Kojin

Ch.2

I don't own Cyborg 009. *cries in a corner*

Scream: If she did, she'd make it all yaoi.

Me: Damn straight I would!

NOTE: Personolly, this is supposed to be an AlbertxJet thing, but I want to know what people would like it to be.

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Jet looked at himself in the mirror. He had reguler jeans on, but the shirt was a black long-sleeved with a red blood splatter around the bottem, and he noticed when he put the black leather jacket on there was something written around the pockets, but he didn't know what language it was in.

He looked around the apartment once more before sighing and making his way towards the door. Azrael was leaning against the wall across from it. She looked up when he stepped out. "You remember your name?"

He snorted. "Jet Link." She rose her eyebrows. "What?" Shaking her head, she muttered 'nothing', and, letting her arms fall back to her sides, she started walking towards an elevater.

"Com'on. We'll walk around the city for awhile before trying something else." Stepping into the elevator, Jet tried to ignore a sharp pain around his shoulders before grugdinly getting in behind her, trying to avoid her tail. "Is that something else legal?"

He was given a small smirk as the elevator slowly started going down. "Most of it." A small grin made it's way to his face and he shook his head. "Yep. You seem like someone I'd hang out with. I think." He glanced down at the large white tail that was slowly wagging. "Isn't someone going to notice that? Oh wise one" Hazel eyes narrowed slightly in a playful glare. "Now, now. Let's not forget who has the amnesia here. I've got my ways and that's all you need to know." The other chukled lightly before stopping, eyes going wide.

'Is it because I knew her that this is so easy? I can't remember anything, but I think I really can trust her.' Hesitant brown eyes looked back at the shockingly taller occupant. Her eyes were closed and it looked like she had an almost peaceful expression on her face, like a long awaited event finally happend.

"Where the hell is he?" Prof. Gilmore pinched the bridge of his nose. "All of us need to calm down. We can't get anywhere when all of us are yelling and scratching our heads here." Ivan (001) stated calmly from his crib sitting on a chair next to the older man. No matter how many times it happend, Albert never stopped to find the irony in a baby telling an adult to 'calm down.'

Albert watched 007 pace infront of the couch with his chin in his hand. Chang was sitting on the couch with a smilier expression. "How can we just lose all trace of him though? I mean he even took a tracker with him incase he got in trouble!" 'Which is very unusual.' He thought to himself, his thoughts voiced by 008. "Which meant he though he'd need it."

Putting a hand under his chin, Gilmore 'hmed' at the thought. "Did he mention anything about what he was even doing?" The other shook his head. "Just something about needing to check back with an old friend in New York." Albert slowley started to rub his temples as the conversation didn't seem to end. It wasn't that he wasn't worried about hot tempered cyborg. The opposite, he wanted to start tearing things appart from frustation about not knowing where the other was, but he wasn't about to let that little fact slip out.

"Did he sound at all hostile when he told you that?" The baby inquired. "No. He actually sounded excited, like he hadn't seen them in a long time." Joe suddenly walked in from the hall with an almost sad look on his face. "Maybe we should just go and try to find him." 008 looked around the room for a second. "He does have a point. 002's tracker was working perfectly before he got near the center of the city, so he's probably still there."

Seeing this as his chance, Albert straightend from the wall and looked expectantly at Gilmore. "I'll go search for him." The old man only looked at him for a second before nodding. "Take another tracker with you. If anything happens I want you to contact back to us immediatly." The silver hair gave a sign of acknowlegdement before walking swiftly out the door, breaking out into a run when he thought the others couldn't hear him. 'Damnit Jet, do you have any idea what your doing to me?'