Android Kikaider: The Animation
Fanfiction By: Deisy Farias
Disclaimer and Author's Note:
I don't own Kikaider in any way. I also don't own
any stories or song mentioned here. Any questions or comments
please feel free to E-mail me at moondaisygirl07@aol.com
or you can also contact me at noelsari@aol.com.
You can IM me if you wish and
if you have time, please
review.
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(Mini) Chapter One
The Promise
Love is said to occur to the oddest people. In this case love blossoms between an average young girl, Mitsuko Komyoji, and to a not so average young boy, Jiro. But a question that Mitsuko would ask herself day and night was, " Is it possible for a girl like me to fall in love with a machine?" but under her eyes Jiro is boy. A confused young boy. Not a confused young humanoid but a boy.
She, out of everyone, imagines Jiro to be a boy. But one cannot neglect the thruth. Jiro is a mere machine. A humanoid created by her father, Dr.Komyoji, who is by all means a genius. She never loved anyone who wasn't her father or her younger brother, Masaru. She's had many suiters but none of her quality. But Jiro, well he went over all those qualities. He was perfect. No girl could ever meet a boy as gentle and as pure as Jiro.
He was like a child. A child who has no sins and such a clean mind. That was a way to describe Jiro. Now the other is the one she would always neglect and hide from but it would always seem to find her. On the other hand, Jiro is a robot. Just a mere machine. But not so mere. Jiro is very different from other robots. He has a curcuit which is like a heart. Gemini is what her father called it. It allowed him to have all these emotions, feelings, and it also allowed him to follow his own orders not like other robots and if you did not know this and met Jiro, you would think the boy is, well a boy. He was made to protect both Masaru and her like an older brother.
But he was a very powerful fighting machine. He would always save her and her brother from evil robots. She, honestly, didn't deserve him. It seemed like every day she spend with Jiro, he would enchant her. Her love for him would deepen. It was like a charm or spell he had under her.But Jiro never wanted to cause her pain. So he would try and stay away from her. But all she ever wanted was his love. His affection. She just wanted him to hold her.
Mitsuko would always watch or read soap operas but she never imagined that her own life was a soap opera. Full of romance and sadness. Her life was like a plot in a story. A plot of never ending sadness and tears. If she was to write a book of her life, it would even make her cry. It is surprising how someone can suffer. And we only live one life. One life of sorrow and of hard work. One can look back at their life and they would see that joy is one of the least things to happen. Suffering and pain is what life is. Life was never fair. It never treated her nicely. But she knew if her life was a soap opera, it would be happier and would end in a happy ending.
Where the couple lives happily ever after, the bad guys die, and everything else. But her life wasn't like that. Her tears and sadness would never cease until she dies. Until Jiro comes back to her. The deal is, Jiro made her promise. A promise she would look back at. A promise she was scared would never happen. Jiro a long time ago made a promise before he went to battle Proffesor Gill. She remembered it clearly. *She ran back to Jiro, who was in his robot form, and kissed him right on the lips, ignoring the hardness of his lips. She wished he would had returned the kiss. She looked up at him, " Promise me you'll come back?" was what she said and he merely stared at her and nodded slowly.*
But did he come back to her? No. It seemed like days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned in years. She waited. Her heart longing to see him. To see him smile at her. To feel his warmth and his love. The only thing that kept her waiting, that kept her standing, and kept her strong was her love for him. She would always make excuses for him. Detective Hattori said he doubt he would come back. He said that he doubted he even survived. Of course, with confidence, she said he would come back because he made her a promise. But when she looked back at everything, maybe Hattori was right.
Maybe he wouldn't come back. Maybe he forgotten the love she had for him. Or was it the love she once had for him? But her love for Jiro is too strong to just vanish. It had gone too far. She would wait until that day. She confides in him. She knows that Jiro needs some time. Needs some time to find himself. His real self. Even if it did have to take her out of the picture. Please remeber Jiro. Our love. Come back to me Jiro. Don't forget the promise. Promises don't vanish. They'll live until someone puts it to an end.*
Chapter Two
Rain
The rain dropped softly on her umbrella. The harsh cold wind didn't seem to bother her. Her black shoulder length hair blew with the wind, softly. Her eyes filled with tears but she knew better. She wasn't a child. She wouldn't cry. She couldn't. She had to be strong. The past was the past. What was done is over. There's no point living the past. You got to live the present and await the future.
She stared and read over and over her mother's tomb. It feels horrible seeing your own mother's tomb. Masaru wasn't taking this visit so well. He had dressed in his black tuxedo and had a black tie on. He looked adorable with his hair all messy even though he tried so much this morning to comb it nicely. He looked very upset. His eyes showing pure sadness and distress.
She was also wearing black. A very tight black long sleeve collar shirt, a short black skirt, black stockings, and black high heels. Her head band was also black. Masaru couldn't take it any longer. He started to cry. His tears saddened her. She felt unable to stop his tears. She knelt beside him and hugged him.
" Masaru, honey. It's going to be okay, baby," She tried saying and he shook his head. His tears kept on flowing rapidly. "I know how you feel Masaru," She added, wiping his tears with her black cloth. " No, Mitsuko! You don't know how I feel! You never did! You knew our mother for a long time! I only knew her for less then an hour! You don't know how I feel because you didn't go through what I did!" Masaru yelled, angrily. His tears were a mixture of sadness and anger.
" Masaru! Oh, honey, your right. You never did know her. You didn't have much of mother did you? Poor baby," Mitsuko said, hugging him. He was right. One cannot understand anothers pain. Not even if you go through a problem or situation one of your friends is going through, you still don't understand their pain because everyone of us have a limit. Some people are stronger and some people are weaker. It's different for each of us. He cried for what seemed like a century on her shoulder. Once he started to calm down, she let him go and stood straight. Masaru looked deep into her eyes. She searched his eyes, to find some sort of emotion but all she found was blankness.
" Mitsuko, I'm sorry. Besides my sister, your my mother. I love you Mitsuko," He said and hugged her. She ran her fingers through his hair. But soon Masaru turned around and frowned. She frowned as well. Dammit, she thought. Misaru Yamazaki stood in front of them. Misaru was a boy who was two years older then her and looked just like Jiro ( If you've ever seen Cyborg 009, then imagine a boy that looks, acts, and talks like 009 A.K.A Joe. If you haven't, then imagine a boy with the same style of hair Jiro has only his hair is a chestnut brown and it covers one of his eyes. He has tan skin and has hazel red eyes.).
His father is a very good friend to her father and since Dr.Komyoji found out he had a son, he didn't hesitate to introduce him to her. You can say that Misaru was her suiter and wanted to get married with her. She wasn't his girlfriend, of course, but he always would say they were a couple. He would always try to make these moves on her that really did annoy her. She had told him many times that she was in love with another boy but it didn't seem to effect him at all. Actually, the more she said that, the more he tried to get her to be his girlfriend.
He would always give her very expensive and fine jewelry, occasionally rings when he tried to propose. She would always say no, but then next time he'll propose again with a bigger, finner, and expensive ring. He would always let her keep them no matter how much she said no but he would always insist. That was Misaru. A poor wealthy boy that will never get her love.For her heart was in someone else. It already had an owner besides her.
" What are you doing here?" Masaru said, angrily. Masaru looked very angry. He hated anything that had to do with Misaru because Masaru knew that Mitsuko loved someone else. He hated Misaru for ruining such a beautiful moment between his sister and himself. " Masaru," She said, warningly. She felt like she wanted to laugh and she would thank her brother at home.
" It's okay, Mitsuko. I forgive him. He is after all a child. What are you doing in such a shallow place?" Misaru said, looking around the cemetary in disapproval.
" Visiting mother," Masaru said. Masaru was answering all of Misaru's questions. " We have to go now though. Father will be here soon," Masaru added, twitching his nose.
Misaru bit his lip and Mitsuko just stared at Misaru while running her finger through Masaru's hair.
"Actually, I called your father. He's kind of busy so I'll be taking you both home," Misaru said. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie. He looked very fancy. And if it wasn't for Masaru, he would had been very happy and would have already done a move on her.
" Dammit, I can walk then," Masaru said, crossing his arms. He's so stubborn, Mitsuko thought. This was like the first time she ever heard her younger brother say a bad word. " Masaru, watch your mouth. I'm sorry Misaru but I think we can walk from here. It's not that far from here," Mitsuko lied. She would call a taxi if this works.
" Mitsuko are you sure? I mean it's no problem. I can take both of you home in my car," Misaru said, hurt. Mitsuko bit her lip and was about to answer.
" No thank you Yamazaki. I think we can walk," Masaru said, colly. Mitsuko could see Misaru starting to twitch in anger. " Are you sure, Mitsuko?" Misaru asked, again. " Yes, Misaru. Thank you," Mitsuko answered, forcing a sweet voice and a sweet smile. Why can't he understand?
" Oh. Okay then. I'll call you later Mitsuko because we need to talk. Alright?" Misaru said and she nodded in dismay. " Alright then cheerios," He said and walked to his car. He soon left and when he was gone, she got out her cell phone from her bag.
" What an asshole," Masaru said. She couldn't help it. She laughed.
" Masaru, I don't know where your getting that vulger language from, but don't say it her honey. We're in front of our mother's grave. Respect the dead, honey. I'm going to call a taxi," She said and giggled as her brother rolled his eyes and layed the roses they had both cut from Mitsuko's garden. After calling a taxi, they waited. Masaru kept on moving the roses to make sure they were perfect. Once the taxi came they both looked back. And she heard Masaru say," I love you mommy. Rest in Peace," and she grabbed his hand and they both got in the taxi.*
Fanfiction By: Deisy Farias
Disclaimer and Author's Note:
I don't own Kikaider in any way. I also don't own
any stories or song mentioned here. Any questions or comments
please feel free to E-mail me at moondaisygirl07@aol.com
or you can also contact me at noelsari@aol.com.
You can IM me if you wish and
if you have time, please
review.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(Mini) Chapter One
The Promise
Love is said to occur to the oddest people. In this case love blossoms between an average young girl, Mitsuko Komyoji, and to a not so average young boy, Jiro. But a question that Mitsuko would ask herself day and night was, " Is it possible for a girl like me to fall in love with a machine?" but under her eyes Jiro is boy. A confused young boy. Not a confused young humanoid but a boy.
She, out of everyone, imagines Jiro to be a boy. But one cannot neglect the thruth. Jiro is a mere machine. A humanoid created by her father, Dr.Komyoji, who is by all means a genius. She never loved anyone who wasn't her father or her younger brother, Masaru. She's had many suiters but none of her quality. But Jiro, well he went over all those qualities. He was perfect. No girl could ever meet a boy as gentle and as pure as Jiro.
He was like a child. A child who has no sins and such a clean mind. That was a way to describe Jiro. Now the other is the one she would always neglect and hide from but it would always seem to find her. On the other hand, Jiro is a robot. Just a mere machine. But not so mere. Jiro is very different from other robots. He has a curcuit which is like a heart. Gemini is what her father called it. It allowed him to have all these emotions, feelings, and it also allowed him to follow his own orders not like other robots and if you did not know this and met Jiro, you would think the boy is, well a boy. He was made to protect both Masaru and her like an older brother.
But he was a very powerful fighting machine. He would always save her and her brother from evil robots. She, honestly, didn't deserve him. It seemed like every day she spend with Jiro, he would enchant her. Her love for him would deepen. It was like a charm or spell he had under her.But Jiro never wanted to cause her pain. So he would try and stay away from her. But all she ever wanted was his love. His affection. She just wanted him to hold her.
Mitsuko would always watch or read soap operas but she never imagined that her own life was a soap opera. Full of romance and sadness. Her life was like a plot in a story. A plot of never ending sadness and tears. If she was to write a book of her life, it would even make her cry. It is surprising how someone can suffer. And we only live one life. One life of sorrow and of hard work. One can look back at their life and they would see that joy is one of the least things to happen. Suffering and pain is what life is. Life was never fair. It never treated her nicely. But she knew if her life was a soap opera, it would be happier and would end in a happy ending.
Where the couple lives happily ever after, the bad guys die, and everything else. But her life wasn't like that. Her tears and sadness would never cease until she dies. Until Jiro comes back to her. The deal is, Jiro made her promise. A promise she would look back at. A promise she was scared would never happen. Jiro a long time ago made a promise before he went to battle Proffesor Gill. She remembered it clearly. *She ran back to Jiro, who was in his robot form, and kissed him right on the lips, ignoring the hardness of his lips. She wished he would had returned the kiss. She looked up at him, " Promise me you'll come back?" was what she said and he merely stared at her and nodded slowly.*
But did he come back to her? No. It seemed like days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned in years. She waited. Her heart longing to see him. To see him smile at her. To feel his warmth and his love. The only thing that kept her waiting, that kept her standing, and kept her strong was her love for him. She would always make excuses for him. Detective Hattori said he doubt he would come back. He said that he doubted he even survived. Of course, with confidence, she said he would come back because he made her a promise. But when she looked back at everything, maybe Hattori was right.
Maybe he wouldn't come back. Maybe he forgotten the love she had for him. Or was it the love she once had for him? But her love for Jiro is too strong to just vanish. It had gone too far. She would wait until that day. She confides in him. She knows that Jiro needs some time. Needs some time to find himself. His real self. Even if it did have to take her out of the picture. Please remeber Jiro. Our love. Come back to me Jiro. Don't forget the promise. Promises don't vanish. They'll live until someone puts it to an end.*
Chapter Two
Rain
The rain dropped softly on her umbrella. The harsh cold wind didn't seem to bother her. Her black shoulder length hair blew with the wind, softly. Her eyes filled with tears but she knew better. She wasn't a child. She wouldn't cry. She couldn't. She had to be strong. The past was the past. What was done is over. There's no point living the past. You got to live the present and await the future.
She stared and read over and over her mother's tomb. It feels horrible seeing your own mother's tomb. Masaru wasn't taking this visit so well. He had dressed in his black tuxedo and had a black tie on. He looked adorable with his hair all messy even though he tried so much this morning to comb it nicely. He looked very upset. His eyes showing pure sadness and distress.
She was also wearing black. A very tight black long sleeve collar shirt, a short black skirt, black stockings, and black high heels. Her head band was also black. Masaru couldn't take it any longer. He started to cry. His tears saddened her. She felt unable to stop his tears. She knelt beside him and hugged him.
" Masaru, honey. It's going to be okay, baby," She tried saying and he shook his head. His tears kept on flowing rapidly. "I know how you feel Masaru," She added, wiping his tears with her black cloth. " No, Mitsuko! You don't know how I feel! You never did! You knew our mother for a long time! I only knew her for less then an hour! You don't know how I feel because you didn't go through what I did!" Masaru yelled, angrily. His tears were a mixture of sadness and anger.
" Masaru! Oh, honey, your right. You never did know her. You didn't have much of mother did you? Poor baby," Mitsuko said, hugging him. He was right. One cannot understand anothers pain. Not even if you go through a problem or situation one of your friends is going through, you still don't understand their pain because everyone of us have a limit. Some people are stronger and some people are weaker. It's different for each of us. He cried for what seemed like a century on her shoulder. Once he started to calm down, she let him go and stood straight. Masaru looked deep into her eyes. She searched his eyes, to find some sort of emotion but all she found was blankness.
" Mitsuko, I'm sorry. Besides my sister, your my mother. I love you Mitsuko," He said and hugged her. She ran her fingers through his hair. But soon Masaru turned around and frowned. She frowned as well. Dammit, she thought. Misaru Yamazaki stood in front of them. Misaru was a boy who was two years older then her and looked just like Jiro ( If you've ever seen Cyborg 009, then imagine a boy that looks, acts, and talks like 009 A.K.A Joe. If you haven't, then imagine a boy with the same style of hair Jiro has only his hair is a chestnut brown and it covers one of his eyes. He has tan skin and has hazel red eyes.).
His father is a very good friend to her father and since Dr.Komyoji found out he had a son, he didn't hesitate to introduce him to her. You can say that Misaru was her suiter and wanted to get married with her. She wasn't his girlfriend, of course, but he always would say they were a couple. He would always try to make these moves on her that really did annoy her. She had told him many times that she was in love with another boy but it didn't seem to effect him at all. Actually, the more she said that, the more he tried to get her to be his girlfriend.
He would always give her very expensive and fine jewelry, occasionally rings when he tried to propose. She would always say no, but then next time he'll propose again with a bigger, finner, and expensive ring. He would always let her keep them no matter how much she said no but he would always insist. That was Misaru. A poor wealthy boy that will never get her love.For her heart was in someone else. It already had an owner besides her.
" What are you doing here?" Masaru said, angrily. Masaru looked very angry. He hated anything that had to do with Misaru because Masaru knew that Mitsuko loved someone else. He hated Misaru for ruining such a beautiful moment between his sister and himself. " Masaru," She said, warningly. She felt like she wanted to laugh and she would thank her brother at home.
" It's okay, Mitsuko. I forgive him. He is after all a child. What are you doing in such a shallow place?" Misaru said, looking around the cemetary in disapproval.
" Visiting mother," Masaru said. Masaru was answering all of Misaru's questions. " We have to go now though. Father will be here soon," Masaru added, twitching his nose.
Misaru bit his lip and Mitsuko just stared at Misaru while running her finger through Masaru's hair.
"Actually, I called your father. He's kind of busy so I'll be taking you both home," Misaru said. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie. He looked very fancy. And if it wasn't for Masaru, he would had been very happy and would have already done a move on her.
" Dammit, I can walk then," Masaru said, crossing his arms. He's so stubborn, Mitsuko thought. This was like the first time she ever heard her younger brother say a bad word. " Masaru, watch your mouth. I'm sorry Misaru but I think we can walk from here. It's not that far from here," Mitsuko lied. She would call a taxi if this works.
" Mitsuko are you sure? I mean it's no problem. I can take both of you home in my car," Misaru said, hurt. Mitsuko bit her lip and was about to answer.
" No thank you Yamazaki. I think we can walk," Masaru said, colly. Mitsuko could see Misaru starting to twitch in anger. " Are you sure, Mitsuko?" Misaru asked, again. " Yes, Misaru. Thank you," Mitsuko answered, forcing a sweet voice and a sweet smile. Why can't he understand?
" Oh. Okay then. I'll call you later Mitsuko because we need to talk. Alright?" Misaru said and she nodded in dismay. " Alright then cheerios," He said and walked to his car. He soon left and when he was gone, she got out her cell phone from her bag.
" What an asshole," Masaru said. She couldn't help it. She laughed.
" Masaru, I don't know where your getting that vulger language from, but don't say it her honey. We're in front of our mother's grave. Respect the dead, honey. I'm going to call a taxi," She said and giggled as her brother rolled his eyes and layed the roses they had both cut from Mitsuko's garden. After calling a taxi, they waited. Masaru kept on moving the roses to make sure they were perfect. Once the taxi came they both looked back. And she heard Masaru say," I love you mommy. Rest in Peace," and she grabbed his hand and they both got in the taxi.*