Title: Fan Art 0016
Author: The Person Behind My Mask
Pairings: 03/09 hintage, 04/OC, and possible 09/OC
Rating: PG-13 (for kissing and cursing and what not that I write in this fic)
Warnings: Possible Mary-Sue action here, not sure, the story is about me.
Genres: General/Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: Ok, I usually like to be very witty in my disclaimers, but I'm not in the mood. ::sigh:: So here you go, I don't own Cyborg 009, I just write fanfics about it cause I'm depressing and I wish I had a life, sound good? K.
Summary: Claire Willins, an average 16-year-old American girl, is kidnapped by the secret organization of Black Ghost and made into a Cyborg by the name of 0016.
Notes: Ok, I'm up to my ears in bunnies, so if you know a muse needing a writer, please, I'm begging you, send it in the opposite direction of me, k? I hope you enjoy the fic. I love reviews and hate flames. I do, however, accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. There is a difference.
Chapter 1: Fields of Innocence
In the gray house on Yards Road, everything was silent. Well, except for the three barking two year old puppies in the backyard, the soft humming of the downstairs toilet, the gushing of the low water fish tank, the roar of the air conditioning unit, and the random clicking of the spinning fan and then
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* The rather large lump in the den bed shifted. A hand slipped out from under the covers and gently tapped the top of the egg clock before sliding down the side and cutting the snooze off altogether. Then, with its mission completed and the cold air getting to it, the hand returned under the large pile of blankets. For moments there was silence until finally the lump moved again. This time a head popped out from the top of the sheets, a pillow joining it. Moving a few stray blondish-brown strands out of her sky blue eyes, Claire Willins looked around. The den was dark and the egg clock displayed that it was only 4 o'clock in the morning. Claire went to grind her teeth when she realized the strange plastic between them. She growled lowly as she reached in, pulled out her positioner, and placed it in the small blue container located on her table beside her bed. Claire first realized she made a good morning person when she was in the ninth grade. Now in the eleventh, she was starting to doubt it slightly. She groaned, flicking more of the thick hair out of her face, tucking it lightly behind her ears. She forced herself not to crawl back into the warmth of her layered sheets and quickly crawled out. The moment her foot touched the floor she let out a quiet gasp. She quickly rushed across the room to a pile of dirty cloths, pulled out a pair of pants, and then slid on her house shoes. Her angel shirt hung down to her knees. She walked sleepily across the room to the air unit, avoiding random shoes, papers, stuffed animals, and other strange miscellaneous items. When she reached the unit she turned the knob until it was on 'off' and the air quickly seized. She then turned and walked down her wooden stairs until she came to the locked wooden door at the bottom, which she had only realized was locked once she tried to turn the knob. She froze for a second, wondering why her door was locked when she hadn't been the one to do it. Wade. She thought bitterly. Her parents always locked the door when her brother came over. Long story. She shook her head and unlocked the door continuing her journey to the fridge just a few steps away from her door. She opened it, its light overwhelming her dilated eyes. She glanced away and then looked back once she knew she could handle it. Milk, apple juice, Pepsi, diet Pepsi, bud light, lettuce, left over macaroni and cheese, eggs, and what other distinguishable and non-distinguishable items. She grabbed the milk out and lugged it over to the counter. After setting down the milk, she made her way to the cabinet by the sink. Cereal and oatmeal could be found here. She reached in pulling out the box of Lucky Charms. Finding it was light meaning probably mostly empty, she returned the box and pulled out the heavier box of Trix. She carried it over to the milk then went to another cabinet to get a bowl and then to a drawer to get a spoon. She glanced at the utensils and choose a plastic spoon over a metal one. She returned to her seat at the counter. Pouring the Trix and then the milk until all the little pieces were flooded. She ate her food quietly and then, returning the milk and box, she took the dirty bowl and spoon to the sink. Submersing it in water, she returned to her room. She collected her housecoat and made her way back down her stairs. She then walked quietly through the hall and up the carpeted stairs, going to the right she headed to the end of the hall. No one lived down here anymore, not since her two brothers moved away. Three doors, one to her left, right, and one right in front of her. She walked into the room in front of her. It was lit lowly by a green light. Once she closed the door behind her and cut on the light the green light disappeared. She draped the housecoat on the closed toilet and then moved on. She exited the bathroom with her housecoat on and a towel wrapped around her hair. She brisk fully made her way back to her room and got dressed. The rest of the morning was spent surfing the internet and sleeping just a little more. At 7 o'clock, she made her way down the stairs, saying good-bye to her mother and father she headed out the door. She threw her book bag in the back seat and started up her car. A jungle green Saturn. She drove all the way to school. The back parking lot was mostly empty. Claire had gotten used to this, in fact, that was why she came to school early in the first place. She had always been afraid of driving. She parked her car and walked inside, making her way to the library. The hall floors were carpeted, as they had just been at the beginning of the school year. She came across a teacher with messy chin length brown hair with her glasses perched thoughtfully on her lower nose. The teacher's wild eyes lit up.
"Ah, Ms. Willins. How are you doing this year?" Claire was glad to see her old, crazy teacher. She hadn't been able to talk to her yet.
"I'm doing well. This is my easy semester. Ask me that again next semester and I might have a different answer for you." Claire said smiling. The teacher lightly laughed.
"Don't say that. I'm sure you'll do fine. What will you have?" She asked.
"Chemistry, Algebra II, Sociology, and US History" Claire reported. Her old Psychology teacher smiled. "Well, I got to get to the library. Bye!" Claire called, waving to her teacher before turning to look in front of her again. Her eyes dulling. She had always been a teacher's pet, loving simply just to talk with her more interesting teachers, seeing as how she planed on being one once she graduated. She approached the library only to realize it the lights were off. This meant it wasn't open yet. The library wasn't really 'supposed' to open until 7:30 anyway, so she didn't mind. It's just, sometimes they were early and she would much rather sit in the library than sit in the cafeteria. However, she didn't have a choice, especially since she spotted the vice principal moving in on her. Acting as if she didn't see the vice principal she lightly looked through the window into the library then walked calmly off. She entered the already crowded cafeteria, making her way over to the snack counter. The twins Ana and Carol, whom were Seniors who had been in her Psychology class, were busy exchanging candy for money. Claire leaned against the door smiling. "Need help? I'm free till the library opens." Carolina didn't say anything but Ana shook her head. "Oh well, then can I have one Nerd Rope?" She asked. Carol got the candy while Ana collected a dollar from her friend. Claire took the candy with a smile. "Have a great day guys!" She was about to make her way to an empty table when she quickly turned, looking at the two. "Wait, when is the next Honor Art Society meeting?" she asked.
"Thursday!" Ana called. Claire and Ana both shared the love for drawing anime, not to mention just liking anime in general. Claire was about to take her seat when she spotted the library lights were on through the cafeteria windows. At first it just looked like a rather large glare from one of the overhead lights, but after a moment of studying it, she realized the truth. She made her way back through the hall, carefully hiding the candy in her backpack before entering the library. She knew Ms. Faulkenberry was probably in the back office but Dakota Cow was walking around the circle of computers, turning each one on.
"Hey" Claire said, the boy smiled and continued cutting on the computer. They would talk sometimes but they couldn't really call each other friends. In the mornings, before anyone else got there, was the only time they ever spoke to one another. Claire made her way to the square table in front of the TV. She was the first, obviously. She sat her bag beside her feet as she sat. She pulled out her sketch pad and began to draw. She was drawing a picture of the Gundam Wing pilot Duo Maxwell as a kitten when a hand quickly hit her back. She jumped slightly, scratching a long line across her paper. She didn't even have to hear the loud laughing to know who it was. "MARIE! YOU MESSED ME UP!" She snapped. Her longhaired friend lifted her hands up protectively.
"Sorry! I just thought it'd be fun." Marie First, the senior, said as she took her seat to Claire's right.
"Yeah, well, you had your fun and now my picture is ruined." Claire glared. Marie could tell she was not joking and by looking down she knew why. Claire had been drawing her first draft in pen. Sometimes Claire thought she drew better under the stress of knowing she couldn't go back if she messed up. Claire accepted her friend's apology and crumpled the ruined paper into a tight ball before ricocheting it off her friends head.
"Why you little!" Marie playfully hissed.
"Hey, you deserved it." Claire said innocently. Her friend smiled. The library was slowly getting more crowded. Claire looked up as Ramy Dill joined them. Ramy sat to Claire's left. Ramy was a senior as well and would not be coming back next semester cause she would be graduating. Ramy loved horses and was already planning to become a horse trainer as her profession. Then, Elizabeth, Marie's senior friend also joined them. Claire, Marie, and one other named Rae Anders, whom had recently moved away, made up The Psychos. Marie was telling Elizabeth about something one of their friends had did when a scolding hiss roared their way.
"You four, leave the library right now!" It was Ms. McNair. Though Ms. Faulkenberry had never been what Claire would call nice, Ms. McNair was a demon in comparison. The four stood, growling low profanities as they collected their stuff and left. They ended up in the cafeteria until the bell rang. Claire said good-bye to her friends and made her way to her first block of the day, English III. Claire took her usual seat near the back of the class. She scribbled a story as the teacher spoke. Claire loved writing fan fiction just like most of her friends did. The day would be boring as usual.
A/N: Ok, as you can see. I obviously do the same thing every day. Which explains the overload of detail. I'm sorry if you like all this detail. I'm not usually this good. I'll warn you, I'm probably sure this is my longest chapter. The next few are really short but I get better about lengthing them as I go.
Author: The Person Behind My Mask
Pairings: 03/09 hintage, 04/OC, and possible 09/OC
Rating: PG-13 (for kissing and cursing and what not that I write in this fic)
Warnings: Possible Mary-Sue action here, not sure, the story is about me.
Genres: General/Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: Ok, I usually like to be very witty in my disclaimers, but I'm not in the mood. ::sigh:: So here you go, I don't own Cyborg 009, I just write fanfics about it cause I'm depressing and I wish I had a life, sound good? K.
Summary: Claire Willins, an average 16-year-old American girl, is kidnapped by the secret organization of Black Ghost and made into a Cyborg by the name of 0016.
Notes: Ok, I'm up to my ears in bunnies, so if you know a muse needing a writer, please, I'm begging you, send it in the opposite direction of me, k? I hope you enjoy the fic. I love reviews and hate flames. I do, however, accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. There is a difference.
Chapter 1: Fields of Innocence
In the gray house on Yards Road, everything was silent. Well, except for the three barking two year old puppies in the backyard, the soft humming of the downstairs toilet, the gushing of the low water fish tank, the roar of the air conditioning unit, and the random clicking of the spinning fan and then
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* The rather large lump in the den bed shifted. A hand slipped out from under the covers and gently tapped the top of the egg clock before sliding down the side and cutting the snooze off altogether. Then, with its mission completed and the cold air getting to it, the hand returned under the large pile of blankets. For moments there was silence until finally the lump moved again. This time a head popped out from the top of the sheets, a pillow joining it. Moving a few stray blondish-brown strands out of her sky blue eyes, Claire Willins looked around. The den was dark and the egg clock displayed that it was only 4 o'clock in the morning. Claire went to grind her teeth when she realized the strange plastic between them. She growled lowly as she reached in, pulled out her positioner, and placed it in the small blue container located on her table beside her bed. Claire first realized she made a good morning person when she was in the ninth grade. Now in the eleventh, she was starting to doubt it slightly. She groaned, flicking more of the thick hair out of her face, tucking it lightly behind her ears. She forced herself not to crawl back into the warmth of her layered sheets and quickly crawled out. The moment her foot touched the floor she let out a quiet gasp. She quickly rushed across the room to a pile of dirty cloths, pulled out a pair of pants, and then slid on her house shoes. Her angel shirt hung down to her knees. She walked sleepily across the room to the air unit, avoiding random shoes, papers, stuffed animals, and other strange miscellaneous items. When she reached the unit she turned the knob until it was on 'off' and the air quickly seized. She then turned and walked down her wooden stairs until she came to the locked wooden door at the bottom, which she had only realized was locked once she tried to turn the knob. She froze for a second, wondering why her door was locked when she hadn't been the one to do it. Wade. She thought bitterly. Her parents always locked the door when her brother came over. Long story. She shook her head and unlocked the door continuing her journey to the fridge just a few steps away from her door. She opened it, its light overwhelming her dilated eyes. She glanced away and then looked back once she knew she could handle it. Milk, apple juice, Pepsi, diet Pepsi, bud light, lettuce, left over macaroni and cheese, eggs, and what other distinguishable and non-distinguishable items. She grabbed the milk out and lugged it over to the counter. After setting down the milk, she made her way to the cabinet by the sink. Cereal and oatmeal could be found here. She reached in pulling out the box of Lucky Charms. Finding it was light meaning probably mostly empty, she returned the box and pulled out the heavier box of Trix. She carried it over to the milk then went to another cabinet to get a bowl and then to a drawer to get a spoon. She glanced at the utensils and choose a plastic spoon over a metal one. She returned to her seat at the counter. Pouring the Trix and then the milk until all the little pieces were flooded. She ate her food quietly and then, returning the milk and box, she took the dirty bowl and spoon to the sink. Submersing it in water, she returned to her room. She collected her housecoat and made her way back down her stairs. She then walked quietly through the hall and up the carpeted stairs, going to the right she headed to the end of the hall. No one lived down here anymore, not since her two brothers moved away. Three doors, one to her left, right, and one right in front of her. She walked into the room in front of her. It was lit lowly by a green light. Once she closed the door behind her and cut on the light the green light disappeared. She draped the housecoat on the closed toilet and then moved on. She exited the bathroom with her housecoat on and a towel wrapped around her hair. She brisk fully made her way back to her room and got dressed. The rest of the morning was spent surfing the internet and sleeping just a little more. At 7 o'clock, she made her way down the stairs, saying good-bye to her mother and father she headed out the door. She threw her book bag in the back seat and started up her car. A jungle green Saturn. She drove all the way to school. The back parking lot was mostly empty. Claire had gotten used to this, in fact, that was why she came to school early in the first place. She had always been afraid of driving. She parked her car and walked inside, making her way to the library. The hall floors were carpeted, as they had just been at the beginning of the school year. She came across a teacher with messy chin length brown hair with her glasses perched thoughtfully on her lower nose. The teacher's wild eyes lit up.
"Ah, Ms. Willins. How are you doing this year?" Claire was glad to see her old, crazy teacher. She hadn't been able to talk to her yet.
"I'm doing well. This is my easy semester. Ask me that again next semester and I might have a different answer for you." Claire said smiling. The teacher lightly laughed.
"Don't say that. I'm sure you'll do fine. What will you have?" She asked.
"Chemistry, Algebra II, Sociology, and US History" Claire reported. Her old Psychology teacher smiled. "Well, I got to get to the library. Bye!" Claire called, waving to her teacher before turning to look in front of her again. Her eyes dulling. She had always been a teacher's pet, loving simply just to talk with her more interesting teachers, seeing as how she planed on being one once she graduated. She approached the library only to realize it the lights were off. This meant it wasn't open yet. The library wasn't really 'supposed' to open until 7:30 anyway, so she didn't mind. It's just, sometimes they were early and she would much rather sit in the library than sit in the cafeteria. However, she didn't have a choice, especially since she spotted the vice principal moving in on her. Acting as if she didn't see the vice principal she lightly looked through the window into the library then walked calmly off. She entered the already crowded cafeteria, making her way over to the snack counter. The twins Ana and Carol, whom were Seniors who had been in her Psychology class, were busy exchanging candy for money. Claire leaned against the door smiling. "Need help? I'm free till the library opens." Carolina didn't say anything but Ana shook her head. "Oh well, then can I have one Nerd Rope?" She asked. Carol got the candy while Ana collected a dollar from her friend. Claire took the candy with a smile. "Have a great day guys!" She was about to make her way to an empty table when she quickly turned, looking at the two. "Wait, when is the next Honor Art Society meeting?" she asked.
"Thursday!" Ana called. Claire and Ana both shared the love for drawing anime, not to mention just liking anime in general. Claire was about to take her seat when she spotted the library lights were on through the cafeteria windows. At first it just looked like a rather large glare from one of the overhead lights, but after a moment of studying it, she realized the truth. She made her way back through the hall, carefully hiding the candy in her backpack before entering the library. She knew Ms. Faulkenberry was probably in the back office but Dakota Cow was walking around the circle of computers, turning each one on.
"Hey" Claire said, the boy smiled and continued cutting on the computer. They would talk sometimes but they couldn't really call each other friends. In the mornings, before anyone else got there, was the only time they ever spoke to one another. Claire made her way to the square table in front of the TV. She was the first, obviously. She sat her bag beside her feet as she sat. She pulled out her sketch pad and began to draw. She was drawing a picture of the Gundam Wing pilot Duo Maxwell as a kitten when a hand quickly hit her back. She jumped slightly, scratching a long line across her paper. She didn't even have to hear the loud laughing to know who it was. "MARIE! YOU MESSED ME UP!" She snapped. Her longhaired friend lifted her hands up protectively.
"Sorry! I just thought it'd be fun." Marie First, the senior, said as she took her seat to Claire's right.
"Yeah, well, you had your fun and now my picture is ruined." Claire glared. Marie could tell she was not joking and by looking down she knew why. Claire had been drawing her first draft in pen. Sometimes Claire thought she drew better under the stress of knowing she couldn't go back if she messed up. Claire accepted her friend's apology and crumpled the ruined paper into a tight ball before ricocheting it off her friends head.
"Why you little!" Marie playfully hissed.
"Hey, you deserved it." Claire said innocently. Her friend smiled. The library was slowly getting more crowded. Claire looked up as Ramy Dill joined them. Ramy sat to Claire's left. Ramy was a senior as well and would not be coming back next semester cause she would be graduating. Ramy loved horses and was already planning to become a horse trainer as her profession. Then, Elizabeth, Marie's senior friend also joined them. Claire, Marie, and one other named Rae Anders, whom had recently moved away, made up The Psychos. Marie was telling Elizabeth about something one of their friends had did when a scolding hiss roared their way.
"You four, leave the library right now!" It was Ms. McNair. Though Ms. Faulkenberry had never been what Claire would call nice, Ms. McNair was a demon in comparison. The four stood, growling low profanities as they collected their stuff and left. They ended up in the cafeteria until the bell rang. Claire said good-bye to her friends and made her way to her first block of the day, English III. Claire took her usual seat near the back of the class. She scribbled a story as the teacher spoke. Claire loved writing fan fiction just like most of her friends did. The day would be boring as usual.
A/N: Ok, as you can see. I obviously do the same thing every day. Which explains the overload of detail. I'm sorry if you like all this detail. I'm not usually this good. I'll warn you, I'm probably sure this is my longest chapter. The next few are really short but I get better about lengthing them as I go.