A fic taken after the events of episode 48. I actually saw this episode.
I'm pretty certain about the demise of 002 and 009, but I'd rather not
spoil them just yet. This story is a slight twist. 009 x 002, 92. It's not
very easy to make 002 the 'uke' ^^;; Mostly fluff. I was tired of seeing
009x003 (39) fics, personally I don't like 003. I'm sorry to 003 fans :/
They fell through the endless space. Like two fallen stars exiled from the heavens. Two cyborgs that just wanted to save the world and themselves. In the end, this was their fate.
They were all fine, cyborgs 001 through 008. They managed to escape the treacherous ship of the Black Ghost organization. 009 was not so lucky however, finding himself stranded in space with no salvation. Everything was out to destroy him. Even Black Ghost was there.
003 begged the infant cyborg to save Joe. She shook his cradle and screamed. But the boy could do nothing. The large nose cyborg had remained quiet, then decided to save 009, using his fuel to blast into space. Jet's mind speed faster than the boosters implanted in his soles. He mentally asked Joe to wait for him.
He would save Joe.
He WOULD get to Joe.
Somehow.
And then, he saw it. An explosion rocked the ship and there was 009. The taller cyborg raced to his side and shielded him from the blast. Joe was completely in awe of the Jet's sudden appearance. 002 smirked as they began to tumble into a sea of black ness. They both came to realize despite Jet's efforts to be a hero, it wasn't enough. He had used all his fuel just to reach Joe. The two cyborgs held each other as they plummeted towards the swirling earth.
Jet smirked again as they were surrounded in flames, burning in the atmosphere.
"I really didn't want it to end this way."
"...It doesn't have to..."
Darkness.
A scream shattered the night as Francoise cried Joe's name.
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The soothing sounds of waves. A calm breeze. Where was this place?
A man with orange hair pulled himself off the sandy shore, his hair drenched and cascading onto his shoulders. He looked around wondering where he was. Or how he had gotten there. He shook his head and heard a faint crackle inside his ears. It hurt too much to think.
A few moments later, a hand appeared in front of him, the hand belonging to a man around his age with brown hair and crimson eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked with a smile. The man with orange hair blinked a few times in confusion and took the other's hand.
"I...I..." He stuttered. "How did we get here..? Who are you..?"
The brown haired boy stuttered as well, also bewildered. "I....who are you?" he suddenly questioned.
He looked down at the sand, finally noticing his burnt and tattered red clothing. "All I remember..is Jet..."
The younger male smiled a bit. "Is that your name?"
"I don't know.."
"Why don't I just call you that for now?"
"What can I call you?"
"..You can call me Joe."
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It was 5 hours since Jet woke up. The two men had tried to figure out remembering who they were with little luck. Jet's head would hurt every time he dove too deep into his mind. He pulled his knees to his chest and stared at the ocean. They were surrounded by water and sand, there was no sight of life anywhere. And definitely no fast food restaurant. Not good.
Jet's stomach growled loudly and Joe looked at him with an amused look. The older man just muttered and put his head down on his knees.
"This sucks." Was his reply as he stood up, wiping sand off his pants. "Hey, um..Joe was it? I'm going to go look for something to eat. Some fruit. A cocoanut, anything. It's a tropical island; there's gotta be a snack somewhere."
Joe looked up at Jet's retreating form. "Ya sure it's a good idea to be separated?" he asked jumping up quickly and following Jet.
"I don't need a baby sitter."
"..Fine! I'll work on making a tent then. We'll need a place to sleep."
Jet shrugged and went off in search for food.
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It had been another 3 hours. Jet was taking a really long time. Joe had found that waiting in the ocean for a few minutes was a clever way to catch some pretty good fish. He managed to nab about 6 large fish with his bear hands, for some reason they moved really slow whenever he dove for them.
Joe carried the prized fish onto shore and laid them by his make shift tent of large tree leaves and sticks. It wasn't anything fancy, but it would do for now. Joe searched for wood and started a fire to cook the fish. He at 2 fish by himself and saved the rest for Jet, not sure how much he'd want to eat.
And he still waited.
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"This is just bull shit."
Jet trudged through the lush forest of the beach still in search of anything to eat. He had left Joe hours ago and found nothing but a few dead birds. He was almost desperate to eat them, but remembered that birds were not exactly nutritious. He plopped down on the ground and began running curses in his mind.
"I guess I'll head back to Joe." He stood up just as he noticed a bush of luscious red and green berries. "....Salvation!!" Jet quickly started picking some berries until his hands were full. Just to see how they tasted, he bit into one. The flavor was tangy at first, then very sweet. Perfect!
Feeling proud of his discovery, his put the berries in his shirt and raced back where Joe was, eating a few berries along the way.
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"Hey! I'm back!"
Joe looked up from the fire; the sky was getting dark now so the flames kept the area illuminated. "About time!" he called out to Jet. "I was starting to worry that maybe you had fallen into the ocean and a shark ate you."
"Very funny.." Jet held up a berry to Joe's face. "Look what I found buddy." He wavered it mockingly. Joe laughed a bit and nudged his head towards the cooked fish. The orange haired man seated himself next to Joe and sighed. "Guess you had better luck than me." He threw a berry up and caught it in his mouth. "Ya want one?"
Joe smiled and shook his head. "It's okay, I'm full."
"Your loss."
Another berry.
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It was getting cold. Even by the warmth of the fire, Jet could not help but feel cold. He rubbed his shoulders rapidly as Joe slept soundly next to him. Even his breath sounded ragged.
[I don't feel well at all.] Jet curled up on the sandy beach and held his stomach in pain. It hurt so much and he didn't know why. He groaned softly, the pain rising to his chest until it felt like his heart was being ripped out.
His cries woke up Joe who rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Un.? Jet wha- Hey!" he rushed to Jet's side and picked him up. "What's wrong?"
"Cold..it's cold..."
"What are you talking about?" Joe placed a hand on Jet's forehead and the man was completely burning up. "Those berries. I bet those are messing up your system." Joe put Jet's head down softly as he writhed in pain. "I'll be right back, I promise." He ran down to the shore, tearing off a piece of his shirt and dipping it in the water, letting it soak. Then he ran back to Jet and put his head on his lap. Joe softly brushed the male's hair back and put the wet rag on his forehead.
"Cold...make it stop..."
Joe was frantic, Jet was thrashing wildly now. He had to replace the wet cloth every few seconds, then realized it was useless. He laid down next to Jet and wrapped his arm around him. "It's okay.I'm here." he said soothingly. "I'll keep you warm."
With that, Jet started to calm down a bit as he put his arm around Joe weakly.
Joe smiled and nuzzled into Jet's chest, before they finally fell asleep.
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Ha ha, I have no idea if cyborgs can get sick; technically, Gilmore said they were humans and not robots. Who knows, anyway.I have no idea if I'll continue. I have this bad habit of not finishing fics. And I'll probably get a lot of flames for this story :P Woo, Go yaoi.
PS. My grammar/spelling is pretty bad. Just try and ignore XD;
They fell through the endless space. Like two fallen stars exiled from the heavens. Two cyborgs that just wanted to save the world and themselves. In the end, this was their fate.
They were all fine, cyborgs 001 through 008. They managed to escape the treacherous ship of the Black Ghost organization. 009 was not so lucky however, finding himself stranded in space with no salvation. Everything was out to destroy him. Even Black Ghost was there.
003 begged the infant cyborg to save Joe. She shook his cradle and screamed. But the boy could do nothing. The large nose cyborg had remained quiet, then decided to save 009, using his fuel to blast into space. Jet's mind speed faster than the boosters implanted in his soles. He mentally asked Joe to wait for him.
He would save Joe.
He WOULD get to Joe.
Somehow.
And then, he saw it. An explosion rocked the ship and there was 009. The taller cyborg raced to his side and shielded him from the blast. Joe was completely in awe of the Jet's sudden appearance. 002 smirked as they began to tumble into a sea of black ness. They both came to realize despite Jet's efforts to be a hero, it wasn't enough. He had used all his fuel just to reach Joe. The two cyborgs held each other as they plummeted towards the swirling earth.
Jet smirked again as they were surrounded in flames, burning in the atmosphere.
"I really didn't want it to end this way."
"...It doesn't have to..."
Darkness.
A scream shattered the night as Francoise cried Joe's name.
\\
The soothing sounds of waves. A calm breeze. Where was this place?
A man with orange hair pulled himself off the sandy shore, his hair drenched and cascading onto his shoulders. He looked around wondering where he was. Or how he had gotten there. He shook his head and heard a faint crackle inside his ears. It hurt too much to think.
A few moments later, a hand appeared in front of him, the hand belonging to a man around his age with brown hair and crimson eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked with a smile. The man with orange hair blinked a few times in confusion and took the other's hand.
"I...I..." He stuttered. "How did we get here..? Who are you..?"
The brown haired boy stuttered as well, also bewildered. "I....who are you?" he suddenly questioned.
He looked down at the sand, finally noticing his burnt and tattered red clothing. "All I remember..is Jet..."
The younger male smiled a bit. "Is that your name?"
"I don't know.."
"Why don't I just call you that for now?"
"What can I call you?"
"..You can call me Joe."
\\
It was 5 hours since Jet woke up. The two men had tried to figure out remembering who they were with little luck. Jet's head would hurt every time he dove too deep into his mind. He pulled his knees to his chest and stared at the ocean. They were surrounded by water and sand, there was no sight of life anywhere. And definitely no fast food restaurant. Not good.
Jet's stomach growled loudly and Joe looked at him with an amused look. The older man just muttered and put his head down on his knees.
"This sucks." Was his reply as he stood up, wiping sand off his pants. "Hey, um..Joe was it? I'm going to go look for something to eat. Some fruit. A cocoanut, anything. It's a tropical island; there's gotta be a snack somewhere."
Joe looked up at Jet's retreating form. "Ya sure it's a good idea to be separated?" he asked jumping up quickly and following Jet.
"I don't need a baby sitter."
"..Fine! I'll work on making a tent then. We'll need a place to sleep."
Jet shrugged and went off in search for food.
\\
It had been another 3 hours. Jet was taking a really long time. Joe had found that waiting in the ocean for a few minutes was a clever way to catch some pretty good fish. He managed to nab about 6 large fish with his bear hands, for some reason they moved really slow whenever he dove for them.
Joe carried the prized fish onto shore and laid them by his make shift tent of large tree leaves and sticks. It wasn't anything fancy, but it would do for now. Joe searched for wood and started a fire to cook the fish. He at 2 fish by himself and saved the rest for Jet, not sure how much he'd want to eat.
And he still waited.
\\
"This is just bull shit."
Jet trudged through the lush forest of the beach still in search of anything to eat. He had left Joe hours ago and found nothing but a few dead birds. He was almost desperate to eat them, but remembered that birds were not exactly nutritious. He plopped down on the ground and began running curses in his mind.
"I guess I'll head back to Joe." He stood up just as he noticed a bush of luscious red and green berries. "....Salvation!!" Jet quickly started picking some berries until his hands were full. Just to see how they tasted, he bit into one. The flavor was tangy at first, then very sweet. Perfect!
Feeling proud of his discovery, his put the berries in his shirt and raced back where Joe was, eating a few berries along the way.
\\
"Hey! I'm back!"
Joe looked up from the fire; the sky was getting dark now so the flames kept the area illuminated. "About time!" he called out to Jet. "I was starting to worry that maybe you had fallen into the ocean and a shark ate you."
"Very funny.." Jet held up a berry to Joe's face. "Look what I found buddy." He wavered it mockingly. Joe laughed a bit and nudged his head towards the cooked fish. The orange haired man seated himself next to Joe and sighed. "Guess you had better luck than me." He threw a berry up and caught it in his mouth. "Ya want one?"
Joe smiled and shook his head. "It's okay, I'm full."
"Your loss."
Another berry.
\\
It was getting cold. Even by the warmth of the fire, Jet could not help but feel cold. He rubbed his shoulders rapidly as Joe slept soundly next to him. Even his breath sounded ragged.
[I don't feel well at all.] Jet curled up on the sandy beach and held his stomach in pain. It hurt so much and he didn't know why. He groaned softly, the pain rising to his chest until it felt like his heart was being ripped out.
His cries woke up Joe who rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Un.? Jet wha- Hey!" he rushed to Jet's side and picked him up. "What's wrong?"
"Cold..it's cold..."
"What are you talking about?" Joe placed a hand on Jet's forehead and the man was completely burning up. "Those berries. I bet those are messing up your system." Joe put Jet's head down softly as he writhed in pain. "I'll be right back, I promise." He ran down to the shore, tearing off a piece of his shirt and dipping it in the water, letting it soak. Then he ran back to Jet and put his head on his lap. Joe softly brushed the male's hair back and put the wet rag on his forehead.
"Cold...make it stop..."
Joe was frantic, Jet was thrashing wildly now. He had to replace the wet cloth every few seconds, then realized it was useless. He laid down next to Jet and wrapped his arm around him. "It's okay.I'm here." he said soothingly. "I'll keep you warm."
With that, Jet started to calm down a bit as he put his arm around Joe weakly.
Joe smiled and nuzzled into Jet's chest, before they finally fell asleep.
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Ha ha, I have no idea if cyborgs can get sick; technically, Gilmore said they were humans and not robots. Who knows, anyway.I have no idea if I'll continue. I have this bad habit of not finishing fics. And I'll probably get a lot of flames for this story :P Woo, Go yaoi.
PS. My grammar/spelling is pretty bad. Just try and ignore XD;
