Disclaimer: I don't own Cyborg 009, or any of the websites or fics mentioned here. Kinda wish I did though.
Jet Link, greatest cyborg of all time, was browsing through a website called He was also supposed to be running diagnostics on the Dolphin, but those took forever and he was bored. He had discovered this one day after typing "Black Ghost" in the Google search engine just to see what would happen. The top link happened to be a profile for an authoress called "Midnight Chrysanthemum." She had written a story called, "Fun at Black Ghost's Expense." It was good, even if it wasn't about him, sexy hunk of man meat that he was.
Anyway! After laughing his ass off, he decided to browse through the site, looking for more of these so-called "fanfics." What he found surprised him. Apparently, they were a TON of girls who had heard of his greatness, and wanted to marry him. Unfortunately, many more had chosen 004 over him. It was pathetic how many teenaged girls wasted their time swooning over an older man who really wanted nothing to do with women, much less a young girl. What REALLY shocked him was that a few people had even written "fics" about him falling in love with 004 or 009! It was, in a word, freaky.
"How are those diagnostics coming, 002?" 008 asked, leaning over from his station.
Jet quickly closed out of the fic he had been reading (Ferris Wheel Fun, where he had hooked up with a certain pretty French girl, yes!) before he had the chance to see it. With his luck, he probably had, which was why he was checking on him in the first place. "Fine, fine. They're almost done," he replied, looking up and giving him his most winning smile.
"Hm, that's strange,"the African murmured, "The screen says they were done 5 minutes ago."
Jet panicked. "Um, well… you see I was, uh…"
008 chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry 002. I won't tell 004 that you were reading fics about him."
"WHAT!" Had he been reading over his shoulder the whole time?
Still laughing to himself, 008 stood and crossed the room. "I'm going to go tell Dr. Gilmore the diagnostics are complete." He paused at the door. Looking over his shoulder he smiled, "Don't worry about, 002. I don't care if you're gay. It's stupid to judge people based on their sexual orientation, anyway."
Jet just gaped and stared at the black man's retreating back, too stunned to deny the outrageous assumption.
-Owari