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Author's Note: Wow, I got a lot of positive feedback on this story so first I'd like to thank my reviewers! You guys are great and thank you so much for the support. I wasn't going to continue writing this for a bit but you've all inspired me to keep going. And to Aejavu – the best of luck on your story!
The dull morning light seeped through the curtains, spread over the room slowly and stopped to mingle on the young girl's face. The light tugging at her eyelids was too irritating to ignore and after about a minute of tossing and turning, trying to get out of its reach, the sun still found her. Despite protests from her tired body, she pulled herself from bed and trudged over to the window that looked out onto the back alleyway. The sun was just rising and the light was dull and grey. Even as she watched, it spread over everything in sight and slowly became brighter and brighter as the morning sun peeked up over the horizon. She moaned figuring it was only about six o'clock, knowing that no one else would be up for AT LEAST another hour. Even more 009, who would probably sleep for a whole other day. He was so exhausted last night and she hoped he was ok, but she didn't want to wake him by going in and checking on him so, sighing, she made her way down the hallway, working her way ever quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was still in her bedclothes but she figured she didn't have to change for at least another half hour and she wanted some tea. Fixing everything, she sat sipping her tea; taking in the warmth it offered her tired body.
Sighing half happily she thought about the night before. She could feel a warm blush spread over her cheeks. That seemed to happen whenever she thought about 009 and she wondered what that meant. Surely she couldn't have feelings for him? They were both only cyborgs. That's all, nothing more, she told herself, trying maybe too hard to believe it. Not wanting to think about it any longer, she rose and trudged back up the stairs struggling to forget her growing thoughts of 009.
When she reached her room, she slid the door closed behind her and leaned back against it, releasing the breath from her body. She rubbed her eyes, and figured she should probably get dressed and pack her things to return to Professor Kazumi's house. She took out her clothes and slipped into them quickly. When she was finished her eyes drifted to the Chinese dress in the corner. She found herself walking towards it. Reaching out, she touched it; letting her fingers run over the silk she blushed, thinking of 009's comment. Quickly, she took the dress off the hanger and folded it, pressing it into her backpack with her other items. Closing it, she picked it up and to her delight found that it wasn't heavy at all and would be anything but a burden to carry all the way home.
Now that she had her things, she slung the backpack over her shoulder and made her way downstairs, finding, to her surprise, that 006 and 007 were already up and not so surprisingly, already arguing. About what, she didn't really know, or care for that matter, she was quite used to it. They didn't notice her come down the stairs so tiptoed to a chair and sat, watching this scene unfold before her. 006 and 007 were quite the characters and watching them squabble always brought a smile to her face, not to mention let her forget her troubles (or 009). Truth be told, she couldn't wait to leave the restaurant and be able to go home, if even for a bit. She was looking forward to the walk home and being able to be out in the brisk morning air. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was so glad that 007 was coming with her and 009. In fact, for the first time she was happy that 007 was going to be around. 007 was her friend, but he could get a little frisky and his advances were annoying but she didn't think she could be alone with 009 without gnawing her own fingers off. 006's screams interrupted her thoughts and she figured she better break things up before someone ended up killed.
"Whose kitchen is this anyway?!" 006 hollered, hitting 007's hands back away from the stove with a spatula. 007 reared back and grabbed his hand and started sucking on his fingers.
"Excuse me but THAT HURT!" 007's brows were furrowed as he glared in contempt at the stout man standing next to him; "I should knock you off your little stool for that you short, fat, obnoxious jerk!"
003 took this moment to butt in, 006 was staring at 007 like he was going to murder him until he came back alive and then murder him again, "Now boys," she started, getting in between them, "What is going on here exactly . . .?"
007 and 006 smiled up at her and 006 hid his spatula behind his back that a second ago he was about to use to decapitate 007, "Oh! 003, I didn't see you there . . . we were just making breakfast, isn't that right 007?"
003 switched her skeptical gaze to 007, she found he was grinning and nodding like a madman. She smiled inwardly at the two and crossed her arms, "That's what I thought. Now, what's for breakfast . . .?"
006 eyed 007 and turned back to his food that was still cooking on the stove, "I'll let 007 answer that," he mumbled from where he was chopping up some strawberries.
007 straightened his back proudly and shifted his gaze from the contempt 006 to the awaiting 003, "Well that's simple! For breakfast, we're having French toast!"
"WHAT?!" 006's roar was probably heard in the arctic, "I told you were having Belgium waffles!" he bellowed, his spatula poised in the air for another attack from anyone who disagreed.
003 shook her head and walked away from the pair, giving up, "I can't wait to get home!" she said, not intending for it to be loud enough for the both of them to take notice of but they both heard it despite their ever growing argument.
Much to all of their surprise, a second later, 009 appeared at the bottom of the stairs fully dressed and breathing heavily, he stopped a second to take in the scene before him before scowling slightly, "What is going on down here? I thought we were being attacked!"
006 and 007 both turned to him, smiling nervously. They both poked and prodded each other to talk, not wanting to have to explain things to a tired, irritated 009. Finally, 007 stepped forward a bit, wringing his hands together, sweating horribly, "Nothing's going on, we were just making breakfast that's all."
009 shot them both a skeptical/annoyed look and took a seat next to 003 at the table, too tired to deal with either of them. Leaning back in his chair he yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. He looked to 003 like he was about to collapse into sleep. She looked down into her tea, not able to stop thinking about how cute he looked when he yawned. She didn't really have to though because a second later his smooth, tired voice interrupted her, "Can you believe those two?" he asked her, leaning towards her a bit, making sure she could hear him, not wanting to exhort himself any more than he had too.
She giggled and looked down to her hands in her lap, "They really are quite the characters . . . they didn't wake you did they?" she said, her eyes full of worry as they looked up to him. She would feel awful if after he had been through all that last night he had been woken by 006 and 007's antics.
He leaned back a little and shook his head, "No I've been up for a little while. I was just so worried when I heard all that racket," he paused when he noticed her backpack sitting on the table, "We should all get going to the Professor's soon, eh 007?"
007 head peaked out from the mess that an d 006 were creating, "Oh, ya about that," he separated himself from 006 and walked over to the table, "I hope you two don't mind but I'm going to stay here with 006 and help him with preparations for the day."
003's head shot up and her eyes clearly displayed her distress, "So that means . . ."
"You and 009 are going to have to walk home without me," 007 finished for her.
She sat straight up in her chair and wrung her hands in her lap, "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" she half asked, half pleaded.
"I would like to 003, but there's too much work here to be done and 006 can't finish it all himself and expect the restaurant to be ready in time for opening," as he finished, he returned back to where 006 had been chopping, mixing and frappe-ing.
003 sat back in her chair, trying to think of something, "Oh well, if there's so much work to be done I'll just stay here with you two as well-."
They both turned and looked at her, 006 the first to speak, "Don't be silly 003, you were just saying just minutes ago how much you want to get home! 009 will take great care of you, won't you 009?"
003 was afraid to look back to 009 but she plastered a fake smile on her face and turned back to him, "Of course I will," he said smiling, "I wouldn't let anything happen to her."
She grimaced and looked down at her tea once again. This was going to be an interesting walk home.
To Be Continued . . .