So here's my first GSG fanfic. I've currently put up a hiatus on my Witch Hunter Robin fanfic (which have been going on quite fine, but I just lost interest in the anime..sob sob). Now, my current obsession is this! I came across a thought of the GSG girls growing up, but did they ever say in the anime that they can't? I would very much appreciate it if anyone knew. Anyway, please R/R and leave concrits cause I really love those things and just makes me a better writer. Thanks!
Disclaimer- I do not own GSG!
GSG: Dolls in Neverland
Chapter One - Uomini, macchine e ragazze
Men, Machine, and Girls
"Well," Dr. Bianchi breathed, quite perplexed, holding a print-out after the girls' semi-weekly examinations. "How would you explain this, Croce?"
The two men were seated in front of the glass wall that put a barrier between the gray examination room with the single steel table where Henrietta was just waking up from the anesthesia. Jose did not peel his eyes from the small girl in the white gown, now sitting up and looking up at him with the doe-like eyes with something like a glint of excitement and an unexplainable sparkle of anticipation.
"You tell me, Bianchi. You're the doctor, aren't you?" He replied monotonously. A new one wouldn't be so bad, either. He thought. He had promised Henrietta ice cream at Piazza di Spagna as soon as this thing was over, and remembered her saying that she was almost reaching her prime goal in life – taste every single flavor of gelato in Italy.
"Huh, I might think that over, now that you've mentioned it." Bianchi answered with no humor, "Before I do that though, you might as well look this over." He reached over and handed Jose the print out.
Jose gave Bianchi a glance, and saw that he was really being serious. He took the paper and skimmed it hastily just to satisfy the doctor.
"Everything looks very well, I would say…" Jose stopped in mid-sentence. "101 cm?"
"Last time I checked her up, the girl was 100.5." Bianchi muttered gravely. "We've got ourselves a little problem."
The Croce brothers met up at the practice shooting range. The place was very deserted, since a) they both abandoned the sparring practice, and b) Jean preferred that no one witness him talking to Jose.
Jean showed every bit of his antipathy in having to come out here to talk about "something gravely important" as Jose put it. He did not buy it, but he was here anyway.
"What are you trying to say?" Jean demanded, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. His cold blue eyes narrowed in annoyance.
Jose leaned against the wooden table with cartons of bullets strewn across it. He picked on up and rolled it between his fingers. "I never thought this was possible, and you might think I'm an idiot. Maybe I already am." He said, looking at the small piece of shiny lead between his fingers.
Jean raised his eyebrows.
"The girls are experiencing growth."
Jean's face went blank. His hard expression didn't change, but his cigarette did fall off his mouth.
"You are a goddamn idiot, Jose. I think it's about time that you---" Jean raised a fist, as if attempting to pull Jose back into reality.
"I know, but you have to look at this first. Here." Jose forced the crumpled piece of paper into Jean's hands. He snatched it, and his incredulous eyes immediately moved on the page. "I know what you're thinking, brother. Just look at it."
"What the hell…" Jean muttered, his tense shoulders falling.
"Rico has grown almost .8 cm over the last three days. Surely you have noticed it. The same goes to Claes and Henrietta. Triela, conversely, has changed the least. I find that a relief."
"They are goddamn cyborgs, Jose. Tools. From what I know, carbon muscle fibers and limbs are incapable of growing. What the hellis going on here?" Jean spat as if his was all sickening to him.
Jose looked at his distraught blond brother with furrowed brows. "Tools? Jean, I think that this was how it was supposed to be around here. The girls are finally becoming something more like human beings." Jose answered rather coldly, although his voice would never be as cold and hard as Jean's if he ever tried.
With that, the dark-haired brother mutely turned and walked away into the SWA building.
"Triela, do you think it's going to rain soon?" Henrietta inquired in an anxious panic in her voice. She gazed intently out the window, and to her dismay, a roll of thunder rumbled not far away.
The taller, older girl was just getting into rearranging her long line of Steiff teddy bears, listened to the distant rumble and said matter-of-factly, "Yes," when, she heard the smaller girl let out a muffled sob. Triela jumped by to her side and put a motherly arm around her. "Aw, Henrietta, is it Jose again?"
She nodded wetly into her shoulders, creating blotches onto her new white shirt Hilshire had bought for her. It must have been the damned washing machine, since her old button-up and pants have shrunken by quiet a lot. She quietly blamed Priscilla for causing Hilshire such a problem. But, she hated to admit, she was quite pleased by his attention.
When Triela tried with all her efforts to soothe the distressed little Henrietta, someone knocked the door, sending the two girls to a start. Before she could say anything, four men, composed of the two doctors Bianchi and Gilliani, a technician named Belgonchi, and, amidst the frowning faces, was Jose. The strange foursome barged in without a word.
Triela stood up automatically, very startled. "Uh, something wrong?"