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Thank you reviewers and future reviewers! I appreciate it.
Thanks Mookie I'll keep all that in mind.( I put that in a reveiw but it
didn't show up right~_^) last chapter was kinda sloppy.
Fuma entered the guestroom, swiftly making her way to the tv. The ZBC's latest satillite equipment was attached to it. She looked at the screen to see only desert landscape. That cant be right she thought. She looked at her laptop that was also connected to the tv. just as her fingers tutched the keyboard an image appered.
It was a black Zaber Fang. It was facing Fuma on the screen. Fuma's mind couldn't escape the feeling that it knew it was being watched. In a blink, it was gone. Fuma rubbed her eyes but the image didn't return.
The next mourning harry's mind was wandering his base and his body was following. For some reason, a reason beyound Harry's reckoning, he felt like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt like he could see father, like a fog had lifted.
The thought of Bit and Leena ran freely through his mind but no longer did it have the effect of fire. It flowed like water. He wondered if he was getting over her or just to numb to feel himself mentally drowning.
Fuma watched him from the top of the stairs with Sebastian watching her. She had finally figured him out. She didn't really like not being able to read him. People were more unperdictable when under sress she realized.
"So that whats wrong with him," she said to herself.
"What...?" Sebastian asked over hearing her.
"The gunsipper girl dumped him," She said simply feeling satisfied with her detective work. One enigma down, one to go.
"How did you...?" Sebastian trailed off.
"Is he goning to be o.k?" Fuma asked showing light concern.
"I don't know. Why do you care anyway?" Fuma ignored the question headed down the stairs.
"I'll go ask him myself then," she said over shoulder.
"WHAT!?" he yelled trailing after her at full speed. "Dont say the L-word!" 'L-word', that had to be Leena, Fuma thought to herself.
Sebastian stopped at the dinning room door while Fuma continued in. He couldn't whatch but at the same time he couldn't stop wathcing. Fuma breifly turned in his direction and stuck her tounge out at him. He could see Harry siting at the head of the long dinning room table. He seamed spaced out again.
Fuma made her way toward her target. She had seen simular exspresions on his face yesterday but know she knew its source. Fuma felt her heart twist with a slight pang of guilt. She only came in here to annoy Sebastian. He looked so love lost she wanted to take his pain away.
'I do? I guess I do.' Fuma thought to herself. She wan't one for arguing with her thoughts and emotions no matter how strange they seem at times.
She sat down in a seat near his. He looked at her with confusion but not much surprise. "Are you alright?" she asked really not knowing how esle to start this conversation.
"What?" Harry was startled from his thoughts. Um I-I'm fine."
Fuma looked at him and through his words. He knew he was found out. He looked at his hands as silence replaced words. "O.k, I'm not fine. Happy now?" There was a litte bit of a snap at the end of his words. Sebastian winched.
"You shouldn't keep negative feelings to your self." she said matter-of- factly. 'To myself' Harry thoughtto himself.
"I don't. I told my robots all about it. Right Sebastian?" Harry responded.
"Well..." Sebastian started while trying to find a way to back Harry. "You did say something about the five rings of hell." He said half in memory of some of Harry's dark words.
"It was six!" Harry almost yelled in corection. Fuma seemed as amused as ever. She had managed to liven him up. Harry felt like he was under a knife. Why was she interrogating him anyway.
Harry crossed his arms and looked miffed at his robots lack of support. "She left me for another guy." He blurted out. It had been true all this time but saying it know...it felt like it happened to some one else. Well she didn't actually leave him but details details...
Fuma grimaced inside and gave Harry a silent apology with her eyes. Upon receiving it Harry felt like she was giving him sympathy for the wrong reason. "Well we weren't actually dating..."his voice half in memory of his quest for a shooting star.
"Oh I see how it is." Fumas's voice rising as she did from her chair.
"W-what?" Harry said not understanding her sudden change in tone. She looked at him accusingly.
"You just wanted to sleep with her." she said. Harry shot up from his seat.
"WHAT?! I-I-I'm not like that." He said with his index finger on his chest.
"AHA! Your stuttering. That means your lying." she said simply.
"I was not..." Harry stated, getting worked up.
"Its o.k Harry. I'm just kidding." she said that damn smile on her face again. Harry was still flustered and took a moment to realize he was standing. As he sat down Fuma continued. "I know how it really is with you."
"What do you mean 'how it really is.' Harry asked cautiously.
"Just like corny romance movies," Fuma clasped her hands together, placed them against her right cheeck, stared dreamingly at Harry and spoke pretending to be a man. "Oh my darling, my one and only, please forgive me. I would have called last night but..."Fuma stopped for dramatic effect." I couldn't find a... phone."
Harry felt like he was being insaulted but was fighting hard with the urge to laugh. Once Fuma picked up on this she got worse. In a fake love stuck female voice she continued," Oh my sweetness, I was devestated. But don't you own a phone?" Harry failed to surpress a chuckle so on she went. Answering herself dumbly in the male tone, "Oh yeah, I guess I forgot."
Harry was laughing aloud know and Fuma followed with a small laugh of her own. Sebastian, who was joined by Benjamin, were standing in the doorway shocked. With one swift motion Fuma was sitting in her chair again with her head and forearms on the table. Harry could only see the top of her head. She looked like a puppet who suddenly had her strings cut.
She felt silly but she accomplished her mission and silly was a good feeling anyway. After a moment of silence Harry spoke up.
"So did you find the Backdraft group last night?" Fuma, shifting into sitting position, thought for a moment.
"I'm not sure if it is the Backdraft but whoever it is, they know I'm here."
"They do?"
"Yeap. I'm using ZBC's state of the art equipment and someone hacked into it trying to play mind games."
"Do you know when they'll come for you? Or dont they think your a threat?"
"They must not be ready to go public with whatever it is they have out there."
"Will the ZBC send you back up then?"
"Not Without evidence."
"What?"
"The image they sent me was untraceble. I'll need evidence before they will send backup, espeacially all the way out here to an ex-Backdraft member." Harry Felt sorry for her that her recent employers didn't trust her. Even if they did have a good reson.
They had to be in the abandonded mines only 30 miles away. How was she suppose to get evidence if they knew she was here. If they attacked his base the ZBC, or any other local athority, wouldn't have time to save them. Harry was about to alert Fuma of his mental findings but the look in her eyes said she already knew. She got up to leave.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked her retreating form.
"To get evidence."
"W-wait. I'll go with you."
She stopped, turned and gave him a sharp look that made him flinch inward. "Why?"she asked sincerely.
"Well uh if they kill you this base will be next. We might as well combine our strength." He answered with a half truth. He was hoping to appeal to her soilder logic. Her mind seamed to work like that to him.
"Your rich. You can buy another mansion." She said correctingly and left as though she had never been. Damn! She got him he thought with his spirits droping.
Harry stared at the space she once occuppied. His gaze then shifted to the floor. She was probably going to be out numbered. Weren't they just bonding? She threw his attempts to help off like old bandages. Benjamin and Sebastian were at his side in moments.
"So what do we do know Harry?"
Harry was silent for a moment then his head rose with his voice and response,"We follow her anyway of course."
His robot companions made a metallic sign.
Fuma entered the guestroom, swiftly making her way to the tv. The ZBC's latest satillite equipment was attached to it. She looked at the screen to see only desert landscape. That cant be right she thought. She looked at her laptop that was also connected to the tv. just as her fingers tutched the keyboard an image appered.
It was a black Zaber Fang. It was facing Fuma on the screen. Fuma's mind couldn't escape the feeling that it knew it was being watched. In a blink, it was gone. Fuma rubbed her eyes but the image didn't return.
The next mourning harry's mind was wandering his base and his body was following. For some reason, a reason beyound Harry's reckoning, he felt like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt like he could see father, like a fog had lifted.
The thought of Bit and Leena ran freely through his mind but no longer did it have the effect of fire. It flowed like water. He wondered if he was getting over her or just to numb to feel himself mentally drowning.
Fuma watched him from the top of the stairs with Sebastian watching her. She had finally figured him out. She didn't really like not being able to read him. People were more unperdictable when under sress she realized.
"So that whats wrong with him," she said to herself.
"What...?" Sebastian asked over hearing her.
"The gunsipper girl dumped him," She said simply feeling satisfied with her detective work. One enigma down, one to go.
"How did you...?" Sebastian trailed off.
"Is he goning to be o.k?" Fuma asked showing light concern.
"I don't know. Why do you care anyway?" Fuma ignored the question headed down the stairs.
"I'll go ask him myself then," she said over shoulder.
"WHAT!?" he yelled trailing after her at full speed. "Dont say the L-word!" 'L-word', that had to be Leena, Fuma thought to herself.
Sebastian stopped at the dinning room door while Fuma continued in. He couldn't whatch but at the same time he couldn't stop wathcing. Fuma breifly turned in his direction and stuck her tounge out at him. He could see Harry siting at the head of the long dinning room table. He seamed spaced out again.
Fuma made her way toward her target. She had seen simular exspresions on his face yesterday but know she knew its source. Fuma felt her heart twist with a slight pang of guilt. She only came in here to annoy Sebastian. He looked so love lost she wanted to take his pain away.
'I do? I guess I do.' Fuma thought to herself. She wan't one for arguing with her thoughts and emotions no matter how strange they seem at times.
She sat down in a seat near his. He looked at her with confusion but not much surprise. "Are you alright?" she asked really not knowing how esle to start this conversation.
"What?" Harry was startled from his thoughts. Um I-I'm fine."
Fuma looked at him and through his words. He knew he was found out. He looked at his hands as silence replaced words. "O.k, I'm not fine. Happy now?" There was a litte bit of a snap at the end of his words. Sebastian winched.
"You shouldn't keep negative feelings to your self." she said matter-of- factly. 'To myself' Harry thoughtto himself.
"I don't. I told my robots all about it. Right Sebastian?" Harry responded.
"Well..." Sebastian started while trying to find a way to back Harry. "You did say something about the five rings of hell." He said half in memory of some of Harry's dark words.
"It was six!" Harry almost yelled in corection. Fuma seemed as amused as ever. She had managed to liven him up. Harry felt like he was under a knife. Why was she interrogating him anyway.
Harry crossed his arms and looked miffed at his robots lack of support. "She left me for another guy." He blurted out. It had been true all this time but saying it know...it felt like it happened to some one else. Well she didn't actually leave him but details details...
Fuma grimaced inside and gave Harry a silent apology with her eyes. Upon receiving it Harry felt like she was giving him sympathy for the wrong reason. "Well we weren't actually dating..."his voice half in memory of his quest for a shooting star.
"Oh I see how it is." Fumas's voice rising as she did from her chair.
"W-what?" Harry said not understanding her sudden change in tone. She looked at him accusingly.
"You just wanted to sleep with her." she said. Harry shot up from his seat.
"WHAT?! I-I-I'm not like that." He said with his index finger on his chest.
"AHA! Your stuttering. That means your lying." she said simply.
"I was not..." Harry stated, getting worked up.
"Its o.k Harry. I'm just kidding." she said that damn smile on her face again. Harry was still flustered and took a moment to realize he was standing. As he sat down Fuma continued. "I know how it really is with you."
"What do you mean 'how it really is.' Harry asked cautiously.
"Just like corny romance movies," Fuma clasped her hands together, placed them against her right cheeck, stared dreamingly at Harry and spoke pretending to be a man. "Oh my darling, my one and only, please forgive me. I would have called last night but..."Fuma stopped for dramatic effect." I couldn't find a... phone."
Harry felt like he was being insaulted but was fighting hard with the urge to laugh. Once Fuma picked up on this she got worse. In a fake love stuck female voice she continued," Oh my sweetness, I was devestated. But don't you own a phone?" Harry failed to surpress a chuckle so on she went. Answering herself dumbly in the male tone, "Oh yeah, I guess I forgot."
Harry was laughing aloud know and Fuma followed with a small laugh of her own. Sebastian, who was joined by Benjamin, were standing in the doorway shocked. With one swift motion Fuma was sitting in her chair again with her head and forearms on the table. Harry could only see the top of her head. She looked like a puppet who suddenly had her strings cut.
She felt silly but she accomplished her mission and silly was a good feeling anyway. After a moment of silence Harry spoke up.
"So did you find the Backdraft group last night?" Fuma, shifting into sitting position, thought for a moment.
"I'm not sure if it is the Backdraft but whoever it is, they know I'm here."
"They do?"
"Yeap. I'm using ZBC's state of the art equipment and someone hacked into it trying to play mind games."
"Do you know when they'll come for you? Or dont they think your a threat?"
"They must not be ready to go public with whatever it is they have out there."
"Will the ZBC send you back up then?"
"Not Without evidence."
"What?"
"The image they sent me was untraceble. I'll need evidence before they will send backup, espeacially all the way out here to an ex-Backdraft member." Harry Felt sorry for her that her recent employers didn't trust her. Even if they did have a good reson.
They had to be in the abandonded mines only 30 miles away. How was she suppose to get evidence if they knew she was here. If they attacked his base the ZBC, or any other local athority, wouldn't have time to save them. Harry was about to alert Fuma of his mental findings but the look in her eyes said she already knew. She got up to leave.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked her retreating form.
"To get evidence."
"W-wait. I'll go with you."
She stopped, turned and gave him a sharp look that made him flinch inward. "Why?"she asked sincerely.
"Well uh if they kill you this base will be next. We might as well combine our strength." He answered with a half truth. He was hoping to appeal to her soilder logic. Her mind seamed to work like that to him.
"Your rich. You can buy another mansion." She said correctingly and left as though she had never been. Damn! She got him he thought with his spirits droping.
Harry stared at the space she once occuppied. His gaze then shifted to the floor. She was probably going to be out numbered. Weren't they just bonding? She threw his attempts to help off like old bandages. Benjamin and Sebastian were at his side in moments.
"So what do we do know Harry?"
Harry was silent for a moment then his head rose with his voice and response,"We follow her anyway of course."
His robot companions made a metallic sign.