Just Once
Disclaimer : I don't own Cyborg 009
Chapter four
"My name is Alex Himura, no, that's a name I have become used to being called by, my real name is Aikuchi Himura, I've been a cborg for about a year, I'll turn fifteen next November. I am the latest of the prototype 00 cybrog project, but I wasn't supposed to become one, I was supposed to be sure Scral was killed and then, I would dissappear, all the memories of me in every's minds would be erased, every one of them. It is ture that I tryed to kill myself many times, twenty four to be exact, but twenty times I've been stopped, and three times I was found and saved, but now............."
Aikuchi smiled, looking down at the blood pouring from her wrists, a voice from behind her hissed out between sobs as she closed her eyes;
"Don't!It's the cowards way out!"
The memory was fresh, even if it was from two years ago, she knew who's it was.
"I'm sorry Yuurei."
She whispered, losing her grip on the little slip of consionusness she had, letting the darkness take her in.
~*~
Jet growled, looking down at the bandages on their new member's wrists.
"Why did you try it again?"
He asked, she just turned away from him.
"Seppuka's my only way out of all of this."
She whispered, holding up the dagger she had used, it had a faint slither of dried blood on it.
"So, you couldn't get it all of?"
He sighed, mummbling a soft 'yeah' as he stood up.
"Jerk."
She whispered as the door closed.
"Yuurei....."
An image of the orange eyed girl appeared in her head, she sighed, one arm over her eyes as the other lay across her stomach.
"I can't take this anymore."
~*~
Yuurei sighed, a small smile on her face.
"What's up?"
Her sister asked.
"She's safe."
The older girl smiled as well, green eyes closing as her black hair blew slightly with the wind. Her sister's did the same, the blueish white looked almost like a short ocean.
"Ichijin, what now?"
"We see if Scral is really dead or not."
~*~
With a sigh, Aikuchi pulled out a sketch pad and a pack of pencils. One name was writen on the front of the sketck pad, Aikuchi Himura.
"What kind of name is Dagger Village anyways?"
She whispered, glaring at the purple cardboard cover.
"Oh, Alex?"
The girl jumped, turningher glare to G.B.
"Doushita?"
She hissed.
"Ummmm.............. welll.............................."
He gulped, seeming to just now notice her fangs.
"Supper's ready!"
He squeaked, running out of the room.
~*~
"I swear that that girl can smell fear!"
G.B. exclaimed, looking down at his plate.
"That just silly, she'd have to be something other than human and I'm sure that the doctor thatwas working on her didn't change her hearing or her other sences."
Gilmore said, looking at the cyborg.
"But what about her fangs?!"
Jet exclaimed, he still had a bandage around his wrist from the two punctures.
"She was born with those, but I would watch out for them, the last person she bit died of poisoning."
Gilmore said.
"Your lucky, for there was none of it in your ingury."
He said, pointing at Jet.
A loud 'I can hear you ya know.' came from down the hall.
Disclaimer : I don't own Cyborg 009
Chapter four
"My name is Alex Himura, no, that's a name I have become used to being called by, my real name is Aikuchi Himura, I've been a cborg for about a year, I'll turn fifteen next November. I am the latest of the prototype 00 cybrog project, but I wasn't supposed to become one, I was supposed to be sure Scral was killed and then, I would dissappear, all the memories of me in every's minds would be erased, every one of them. It is ture that I tryed to kill myself many times, twenty four to be exact, but twenty times I've been stopped, and three times I was found and saved, but now............."
Aikuchi smiled, looking down at the blood pouring from her wrists, a voice from behind her hissed out between sobs as she closed her eyes;
"Don't!It's the cowards way out!"
The memory was fresh, even if it was from two years ago, she knew who's it was.
"I'm sorry Yuurei."
She whispered, losing her grip on the little slip of consionusness she had, letting the darkness take her in.
~*~
Jet growled, looking down at the bandages on their new member's wrists.
"Why did you try it again?"
He asked, she just turned away from him.
"Seppuka's my only way out of all of this."
She whispered, holding up the dagger she had used, it had a faint slither of dried blood on it.
"So, you couldn't get it all of?"
He sighed, mummbling a soft 'yeah' as he stood up.
"Jerk."
She whispered as the door closed.
"Yuurei....."
An image of the orange eyed girl appeared in her head, she sighed, one arm over her eyes as the other lay across her stomach.
"I can't take this anymore."
~*~
Yuurei sighed, a small smile on her face.
"What's up?"
Her sister asked.
"She's safe."
The older girl smiled as well, green eyes closing as her black hair blew slightly with the wind. Her sister's did the same, the blueish white looked almost like a short ocean.
"Ichijin, what now?"
"We see if Scral is really dead or not."
~*~
With a sigh, Aikuchi pulled out a sketch pad and a pack of pencils. One name was writen on the front of the sketck pad, Aikuchi Himura.
"What kind of name is Dagger Village anyways?"
She whispered, glaring at the purple cardboard cover.
"Oh, Alex?"
The girl jumped, turningher glare to G.B.
"Doushita?"
She hissed.
"Ummmm.............. welll.............................."
He gulped, seeming to just now notice her fangs.
"Supper's ready!"
He squeaked, running out of the room.
~*~
"I swear that that girl can smell fear!"
G.B. exclaimed, looking down at his plate.
"That just silly, she'd have to be something other than human and I'm sure that the doctor thatwas working on her didn't change her hearing or her other sences."
Gilmore said, looking at the cyborg.
"But what about her fangs?!"
Jet exclaimed, he still had a bandage around his wrist from the two punctures.
"She was born with those, but I would watch out for them, the last person she bit died of poisoning."
Gilmore said.
"Your lucky, for there was none of it in your ingury."
He said, pointing at Jet.
A loud 'I can hear you ya know.' came from down the hall.
