Disclaimer: I don't own Cyborg 009
Author's Note: Once again, thanks so much everyone for the reviews. Oh, and if you haven't seen the restaurant episode, it is sort of hard to figure out what is going on at times. Primarily, with the Chinese dress. See in the episode, 006 has her wear this risqué Chinese dress and she starts to yell at him and 007 for being "male chauvinist pigs" and 009 says something like "I wouldn't be mad at them, we like you" and then accelerates and leaves to do something for 006. That clears up some of the confusion I guess and I don't really have much more to say in this A/N so, enjoy.
His mind drifted as the two of them made their way through the streets. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he wondered why she had been so reluctant to walk alone with him. As they made conversation, her shoulder sometimes coming into contact with his upper arm as she swayed while she walked, he knew the answer. He wondered why he had been so dim as to not realize how much of a struggle it was to be alone with her and not make a fool of himself. Looking away from her, he pretended to study the building they were walking by. She was so beautiful and kind and he just couldn't help turning into complete mush whenever she was around. Staring down at the ground in contempt, he thought of how he could never have someone like her, he didn't deserve someone like her. He was just a shell of a person, but a memory of what he once was so many years ago. He was a Cyborg now, and love was no longer part of his life, but a remembrance from so long ago.
She walked on, despite the nerve-wracking silence that had grown on them. Looking up at the sky, she admired the rich azure color that painted the atmosphere above them. It was a beautiful day and there was a cool breeze that blew through her hair, brushing against the bare skin of her neck. She closed her eyes against the touch and sighed contentedly. The sun burned brightly high above them, a blazing pale yellow orb stuck in the mass of blue. A canvas of flowers were blooming everywhere, a throng of bright reds, oranges, yellows and violets. Their sweet aroma made her smile, taking in the beauty of nature. Days like this were sometimes the only thing that managed to convince her that there was some good left in this world.
009's smooth and alluring voice broke her thoughts, "We've got a ways to go, do you want me to carry your bag for you?"
His voice drifted from his lips like nectar, the words making her insides melt and her knees weak. Probably the most potent of all of his enticing features was his voice. It had the ability to give her butterflies just hearing it. Still, she felt as if he had no idea of just how compelling and intoxicating he really was. Through all this she barely managed to answer him, something in the back of her mind drawing her back to reality, "No, it's fine. I packed very little so it's really quite light," they continued conversation, laughing and joking as that little something in the back of her mind continued to tug on her senses.
Two gruff looking men sat on top of an old brick building, the location of a long abandoned construction site. One of the men was portly and short, sitting back against a rusted air vent, stuffing his face with fast food as the other tall skinny man worked hard pushing a metal beam into place over the edge of the roof.
"There!" he said, falling backwards in fatigue, "It's all set, all we have to do is wait for them to walk through this alley and push it the rest of the way over," closing his eyes, he smiled and folded his arms back behind his head, "And that will mean two less renegade cyborgs."
The other man finished what he was eating and leaned towards the other man, "Why can't we just corner them and bring them in to Black Ghost alive so they can be reprogrammed and used to our advantage?" he asked.
"Because," the skinny man started irritably, "If we do that and fail, than the cyborgs will know Black Ghost is behind it. THIS way, if we should fail, they will have no idea that it was all planned. I mean look around; they will probably just figure it was an accident. This place is a death trap as it is."
An evil grin spread across the fat man's face as everything clicked together in his mind, "Goodbye 00 cyborgs."
As they continued walking, the buzz in the back of 003's mind got stronger and stronger. Ignoring it, she chalked it up to lack of sleep and being alone with 009. The longer they walked on though, the more she had to admit she was enjoying herself. 009 was proving to be the best of company and she couldn't remember a time when she had laughed anywhere near this much. It was great to be able to forget her troubles and to just enjoy someone's company for once. The temperature outside was rising steadily as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky and she could hardly wait to get into the shade. She stopped as they walked by a dark and – more importantly – shaded alleyway.
Noticing that she stopped, he also came to a halt and looked back to see what the problem was. When she didn't speak up, he started towards her to see what she was so fixed upon, "What's going on 003?" when all he saw was a dark alley, his brow furrowed in confusion, "It's just an alley . . .what's the big deal?"
She turned to him and started to fan herself, "Oh it's just that it's so hot out and this alley is the only shade for a great while and I'm positive it leads back to the main road, in fact it's probably a lot shorter than the way we're planning on walking anyway."
Stepping back a little he studied his surroundings, "Gee 003, I don't know, it doesn't look very safe," truth be told, this alley gave him the creeps, something about it just didn't feel right. But only when her pleading eyes locked with his did he know he was unable to deny her anything that she truly wanted, " . . .but I guess we can go this way."
Her eyes lit up at his words and, not thinking, she jumped up to hug him, throwing her arms around his neck. His eyes flew open as he let his arms encircle her. As she drew back, a warm blush spread over her features as she realized what she had done. He smiled; forgetting the eerie vibes completely at her touch, and with a new confidence, took her hand and started down the alley.
As they walked on, he was surprised that she didn't shy away from him. Her hand was soft and warm and he felt like he could hold it forever. Little did he know that she felt the same way, yet the gesture was so innocent he was convinced that she found it only friendly. Despite being completely entranced by her touch, a sense of dread grew on him with every step. He had managed to ignore it but as they started past an old abandoned construction site, the feeling doubled and pulled at his mind. Trying to shake it off, he walked on, only stopping when he heard a noise, sort of like metal scraping against metal. His head shot up, only to see a large metal beam hurtling off the top off a building and right towards 003.
To Be Continued . . .