Forgotten Child
Chapter 6
I got more reviews! I'm so glad. PLZ continue 2 reviews. It's u people who make me want 2 write. Ok, more babbling at the end. Youko will now read the disclaimer.
Youko: I better get chocolate for this. CosmosAngel1 does not own Cyborg 009. She only wishes 2 own it.
CA1: Thank u, Youko.
Youko: o_0 what's wrong with u?
CA1: Huh?
Youko: U seemed depressed.
CA1: So?
Youko: I'll talk later. Just type out the chapter.
CA1: Ok...
Youko: Something is wrong..
CA1: Enjoy.
Youko: Let me do that. * Clears throat * ENJOY!!!
CA1: ... This chapter is dedicated 2 the most loyal reviewer, MagicianCyborg.
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"He almost told them..." Françoise said to no one in particular. Alone in her dimly lit room, she had opened her window and laid down in her bed, finding the cold air somewhat soothing. Turning her body, she saw the pictures. Slowly, and almost hesitantly, she sat up and took them. More alert now, she started looking at the already memorized pictures. Her senses dimmed as she remembered the time when the pictures where taken. She focused on the pictures and the pictures alone, not noticing the more than normal chilly gust coming from outside. She became more and more unaware of everything. Even the shadow slowly materializing in front of her into a person...
~~~~~~~~Keep going...
"Save some food for 003. She might be hungry later," Gilmore said to Chang. The chef nodded and continued eating. Silence.
"So. What did she mean?"
"Huh? What do you mean, 004?" Gilmore asked the Cyborg in front of him.
"You know what he means. 003 asked you something. What was that all about?" Jet asked, supporting Albert's original question. Joe's head snapped up. This conversation was worth hearing.
"What do you mean? It meant nothing!" Gilmore said calmly.
"No, it was something. You backed away from her. Something you don't do around us. Something's going on," Albert said, showing off detective skills.
"Do you two have something hidden?" Jet asked, pointing a fork accusingly at the professor.
"No! Of course not! Why would we?" he mumbled.
"Funny how you are so calm around us when we're asking you a question concerning the subject. When 003 asks you, however, you become extremely nervous and pale," Albert continued.
"Something's wrong." Jet agreed.
"Nothing's wrong!" Gilmore insisted.
"It has something to do with Eric Kato, doesn't it?" All heads turned to the Japanese Cyborg. He had been quiet all through out the meal, partly listening, partly thinking.
"Why do you think that, 009?" Gilmore asked. He looked quickly at his big friend.
"It all started with that locket from him," Joe responded.
"That doesn't mean anything," Geronimo defended Gilmore. Jet, Albert, and Joe found this suspicious at this.
"005 has a point, but so do you three. At this moment, you can't tell who's right and who's wrong," Pyunma stated. Joe agreed and sighed.
"She seemed different..." he remembered the ice in her eyes.
"I know," Albert agreed.
"She was like a new 003," Jet added. Geronimo cringed.
# What's wrong, 005? # A voice asked. Ivan floated up to the table, basket and all.
"What do you mean?" the giant Cyborg asked.
"You know something too!" Jet said incredulously.
"Know what?" Geronimo asked, nervousness cleverly hidden.
"What are you two keeping from us?" Joe demanded. Since the kiss he had shared with the angel of his heart, he had felt a strong need to protect her from everything. He had felt a desire to know all there was about her. He did not want to be short of information. His eyes flashed dangerously as he looked at his friends.
'I can't tell...She'll kill me!' Gilmore thought fearfully.
'I promised I would not tell,' Geronimo told himself. In their minds, an important memory of the past replayed.
~~~~ Flashback.
Gilmore had been on the ship with the Cyborgs for a bit now. He was still getting used to it. One day, he had come across a room he had not yet seen. Curious, Gilmore opened the door and went inside. He was inside 003's room! Slowly and carefully, he looked around. He took care of not touching anything. At that moment, the doorknob rattled and the door opened. Gilmore spun around and froze. There in the doorway stood the owner of the room. Gilmore gulped.
"They're being foolish..." he heard her say. She shut the door and sighed. After a few moments, she looked up and almost screamed to high heaven. Luckily, she had great self-control and managed to keep it in, Gilmore smiled sheepishly.
"What are you doing here?" Françoise asked as she regained her breath.
"I'm sorry, 003! It's just, well, my curiosity got the better of me. I didn't know this was your room," he explained. Françoise calmed down and smiled.
"Well, you certainly gave me a fright!"
"Yes, I'm sorry. If you would excuse me, I'll leave now," Gilmore said.
"It's ok. You can stay, I could talk to you."
"Oh, really? Well, then, what were you going to do?" Gilmore asked hesitantly.
"I was going to look at old pictures," Françoise answered.
"Pictures?"
"Yeah. I managed to get them from my purse when I woke up," the petite girl explained. She went over to her dresser and took out a bunch of pictures.
"They remind me of my old life," she said quietly. She sat down on her bed. Gilmore sat next to her.
"You look happy," Gilmore commented as they looked at the pictures. A look of longing sketched its way on the girl's face.
"Yes, well, I was happy."
"Huh? Who's this young man?" Gilmore asked, noticing the person in the picture.
"That's Eric. Eric Kato."
"Eric Kato. Who's this?" Gilmore pointed at a man who looked like he was in his late thirties and looked extremely familiar.
"That's...that's my father..."
"Your father?! But.he's."
"I know. He walked out one morning. My mother couldn't support Jean Paul and I. She died of tiredness when I was 10 or 12."
"I'm sorry, 003."
"Please, call me Françoise when we're alone."
"All right. Did you ever hear from him? I mean, apart from."
"Yes..."
"Really? Do tell!"
"Someone's at the door," Françoise whispered. Her companion raised an eyebrow. He got up and opened the door. Geronimo stood there.
"Oh...um. Sorry." he turned and was about to walk away when,
"No. You've heard enough. Stay." Geronimo hesitated before following Françoise's orders. He sat down Indian style on the floor by her and stayed silent.
"Did you hear everything?" Gilmore asked.
"Everything."
"I see. Here they are," the girl said, handing the pictures to him. Geronimo slowly looked at them.
"My father came back. I remember what he said clearly," Françoise started.
"He said he had built a great business. He said he had come back for us. Jean Paul was so angry with him. They screamed and hollered at each other. Eventually, I ran out and wandered the streets, crying. I remember not going home until morning. Jean Paul was frantic and Father had left. But his words were sill fresh in my mind. He had said
'I had to leave to start a better life. You two should be grateful I remembered you at all! I should leave you here to suffer!'
I cried again, but Jean Paul was by me. And in three days, I would be doing just as my father had said.
A bitter look had strayed and stayed on her face.
"Your father. He's.he's." Gilmore couldn't say it.
"I know who he is. He's our greatest enemy," Geronimo said. Françoise nodded gravely.
"Who's Eric Kato?" I don't understand him," Gilmore said, trying to change the subject.
"He was my first bo"
~~~~ End Flashback.
"Prof. Gilmore! 005! Hey!" Jet's voice interrupted the memory. Both men came back and noticed everyone staring at them.
"What is it?" Geronimo asked them.
"Nothing, you two just sort of spaced and it was getting boring watching you," Albert said calmly.
"What happened?" Joe asked firmly.
"Nothing, 009. Where's 003? Still in her room?" Gilmore asked hurriedly.
"Yeah, she hasn't come out yet," Pyunma, said as he looked over to a sleeping Ivan.
"Oh, well. I suppose she won't eat tonight," Gilmore said. He sighed and looked at his plate.
"Shall I keep a plate for her?" Chang asked.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"That came from 003's room!"
******************-_-
So? Was it 2 short? Was it 2 much of a cliffy? What do u thinks? Your opinion counts greatly.
Youko: Yeah.it does.
CA1: What r u doing?
Youko: * Face covered in chocolate * Nothing.
CA1: Liar.
Youko: What is it with you? You are acting too weird!
CA1: How so?
Youko: Like that!! You're not cheerful anymore.
CA1: Is it that big of a difference?
Youko: YES! Are you depressed?
CA1: I don't know.
Youko: You are. Here's some sugar.
CA1: Thanx.
Youko: No reaction. IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE??
CA1: No.
Youko: OK, people. Our author is suffering from depression.
CA1: Oh, sure, blab it 2 the world.
Youko: Our readers have a right to know!
CA1: Yes, I suppose.
Youko: OK, how about you do your thanx?
CA1: Sure.
Youko: At least that didn't change.
CA1: Uh-huh.
Here they r:
Serene Faerie: Wow, U hasn't reviewed in a long time. I'm surprised u sill read this! Thank u so much 4 not 4-getting us. Sorry 4 not updating soon. * Hands u collection of Cyborg 009 soft dolls, sugar, and hug. *
Wolfwood11: God, it is. I'm sorry I couldn't review. 4 give me! * Bows down * Of course, it is way much better than mine! I am glad u think Françoise's coldness is creepy! I wanted it that way! Thank u 4 the encouraging words! * Gives u brownies, sugar, and huge hug. Oh, here are some more chocolates. I'm sure Youko won't mind. They're from France. Enjoy! *
MagicianCyborg: How r u? I am stunned. I know by the time u readers read this chapter, u probably will find out who her father is. How did u, my loyal reviewer, find out sooner? I hope u enjoyed this chapter dedicated 4 u! 002, it's ok. * Hands u 002 life size doll, sugar, $300, and huge hug. *
Gold Feather Dragon: Ooh! A new reviewer! Thanx 4 checking out my pathetic story. U like the plot? Thanx! I know, the kiss was taking 2 long, so I decided 2 stick it in there, even though it wasn't suppose 2. I did read your fic! I think I reviewed it, didn't I? It's really good. I just finished reading the 4th chapter. I like the idea of her training! * Gives u plush dragon, gold chain necklace, and hug* I never knew guys would write of 009/003. Or are u a girl? At the bottom of your chapter it said 'Edd'. Am I right? Or wrong?
OK, that's it.
Youko: You gave two boxes of French chocolates away!
CA1: So? We can always order 4 more. Chef will.
Youko: Uh, Chef is at the other house.
CA1: it's called a telephone, Youko. Although, u r a demon. I doubt u know what that is.
Youko: Hey! You're a demon child!
CA1: U said u would never tell anyone!!
Youko: Wow. She's back.
CA1: Ha ha.
Youko: My mistake. She's gone.
CA1: OK, u probably want 2 know y I am calling myself a demon child. Well here's the thing. It's based on a fable. My Father told me that the first picture he ever took of me, the Devil was hovering over me. I don't really believe it, but the name stuck.
Youko: Nice fable, huh?
CA1: It's so stupid; People r making fun of me.
Youko: that's why you're depressed?
CA1: U know what, it's pointless 2 write our conversations. I'm doing my song.
Reading a chapter: Scrolling down.
Leaving a review: Click of a button.
Making an author feel better: Priceless.
OK, I decided 2 try that out. It's supposed to be that little saying of the MasterCard commercial. It totally sucks.
Youko: I'll say!
CA1: I say we take a vote.
Youko: of what?
CA1: Readers, if u wishes 4 Youko and me 2 stop writing our conversations here, say so in your review. This is a poll. Whatever side has the most votes will decide the fate of our conversations. Don't ignore this, please. Answer this question.
Youko: Yeah, u guys don't answer the questions we ask.
CA1: That's b cause it wastes time. This one is serious. Please, reviewers. Answer this question. I beg of u!
Youko: I need to help her. She came home all sad looking.
CA1: C what I mean?
CosmosAngel1
Ja Ne!
'-'
Youko: Answer our question, pretty please!! ^_~
Chapter 6
I got more reviews! I'm so glad. PLZ continue 2 reviews. It's u people who make me want 2 write. Ok, more babbling at the end. Youko will now read the disclaimer.
Youko: I better get chocolate for this. CosmosAngel1 does not own Cyborg 009. She only wishes 2 own it.
CA1: Thank u, Youko.
Youko: o_0 what's wrong with u?
CA1: Huh?
Youko: U seemed depressed.
CA1: So?
Youko: I'll talk later. Just type out the chapter.
CA1: Ok...
Youko: Something is wrong..
CA1: Enjoy.
Youko: Let me do that. * Clears throat * ENJOY!!!
CA1: ... This chapter is dedicated 2 the most loyal reviewer, MagicianCyborg.
*******************************************************8
"He almost told them..." Françoise said to no one in particular. Alone in her dimly lit room, she had opened her window and laid down in her bed, finding the cold air somewhat soothing. Turning her body, she saw the pictures. Slowly, and almost hesitantly, she sat up and took them. More alert now, she started looking at the already memorized pictures. Her senses dimmed as she remembered the time when the pictures where taken. She focused on the pictures and the pictures alone, not noticing the more than normal chilly gust coming from outside. She became more and more unaware of everything. Even the shadow slowly materializing in front of her into a person...
~~~~~~~~Keep going...
"Save some food for 003. She might be hungry later," Gilmore said to Chang. The chef nodded and continued eating. Silence.
"So. What did she mean?"
"Huh? What do you mean, 004?" Gilmore asked the Cyborg in front of him.
"You know what he means. 003 asked you something. What was that all about?" Jet asked, supporting Albert's original question. Joe's head snapped up. This conversation was worth hearing.
"What do you mean? It meant nothing!" Gilmore said calmly.
"No, it was something. You backed away from her. Something you don't do around us. Something's going on," Albert said, showing off detective skills.
"Do you two have something hidden?" Jet asked, pointing a fork accusingly at the professor.
"No! Of course not! Why would we?" he mumbled.
"Funny how you are so calm around us when we're asking you a question concerning the subject. When 003 asks you, however, you become extremely nervous and pale," Albert continued.
"Something's wrong." Jet agreed.
"Nothing's wrong!" Gilmore insisted.
"It has something to do with Eric Kato, doesn't it?" All heads turned to the Japanese Cyborg. He had been quiet all through out the meal, partly listening, partly thinking.
"Why do you think that, 009?" Gilmore asked. He looked quickly at his big friend.
"It all started with that locket from him," Joe responded.
"That doesn't mean anything," Geronimo defended Gilmore. Jet, Albert, and Joe found this suspicious at this.
"005 has a point, but so do you three. At this moment, you can't tell who's right and who's wrong," Pyunma stated. Joe agreed and sighed.
"She seemed different..." he remembered the ice in her eyes.
"I know," Albert agreed.
"She was like a new 003," Jet added. Geronimo cringed.
# What's wrong, 005? # A voice asked. Ivan floated up to the table, basket and all.
"What do you mean?" the giant Cyborg asked.
"You know something too!" Jet said incredulously.
"Know what?" Geronimo asked, nervousness cleverly hidden.
"What are you two keeping from us?" Joe demanded. Since the kiss he had shared with the angel of his heart, he had felt a strong need to protect her from everything. He had felt a desire to know all there was about her. He did not want to be short of information. His eyes flashed dangerously as he looked at his friends.
'I can't tell...She'll kill me!' Gilmore thought fearfully.
'I promised I would not tell,' Geronimo told himself. In their minds, an important memory of the past replayed.
~~~~ Flashback.
Gilmore had been on the ship with the Cyborgs for a bit now. He was still getting used to it. One day, he had come across a room he had not yet seen. Curious, Gilmore opened the door and went inside. He was inside 003's room! Slowly and carefully, he looked around. He took care of not touching anything. At that moment, the doorknob rattled and the door opened. Gilmore spun around and froze. There in the doorway stood the owner of the room. Gilmore gulped.
"They're being foolish..." he heard her say. She shut the door and sighed. After a few moments, she looked up and almost screamed to high heaven. Luckily, she had great self-control and managed to keep it in, Gilmore smiled sheepishly.
"What are you doing here?" Françoise asked as she regained her breath.
"I'm sorry, 003! It's just, well, my curiosity got the better of me. I didn't know this was your room," he explained. Françoise calmed down and smiled.
"Well, you certainly gave me a fright!"
"Yes, I'm sorry. If you would excuse me, I'll leave now," Gilmore said.
"It's ok. You can stay, I could talk to you."
"Oh, really? Well, then, what were you going to do?" Gilmore asked hesitantly.
"I was going to look at old pictures," Françoise answered.
"Pictures?"
"Yeah. I managed to get them from my purse when I woke up," the petite girl explained. She went over to her dresser and took out a bunch of pictures.
"They remind me of my old life," she said quietly. She sat down on her bed. Gilmore sat next to her.
"You look happy," Gilmore commented as they looked at the pictures. A look of longing sketched its way on the girl's face.
"Yes, well, I was happy."
"Huh? Who's this young man?" Gilmore asked, noticing the person in the picture.
"That's Eric. Eric Kato."
"Eric Kato. Who's this?" Gilmore pointed at a man who looked like he was in his late thirties and looked extremely familiar.
"That's...that's my father..."
"Your father?! But.he's."
"I know. He walked out one morning. My mother couldn't support Jean Paul and I. She died of tiredness when I was 10 or 12."
"I'm sorry, 003."
"Please, call me Françoise when we're alone."
"All right. Did you ever hear from him? I mean, apart from."
"Yes..."
"Really? Do tell!"
"Someone's at the door," Françoise whispered. Her companion raised an eyebrow. He got up and opened the door. Geronimo stood there.
"Oh...um. Sorry." he turned and was about to walk away when,
"No. You've heard enough. Stay." Geronimo hesitated before following Françoise's orders. He sat down Indian style on the floor by her and stayed silent.
"Did you hear everything?" Gilmore asked.
"Everything."
"I see. Here they are," the girl said, handing the pictures to him. Geronimo slowly looked at them.
"My father came back. I remember what he said clearly," Françoise started.
"He said he had built a great business. He said he had come back for us. Jean Paul was so angry with him. They screamed and hollered at each other. Eventually, I ran out and wandered the streets, crying. I remember not going home until morning. Jean Paul was frantic and Father had left. But his words were sill fresh in my mind. He had said
'I had to leave to start a better life. You two should be grateful I remembered you at all! I should leave you here to suffer!'
I cried again, but Jean Paul was by me. And in three days, I would be doing just as my father had said.
A bitter look had strayed and stayed on her face.
"Your father. He's.he's." Gilmore couldn't say it.
"I know who he is. He's our greatest enemy," Geronimo said. Françoise nodded gravely.
"Who's Eric Kato?" I don't understand him," Gilmore said, trying to change the subject.
"He was my first bo"
~~~~ End Flashback.
"Prof. Gilmore! 005! Hey!" Jet's voice interrupted the memory. Both men came back and noticed everyone staring at them.
"What is it?" Geronimo asked them.
"Nothing, you two just sort of spaced and it was getting boring watching you," Albert said calmly.
"What happened?" Joe asked firmly.
"Nothing, 009. Where's 003? Still in her room?" Gilmore asked hurriedly.
"Yeah, she hasn't come out yet," Pyunma, said as he looked over to a sleeping Ivan.
"Oh, well. I suppose she won't eat tonight," Gilmore said. He sighed and looked at his plate.
"Shall I keep a plate for her?" Chang asked.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"That came from 003's room!"
******************-_-
So? Was it 2 short? Was it 2 much of a cliffy? What do u thinks? Your opinion counts greatly.
Youko: Yeah.it does.
CA1: What r u doing?
Youko: * Face covered in chocolate * Nothing.
CA1: Liar.
Youko: What is it with you? You are acting too weird!
CA1: How so?
Youko: Like that!! You're not cheerful anymore.
CA1: Is it that big of a difference?
Youko: YES! Are you depressed?
CA1: I don't know.
Youko: You are. Here's some sugar.
CA1: Thanx.
Youko: No reaction. IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE??
CA1: No.
Youko: OK, people. Our author is suffering from depression.
CA1: Oh, sure, blab it 2 the world.
Youko: Our readers have a right to know!
CA1: Yes, I suppose.
Youko: OK, how about you do your thanx?
CA1: Sure.
Youko: At least that didn't change.
CA1: Uh-huh.
Here they r:
Serene Faerie: Wow, U hasn't reviewed in a long time. I'm surprised u sill read this! Thank u so much 4 not 4-getting us. Sorry 4 not updating soon. * Hands u collection of Cyborg 009 soft dolls, sugar, and hug. *
Wolfwood11: God, it is. I'm sorry I couldn't review. 4 give me! * Bows down * Of course, it is way much better than mine! I am glad u think Françoise's coldness is creepy! I wanted it that way! Thank u 4 the encouraging words! * Gives u brownies, sugar, and huge hug. Oh, here are some more chocolates. I'm sure Youko won't mind. They're from France. Enjoy! *
MagicianCyborg: How r u? I am stunned. I know by the time u readers read this chapter, u probably will find out who her father is. How did u, my loyal reviewer, find out sooner? I hope u enjoyed this chapter dedicated 4 u! 002, it's ok. * Hands u 002 life size doll, sugar, $300, and huge hug. *
Gold Feather Dragon: Ooh! A new reviewer! Thanx 4 checking out my pathetic story. U like the plot? Thanx! I know, the kiss was taking 2 long, so I decided 2 stick it in there, even though it wasn't suppose 2. I did read your fic! I think I reviewed it, didn't I? It's really good. I just finished reading the 4th chapter. I like the idea of her training! * Gives u plush dragon, gold chain necklace, and hug* I never knew guys would write of 009/003. Or are u a girl? At the bottom of your chapter it said 'Edd'. Am I right? Or wrong?
OK, that's it.
Youko: You gave two boxes of French chocolates away!
CA1: So? We can always order 4 more. Chef will.
Youko: Uh, Chef is at the other house.
CA1: it's called a telephone, Youko. Although, u r a demon. I doubt u know what that is.
Youko: Hey! You're a demon child!
CA1: U said u would never tell anyone!!
Youko: Wow. She's back.
CA1: Ha ha.
Youko: My mistake. She's gone.
CA1: OK, u probably want 2 know y I am calling myself a demon child. Well here's the thing. It's based on a fable. My Father told me that the first picture he ever took of me, the Devil was hovering over me. I don't really believe it, but the name stuck.
Youko: Nice fable, huh?
CA1: It's so stupid; People r making fun of me.
Youko: that's why you're depressed?
CA1: U know what, it's pointless 2 write our conversations. I'm doing my song.
Reading a chapter: Scrolling down.
Leaving a review: Click of a button.
Making an author feel better: Priceless.
OK, I decided 2 try that out. It's supposed to be that little saying of the MasterCard commercial. It totally sucks.
Youko: I'll say!
CA1: I say we take a vote.
Youko: of what?
CA1: Readers, if u wishes 4 Youko and me 2 stop writing our conversations here, say so in your review. This is a poll. Whatever side has the most votes will decide the fate of our conversations. Don't ignore this, please. Answer this question.
Youko: Yeah, u guys don't answer the questions we ask.
CA1: That's b cause it wastes time. This one is serious. Please, reviewers. Answer this question. I beg of u!
Youko: I need to help her. She came home all sad looking.
CA1: C what I mean?
CosmosAngel1
Ja Ne!
'-'
Youko: Answer our question, pretty please!! ^_~
