A/N: I have NO idea why I'm starting this before I finish Attack of the Elves. I guess I was just compelled to.. @_@ Anyways, yes, it is a 003/009, yes, it will be somewhat funny, and yes, I am still thinking of a good plot!(Bad, bad me..not having a plot before writing!) Even though I love the cliché 003/009 fics, I wanna think of something fresh. Gimme some time to do so ^^ Oooo! Wait! I just thought of something! ^_^

002:*rolls his eyes*

Korii Shoujo: SHUDDUP, YOU! AND DO THE DISCLAIMER!

002:*grumbling* Korii Shoujo does not own Cyborg 009 in any way, shape, or form.

Stuff: Cyborg 009

By Korii Shoujo

Slowly, the sky changed its color. Bright yellows, bouncy oranges, deep blood reds, and a touch of dark purple were the colors dominating the twilight sky. The source of all life, the sun, was now a semi-circle falling slowly but surely into the west, its nightly resting place. Huge flocks of seagulls cut through the air quickly to find a safe resting place for the night, calling to each other. All this she watched, sighing lightly at the pure beauty of it all. Her bright sea-colored eyes were half shut, savoring the serenity of the place. Nothing could disturb her here. Nothing except her own thoughts, which were particularly active tonight.

They all focused on one soul, the one person who made her hard life somewhat easier. Her cheeks gained a light red tint as she thought about those gentle crimson eyes, which with one glance seemed to calm her down a great deal. She also thought about his kind words, which comforted her when she needed it most. His wild-

"003? May I join you?" came a soft, shy voice from behind her.

Francoise blushed, and responed with a soft nod. 009, or Joe as she prefered, sat beside her in a wooden chair on the deck. He put his hand on his tanned cheek, and propped his elbow up with his knee. Francoise turned a darker shade of red from his simple prescence, and decided to say something.

"It's really calming, the sunset.." she said quietly, focusing upon the rapidly setting orb.

"Wha? Oh, yeah, it is.." Joe glanced at her quickly. Well, he meant for it to be quick, but something caught his eye. It was the way the dim light of the setting sun caught 003's hair in a web of light, making it sparkle mysteriously. Her ocean-colored eyes also sparkled, but with a different sort of light. One of freedom, a story of a captive spirit set free. He blushed; it was not his place to think such thoughts. Though they fit her very well.

The pair focused their gaze on the dark waves crashing along the sandy shore. The water retreated, leaving behing a trail of foam which eventually fell back as well. The cycle repeated itself over and over, but Francoise never got tired of watching it. She loved everything about the ocean-the enticing salty smell, the call of seagulls along the shore, the sparkle of seashells as the glinted in the sun, and the mysterious water which captivated her everytime without fail.

"I've always loved the ocean," Joe remarked with a smile, sitting up and facing Francoise. She felt her cheeks heat up, the telltale sign of a blush. His deep red eyes were soft and inviting, gentle and mysterious. She opened her mouth to talk, but found that she couldn't. The words seemed lodged in her throat, unwilling to come out. She cleared her throat, and spoke.

"I feel so alone sometimes, Joe," she whispered as she focused back on the sun, which was now almost set. Her beautiful eyes had changed emotion, from free to sad. Joe felt his heart breaking in two when he saw those eyes. They made him want to hold her tightly and tell her that everything was okay.

"Like the whole world is against me," she continued, her voice growing sadder with every word spoken. "I just want to curl up and die, because everyone would be happier if I did." A bitter smile took hold of her lips.

Joe felt a kind of anger rising up within him. He would never, ever want anything to happen to his Francoise. Never. He blushed slightly at the thought of him calling Francoise 'his', but it somehow seemed to fit. He glanced over at her to see that she still had that look of sadness upon her face. He swallowed.

"I wouldn't be," he said quietly, taking her soft hand into his calloused one. "In fact, I would feel as if I had lost everything."

Francoise blushed violently, but smiled all the same. She squeezed his hand tightly, never wanting to let go.

"Thanks, Joe," she said, placing her head on his shoulder with a content smile. His blush strengthened, but then weakened as he fought for the courage to ask her something.

"Um, Francoise.." he began, his eyes darting around nervously. "Would you, um, like to take a walk along the beach with me?"

Her eyes went wide, and she turned beat red. She managed to stutter out her reply.

"Um, s-s-sure!"

"Okay." Joe smiled. Francoise sighed. His smile was so heart warming. It comforted her all the more, and made her want to burst with joy.

They stood up, still holding hands. She turned to him and smiled brightly, ready to go wherever he led her. Anywhere.

Joe walked down the stairs that lead to the soft sand, Francoise at his side. How he wanted it to be always. He led her down the beach. They were silent, just enjoying each other's company. A trail of footprints were imprinted into the sand behind them, to remain there until a storm or wind. All of a sudden, Francoise stopped. Her sudden change in movement caught Joe off guard. He looked at her questioningly, and she simply smiled. She suddenly leaned forward into his chest, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you, Joe. Thank you with all my heart," she mummered, burying her head into his chest.

He didn't ask why, he just simply returned the embrace. Francoise pulled her head away, and stared into his wonderful eyes. Joe focused on her soft pink lips. They were so enticing, pulling him deeper into a spell as time went on. His head leaned forward. Did he dare?

Yes.

He pressed his own to hers tightly. He could feel her surprise. For a second, he thought fearfully that he had done something wrong, but soon she sunk into his hold and her tension disappeared. Joe's large hands slid down to her small waist, and she threw her arms around his neck. Soon they parted, their foreheads touching.

"Joe.."she whispered breathlessly, staring up at him with loving eyes. "Thank you..thank you again.

All of a sudden, her face turned about 20 shades of red, as she could hear song echoing over the sandy plane.

It's gettin' hot in here, so take off all your clothes..

The furious female cyborg didn't wait for anymore.

"002!" she screamed angrily, eyes seeming to turn a deep red.

A small speck of orange popped up out of the horizan, and started to retreat very, very quickly, Francoise in hot pursuit.

Joe just shook his head and laughed, following after them.

End of Chapter One.

A/N: Yes, it will be continued ^^