Hello,
Firstly thank you for clicking on my story and giving it a go~! Just would like to mention that I do not normally write fanfiction, I am a roleplayer on tumblr, but this is the first time at doing some serious fanfiction writing. I have played scenarios with the OC and Jet for sometime now, and I promise not to make her a Mary Jane~! That is my worst nightmare!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of the travels of these two and please, I urge you to make a review for me. Suggestions for future stories are more than welcome, along with any other critic.
~Thankyou~
Disclaimer: Cyborg 009 and all the lovelies in the series belong to the one and only Shotaro Ishinomori.
I was glad that things had finally calmed down after the mess and mayhem that came with destroying Black Ghost. Myself along with the others had found ourselves settling down at Professor Gilmore's mansion, a grand old house. It was situated on a cliff by the sea, a forest on one side, and a path to the beach on the other. It was the perfect place for a group of out casts to live their lives without suspicion and in peace. Well, maybe not so much in peace per se, considering both Jet and I had already ripped up a bad reputation of being disruptive for the others ... blame Albert, he was the one who started it as he kept cutting us off from whatever we would be doing as if he was our father; something that neither of us took kindly.
However, our reputation of being disrupt when we decided to play a nice little joke on Chang, by swapping his salt for sugar and his flour for icing sugar. By all means, it was Jet's idea, I wasn't personally so keen on the idea - we were the guinea pigs for that night's "Chang Special". Anyway, after our deed was eventually discovered, Albert snapped by calling us a pair of bored teens who needed to be tied down with a job or something. Yet when he scoffed at the idea of me studying at college, Jet, in all of heroism called the older man every colourful name in the English language.
According to Albert, I was a woman, I should act like so, like Franny, and should stay at home since the workforce nor studying a proper degree would mean nothing to me, therefore I should just stay and help out the Professor, clean and look after Ivan. In other words - be Franny. Jet knew how I felt about this and the tension between myself and Franny, and the others didn't know, they sure did find out then.
Ultimately, this is how the heated argument of words panned out - each male trying to out do the other. Yet in all Jet's explosive fashion, he stormed out of the house entirely in a flurry of words, too pissed off to continue his argument with Albert without getting violent. With a glare towards Albert, I walked out of the house following Jet, knowing that he wasn't far off if he didn't fly. Even if he did fly off, and there were plenty of times he did, I would just wait on the porch for him. It was he own method to cool off and come back cool, calm and collected.
This time round, Jet didn't get too far, I found him at the bottom of the stairs of the porch, he head in the hands. As I sat next to him, he curled his arms around me, his face into my neck. No words were needed, I knew he was looking out and wanted the best for me, just like he always did. That was the basis of our relationship, trust and loyalty, qualities that I found in him and love him for.