Disclaimer: Yoyo. I dun own 9, Mistah Acker does, and despite my repeated attempts to seek info about Acker I have failed. Epically. More shameless 9 oneshots! XD

7 embraced her son. "Be safe." She murmured. He pulled away slightly, holding her out at arms length. "It's okay, mom, I'll be fine." Her grip slackened and with a smile she commented, "You know, you remind me of your father sometimes. He was headstrong and stubborn too. But he was a coward. You get your fearlessness from me."

"Along with all her recklessness too." 9 added from behind them, leaning nonchalantly against a rusted pole. 7 shot him a look. "You look like him too, your father, I mean. We designed you to look like him." 9 said. 7 replied, 'he's right. You're nearly his spitting image. Other than your number of course." He glanced over his shoulder at the number on his back. The first half was obscured by his line of vision but the 7 in the second digit was as clear as day on his white fabric.

He adjusted his helmet, which looked almost exactly like his mother's. The twins, 3 and 4, shot out from behind 7 and embraced him tightly, blinking their farewells. He left their hug and started to walk. Looking over his shoulder, he called out "G'bye everyone! I'll see you all in a week!" And with that he was off.

9 turned to the others and said, "It's really rather fitting that we named him after both you and his father. He's a complete mixture of you and him, which were polar opposites to begin with." 7 was not listening to a word 9 said, silently praying with that worry all mothers have when their only child leaves home for the first time. "Be safe, 17."

AN: Ooh. XD Big shocker ending. XD More 1x7. I tried to do a 5x7 one, it failed and it turned into a 1x7 one with tinges of 5x7 and 9x7, more so of the former. That one I won't be putting up cause it's pretty bad. As in not good for small children. XD Anyway, RER. There may be more of these on the way.