A/N:*blinks* Okay, now I'm mad. I have a seriously bad writer's block for Attack of the Elves and it's driving me insane. So any ideas are greatly appriciated! ^^
Queen of Duels- Bwahahhaha, yes I shall! Thanks much ^^ Oi, you two! Get over here!
Plus: What!?
Korii Shoujo: Go zap 002.
Minus: Why?
Korii Shoujo:*glare* CAUSE I SAID SO.
Plus: OKAY! GEESH!*walks off with Minus*
002: Hey guys! ^^
Plus and Minus:*grin evilly and zap 002*
002: GGAAAHHHH!!!!! I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN IT!
Sweet Dark Angel 009-Meep, gah. Y'know, I didn't really expect myself to write that..it just sorta popped outta my mind ^^ And your Kikaider fic is GREAT. Thanks! ^__^
Chibi Binasu-chan-*cough* Don't worry, this fic WILL NOT be a lemon. Geez, I'm only in 7th Grade and 12 years old at that. X_X And thanks!
Wolfwood11-Strange guy, that 009..and I'm sure I would be too X_X I'd be all cold..bbrrr...^^ Thanks!
MagicianCyborg-MEEP! I CAN'T RESIST THE CHIBIS! GAH! ^^ Here's ya update! Thankoo! ^^
Gothic Butterfly-Meep, thanks ^^;;; I kinda got cunfizzled when doing this, cause I kept mixing up 0020 and 0021. X_X Gah..
Stuff: Cyborg 009
Chapter 3
By Korii Shoujo
Slowly, like a cat quietly pursuing a mouse, he crept through the shadowed hallway, a black, soapy frying pan held ready to strike anyone who surprised him. It was actually for who he was after, the one who had annoyed him to death. His eyes were scrunched up in angry concentration as he turned a corner. He pressed his ear to the wall, listening carefully for the slightest hint of sound. Creasing his brow in concentration, he suddenly heard loud laughter coming from inside the room. Scowling, he raised his frying pan and-
"Hey 006!"
Chang jumped up about five feet into the air, screaming bloody murder. Frantically, he looked around, waving his soap covered pan all over the place, hitting a certain red headed New Yorker in a very painful area. Jet groaned loudly, and fell to the ground. He began to talk in a very squeaky voice.
"I just wanted t-to ask when dinner'll b-be ready!" he squeaked, eyes watering in pain. He then passed out on the floor, drooling slightly. Chang laughed nervously, looked around, then ran, his task of beating G.B. with the frying pan forgotten. However, one person did see it. Oh yes. Every detail.
And she was about to pass out from laughter.
Francoise covered her mouth with a delicate hand, giggling madly. She then thought about their currrent situation. It had been a low point in time, one when the cyborgs hadn't had anything to do. 'Well,' she reasoned, blushing slightly, 'I have..' She started to giggle again when she heard Jet say something in his state of unconsciousness sounding like, "Pass the lawn cows, please. My, my, Mister Johnson. It sure is a nice day today!"
Suddenly, a strong hand was placed on her shoulder. She froze, and whipped around, slapping the offender in the process. Joe yelped, and slapped his hand to his stinging red cheek. Francoise covered her mouth in shock, her cerulean eyes wide with apology.
"Oh, Joe! I'm so sorry! Did that hurt!? Here, let me see.."
Joe gave her a half smile, and let her examine the red area. His smile grew broader as he felt her soft touch on his now slightly stinging cheek. It was so warm and comforting, and it made the pain go away instantly as it moved gently over his skin. Slowly, their faces moved closer, and their breaths mingled. Joe took the moment to capture her lips with his, and he pushed her against the wall gently. He began to trace her lips ever so gently, timidly asking for permission to enter. She obliged almost at once, allowing full entry.
"My, my. Things are sure getting hot over here!" drawled a familier voice. "Hey, everyone! C'mere and see!"
Joe blushed violently, and turned around quickly, looking increduously at a now awake Jet, who was leaning against the wall with a huge smirk on his face. He whistled innocently. Suddenly, with a roar, Francoise threw herself at him, furiously slapping and clawing at his face. This time, Joe didn't stop her. Soon, the lady cyborg had knocked Jet out again, with blood this time. She huffed, and walked away with her wonderful itoshii at her side.
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"Dinner time!"
Chang's voice rang out happily through the corridors of Dr. Kazumi's seaside household. He smiled, then began to listen. Soon, he heard a noise that sounded like thunder, which slowly grew louder as the pack approached. Suddenly, they appeared, yelling, shoving, and pushing to get the best seat. He examined the crowd and noticed one of the number was missing. He shrugged, and turned back to the frying pan. Maybe Jet wasn't hungry tonight, which however unusual in seemed, was fine with him.
Joe and Francoise were the next to enter. They walked towards the table, and took their seats quietly.
"Ivan!" called out Francoise, "Come here, and I'll give you your bottle!"
A now sober cyborg baby floated out, and plopped right on to Francoise's lap. He had an eager air about him. She smiled, knowing he was hungry. She glanced at the table(which was about to be ripped to shreds) and then turned to Joe.
"Um..while I feed Ivan, could you save me something? I know I'm not going to get anything with these wild animals." She smiled slightly.
"'Course, k'shii," he grinned, then nodded. Francoise's smile grew a bit bigger, then she set about the task of making Ivan's bottle.
Needless to say, the 'wild animals' stopped what they were doing when they heard Joe use that word. He covered his mouth. Only Jet had known, and he wanted to keep it that way, at least for a little longer. Then it all began, starting with a few innocent chuckles, followed by full blown laughter. Joe blushed very loudly and pretended not to notice. He scooped up some of the chicken fried rice on to a plate for Francoise, and got a plate for himself.
"Stupid immature.." he muttered to himself, and glared at everyone, who were taken aback by his sudden grumpiness. Francoise sighed, and shook her head. A faint blush was still seeable but quickly fading on her cheeks. Under the table, she intertwined her fingers with his, and squeezed tightly. Joe smiled softly, and then started to eat. The other cyborgs looked to each other, confused.
"Oh.." whispered G.B., realizing something. He pressed his belly button and morphed into a small monkey. He crawled quickly under the table, and snickered when he found their hands. In an agile way, he jumped up on to Joe's lap and lifted their clasped hands above the table, for everyone to see.
"Look what I found!" he squealed, turning back into himself. He then fell on to the floor, unable to hold in his loud laughter any longer. Suddenly, a loud crash on the top of the house was heard. Francoise gasped, and lifted her head.
"Someone's coming!"
This brought all the cyborgs to immediate attention. Joe tore off his day clothes to reveal his uniform underneath, flowing yellow scarf and all. The others did the same, ready for the worst.
"Let's go!" exclaimed Joe, running out the door. Francoise was right behind him, followed by Pyunma. Everyone else looked at each other, then nodded, following their leader out the door.
Outside, a strong gust was picking up quickly. The wind whipped stinging dust into Joe's eyes, but the cyborg ignored it. Instead, he focused on two shadowed figures which were making their way effortlessly through the strong winds. Francoise gasped softly as she saw what the two shadows were. She ran up beside Joe, with Ivan carefully wrapped in her arms. Ivan buried himself into her clothes. He did NOT want to get dust in his little eyes.
"Joe.." she whispered into his ear quickly. "T-They're cyborgs!"
"My dear, you're right!" came a sweet female voice through the dust. But it was a deadly sweet, like bee-covered honey. She emerged first, dusting off her dirty tail with a slender hand. Her bright pink eyes flashed with a sharp awareness as she examined each of ther cyborgs. A wicked smirk lit her face as the sweet tinkle of a bell sounded.
"Ah, brother," she mused, "Come here."
The second shadow emerged from the cloud, and walked out slowly. It was a boy no older than 15 with striking emerald eyes. He looked at them quietly, with with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Good, 0021.." the cat-girl whispered, then turned to the 00 Cyborgs. "Now which one.." she trailed off, her gazing resting on Francoise. "Yes, you."
Suddenly, she threw herself forward with amzing agility, heading straight toward the startled young woman.
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A/N: Ah yes, I am ebil ^^ R/R to see what happens! Bwahahhaha..
002: Owwww..
003: ^_^ You deserve it!
009: Yeah!
002: X_X No I don't..I'm just a whittle boy..