A/N: I apologize for the long tortures wait for this new chapter. This beginning of this chapter is in 001's Point of View, but I continued using quotation marks as usual. Enjoy!
Title: Dear Diary
Chapter: 8 - Never again
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I didn't think that it would be this hard to conceal something so carefully planned from Francoise, but I was wrong, much to mine and the others dismay. Perhaps it was the fact that she was almost empathic, and at the same time her extraordinary gifts of hearing and sight. And yet, no matter the reason, it was happening. We were foolishly misleading our intentions of hiding our plan and revealing it instead. The first slip was made by 008 and poor him. The others had pounded him to a pulp after he had done it. Of course when Francoise wasn't watching. It was at dinner, a quite one indeed. 008 had seen that it was much too quiet and most likely Francoise would begin to suspect something, and so he decided to begin a lively conversation. His incentive was one of good intention, his first sentence wasn't.
"So after we beat Black Ghost with our new plan...." That was all that he could murmur before he realized what he had said. I couldn't blame him really, we had been talking so freely about the battle plans for so long that it just slipped his mind that Francoise was at the table. That perspective didn't seem to enter the minds of the others as they shot him murderous glances. 002 almost broke his cup as he 'firmly' established it upon the table. "Ahem, Francoise dear can you come with me, after dinner." Doctor Gilmore had asked worriedly. Francoise was in a daze, her delicate features showed confusion, anger, and perhaps sorrow.
"I'm afraid that I won't be able too, or are you just going to talk about your new plan while I'm away?" She said, tears glistening down her porcelain face. She ran upstairs not bothering to excuse herself. Then, much to 008 utter dismay, his pounding began. Not wishing to discuss such violent matters, I will go on without such graphic detailing of 008 worst injuries yet. At this very moment he is recuperating very slowly in the infirmary.
I took a good look at 009, he was listening attentively, a worried glint in his eyes. He had decided to eat his dinner while finishing up preparations in the laboratory, therefore missing the casualties that had happened. It resulted as good factor for 008, being pounded by 009; who deeply cares about Francoise, would have left him traumatized. He nodded and replied monotonously, almost casually, "Fine, I will go to her room, maybe I can apologize." Of course I agreed with his sentiments, and even if I didn't, he would go through with it anyway. "Good plan as always, 009. For now though, I think I'll take a short nap.
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For a moment I suspected that Francoise would understand why we had lied to her, that we were strung in the midst of a predicament. I was completely wrong; I should have known that she would erupt in anger and misguidance from our fib. I did not have the heart to try to explain the 00 cyborgs plan. I, Issah Gilmore, could not justify myself for such an act.
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"Sir, we have done as you have asked." Scarl looked at the cowardly commander that stood in front of him. "Well of course you did, you simpleton, what did you learn?" The commander fidgeted and began to stutter; "S-sir, it seems that they are planning an assault but the female cyborg does not know of their plan, this could be used to our advantage." Scarl grinned evilly and said casually; "Of course it can, you did a good job today commander."
"Thank you, sir." Scarl turned his back to the commander and then with a simple blast of the gun that he held in his hand the commander fell. "Too bad I don't need you anymore." He crackled in an intimidating manner and then set off to prepare his counter plan.
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How hard would convincing Francoise that in some crazy sense we had reason to hide our plan from her? Even if by some chance she let me say that it was for her own good, she wouldn't care. I rapidly made my way upstairs and in front of her door. It was painted white, with a ballerina chime on it. I knocked once, no response. I tried again, still no response. She was inside, I could hear her sobs. They broke my heart into pieces, knowing that I had been the one to cause the ordeal. With new found determination I knocked once again.
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"How could they, I trusted them…." Francoise sobbed quietly as she let her glass tears fall from her cheeks. She heard knocks outside her door; they were of 009 she knew. She suddenly felt a rush of anger swell up inside of her again and a spark of sudden revenge lit inside of her. "They are no longer trustworthy; I will never trust them, never again."
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A/N: It was short, I know, but please do forgive me. I'm once again in that agitating Writer Block which seems to come and go as it pleases. Well, I've said enough, R/R.