Hey-ya, there! Not expecting a story here, huh? Well, Rin is very versatile, meaning she does a lot of different things.
Warning!! Original Character warning!! You have been warned!!!
Yes, this is a Cyborg 009 fan fiction. In this little plot bunny (I've heard it been called that, so I thought I'd use it), I have created an experimental Cyborg series, the 00XI series. (Please note that it is zero-zero-X-I, not zero-zero-eleven. Thank you.)
This takes my original character, Amé Takeharu (a.k.a. 00XI6), through a life changing experience that she may or may not forget.
Here's where my warnings must come in. At first, Amé sounds a little perfect, I know. I did that on purpose to make thing more interesting; perfection to nothing in x-amount of time. Now, 009 has a big crush on Amé and he doesn't hide it very well due to explanation in story. Amé would much rather stay as far away from him as humanly possible. (Did I accidentally make a pun there?)
Let me just say, that nothing of weird perversion will happen. I wrote this for the mere fun of writing. Rated T for Teen because of slight violence, slight swearing, slightly occasional what-the-fish (WTF) moments, and some cutesy hugging scenes.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CYBORG 009 IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM!! All character belong to and are copyrighted to their respectful creators. I DO HOWEVER OWN THE 00XI6 CHARACTERS!
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Amé Takeharu
My name is Amé Takeharu. For the first sixteen years of my life, I have been a loyal member to the Takeharu family. I was a straight 'A' student, honor roll for five years running. I had the voice of an angel, and the athletics of most Olympic competitors. I was the perfect daughter. I even had a boyfriend; although he was my best friend for most of my life, and he was the one mark on my record.
He was an orphan, raised at the local church orphanage. He was three years older than me, but that never stopped us from being the closest of friends. I was fourteen when he finally asked to be my boyfriend; I couldn't say no to him. My family hated the idea of their perfect daughter dating an orphan, but they accepted the fact that I was happy. The Takeharu blood line would continue, and that was all that mattered.
Life was perfect, until he disappeared. It was one year ago when he was suspected of murdering the priest of the church. He had just up and vanished the next day. Mother, with her long hair pulled back while cooking, had told me that it was because he couldn't handle the Takeharu pressure. She died the next day of unknown reasons, leaving me as the only living female residence of the Takeharu heir line. As Takeharu tradition, women in the family must let their hair grown as long as possible and when they die, their hair is cut and woven into a scarf. Her scarf hangs over our doorway. There were too many losses that month.
But… Life slowly began to return to its usual rut in my day-to-day schedule. Perfect, normal, like nothing could go wrong. Then…
The Black Ghost Organization got hold of me. Wiping all memories from my—
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Some beginning, huh? Don't worry, it gets better.