Precautions for this Chapter: None really...just mild violence.

Disclaimers: I do not own Cyborg 009, otherwise; excuse my bad language, I'd be a rich
B**** ( heh, that rhymes) So, I don't own it...

One late night, Al was laying on the couch in Professor Kozumi's home; pondering about things he'd prefer not to tell to the other cyborgs.

Things like: why does everyone seem so happy all the time, but I am not? Why do people find it romantic to lay in the grass under the stars, but I don't? Why do people find special parties entertaining, but I don't? How do people find joy in giving other people gifts? Because I can't seem to...

Jet had quietly entered into the kitchen for a bedtime snack. It was nearly midnight. He did not want to wake anyone. (Yes, Jet can be considerate if he's in somewhat of a good mood.) Al snapped out of his thinking mode and held up his machine gun hand pointed at Jet's head.

"Hey, calm down dude!" Jet said to Al.

"I'm sorry Jet, I've been a bit jumpy lately..." He replied.

"Okaaaay..?" Jet slurred. He continued to prepare his snack. Al sat up on the couch and sluggishly draped his arms over the back of it.

Jet, still in the kitchen, licked the peanut butter off his index finger. (Heehee, Jet likes peanut butter sandwiches. ^ ^) "May I ask what is troubling you?" He said out of nowhere.

"It's none of your business..." Al said in an annoyed voice.

"Fine man, you don't have to be a jerk about it." Jet said in answer.

Al leaned forward and picked up the T.V remote from off the coffee table. Jet had already returned to his room with his peanut butter sandwich.

Al turned on the television and slowly flipped through the channels; just enough to get a glimpse of what was going on.

He decided to cease pressing the button. It happened to land on the News Station.

"A reluctant suspect who claims to be called 'Cyborg 0011' has just attacked a small area of buildings in Tokyo! It appears to be a female, but we are not sure!"

Al laughed in disgust, still knowing that this cyborg would be destroyed like all the others who didn't join the rebellion.

He yawned repeatedly, about ready to drift off to sleep on the soft, fluffy, velvet, couch. But his sub-conscious mind caught that the television was still on. He nearly turned it off but thought he should attempt to see what the suspect looked like.

From what he could see, it appeared to be a blond female with a young build; but she was indeed a cyborg.

The End unless you people who DID bother to read it, liked it and want me to do another chapter... That's when he's supposed to meet the girl and fall in love with her. ^_^ Hope you liked it! Review it and I'll put chappy #2 up next! ^_~