their days or video games their watching the other play. The sound of his dad laughing at the awful dad jokes or puns his dad always used to hiroto's pretend pain at them. the eye roll his mom would do when she found the two at the living near midnight, telling them to head to bed. Hiroto was snapped out of it by the sound of worried Samus tapping on the glass of the cup calling to him.

"Hiro! hey answer me!"

Hiro rose the glass of the desk and away from Samus causing her to lose her balance and almost fall face first. saying like he was a mile away not even looking at her.

"yeah?"

yet Samus didn't even hold the giant Hiro's attention as he simply walked away from the desk and her. moving to a massive door almost more then 2 times his size. yet he opened it without effort revealing a room smaller then the one she was in with a wooden plank connecting both sides of the wall with the back of the small room. There she saw Hiro put the Glass that stole him mentally from the present, and held her captive. On the wooden board to where it couldn't be seen from the door's opening unless you knew where it was or you stuck your head in there. And with the glass hidden from the world Hiro simply shut the door and started walking back to her. Yet He didn't meet her gaze, as he sat on the red chair that dwarfed her size like everything in this planet.

But the giant child still didn't look at her, he just stared at the screen from before displaying the words Resident Evil 2. His massive pale hands clutching the weird black object yet not moving His Eyes devoid of life they held before watching the dark sky of the screen. It pain Samus to see such a child like this, It gave her the painfully memories of when her parents were torn from her so long ago. Without thinking Samus tired to hobble forward to him, stumbling from her leg. Yet it didn't stop the bounty hunter she was on a mission. When she reached his giant hands, that she was able to see the tremors of shaking ever so slightly, Samus collapse not able to stand anymore using the last of the strength she had left from her legs just to reached that place.

Placing her right hand from where she sat on her rear with her legs to drain to move, on to the giant hand of Hiro stroking it calmly. Causing the trembling hand to flinch from her gentle touch, yet she didn't stop. For after watching her parents and their team be massacred, and the ones who adopted who after and changed her DNA to become half human Half Chozo. The Chozo race who were completely and utterly extinct from the Metroids and Space pirates. Samus who had everyone and everything she thought she loved taken and destroyed.

No she couldn't stand still and watch a child cry, and that what's Hiro did. The one who was ten times her size, The one who could kill her in one step. But who was regardless still only just a child... for that's what he did he... cried.

To Be continued