Disclaimer: I don't own Cyborg Soldier 009. It is owned by Shotaro Ishinomori (or whatever his real name is), TV Tokyo, and some very rich people.
Warning: Minor spoilers for later episodes.
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RISING SUN: Chapter VII
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"What is your mission?"
Looking out through the spinning rings, she focused her green eyes on the figure in the shadows. "To find the rogue cyborgs."
"And what must you do?"
Tightening her hands on the cold metal arm of the chair, her eyes glowed a bright green. "I must kill them."
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Bolting up from the bed, Bina breathed heavily as the remnants of the dream lingered in her mind. Eyes wide, she continued to stare down at the blankets, sweat pouring down her face, soaking her shirt. Sighing, she pulled her knees up and rested an elbow on it, placing her hand on her forehead and closing her eyes.
"Bina?" a sleepy voice asked from beside her.
Eyes snapping open again, the blonde looked to her right to see Albert sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "A-Albert?"
"Are you okay?"
"What are you doing?"
"Huh?" Blinking, he suddenly blushed as he realized he had been sleeping with her. "Oh, I'm sorry! It's just that, well…sorry?"
Bina giggled. "Did I grab you when I was falling asleep?"
"You sure have a strong grip," Albert muttered. "Wait, how did you know?"
Looking away in embarrassment, she replied, "Well, Helen said that when I sleep, I would grab onto my teddy bear so tightly that not even the four of them put together could pry it away." Giggling again, she continued, "She wanted to wash my bear but she couldn't get it out of my grip."
Smiling, Albert nodded. "So you used me as your replacement teddy bear?"
Bina blushed and murmured, "Sorry."
"No worries."
The two lapsed into an awkward silence, neither willing to look each other in the eyes. A knock on the door startled both of them.
"Yo, Bina!" came the voice of the American. "It's breakfast!"
Albert blinked. "It's morning?"
The two looked out the window to see that the sun was indeed rising.
"Did I just hear 004's voice?"
The two inside the room looked at each other, then scrambled out of bed.
"Oh, 004!" the man outside sang. "I'm coming in!"
Albert and Bina stared at each other in shock. As the door knob turned, they ran into the door to stop 002's advances.
"Aw," Jet cooed. "I know you're in there, 004!"
"No, he isn't," Bina answered. "I think you must have heard…the wind."
The cyborg outside snickered. "Nice try. Then why aren't you letting me in?"
"Because I'm not decent!"
"Yeah," the other man replied. "I bet neither is 004!"
Albert suddenly pulled open the door, throwing Bina backward and causing Jet to look up momentarily surprised before his face contorted into a smug grin.
"Hah! I knew—"
Jet stopped when Albert pointed his hand gun (literally) at the American.
"Now, now, Albert," the cyborg said, surrendering with his two hands up, "no need to get violent."
"You have 5 seconds. 5…"
"Oh come on, 004, no need to get so defensive!"
"4…"
"I was just kidding!"
"3…"
Jet backed up against the wall, gulping at the deadly glint in the other man's eyes.
"2…"
"Um…haha?"
"1…"
"AH!!!" Jet ran through the hall and down the stairs as bullets flew past his head. "I'M SORRY!!!"
But Albert just ignored him as he ran after the other cyborg, hand still aimed at the American's head and bullets flying out of his fingertips.
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The female cyborg snapped her eyes open at the sound of bullets. When she tried to sit up, she found that something was holding her around the waist and keeping her in place. She started to panic, until she heard the familiar masculine voice.
"You're finally awake."
Françoise turned onto her other side so that she was facing him. "Did they wake you too?"
"No, I've been up for awhile," Joe replied, eyes still closed. "They were pretty loud though, yelling at each other up there. I wish I had your super hearing—then I could hear what 002 said that angered 004." Cracking open one eye, he grinned.
The French swatted her boyfriend. "You eavesdrop on other people? Tsk."
"Hey, don't tell me you don't do it."
"I don't! Well, sometimes." At his triumphant look, Françoise continued, "but it's only on accident! Really!"
"If you say so," he murmured, kissing her softly on the forehead.
"I don't like you," she pouted.
"I know. You love me."
Rolling her eyes, Françoise sighed. "Yes, fortunately for you." Then suddenly realizing where she was, she looked questioningly at Joe. "Weren't we in Helen's room last night?"
"Ah, but you were asleep when Jet came to relieve us, so being the gentleman I was," Joe winked at her, "I decided to let you sleep and carried you up here all by myself." He grinned childishly.
"Yes, and if you were truly a gentleman, you would not have taken advantage of a sleeping woman and crept into bed with her," Françoise teased.
"Oh, you found me out," Joe sighed in defeat. "I'm a bad boy—I'm sorry." Getting up, he removed his arms from around her and slipped out of the bed. "Then to make up for my insolence, I will take my leave now."
Françoise stared at him, ready to tell him to come back. But as the cyborg leader opened the door and walked out of the room, he was tackled across the hall and onto the floor by a cyborg on jets.
"Joe!" The female leapt out of bed and into the hallway, only to run into Albert, sending both of them into the wall. "Itai…"
"003! I'm sorry!" Albert apologized, steadying the both of them. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, thanks," she replied, smiling. But the smile turned upside down, and she frowned at him while stabbing at his chest with her finger. "And what are you thinking running around the house and shooting at random things—or should I say 002—and waking the entire household?"
"Well…he…I…" the silver-haired cyborg stuttered, frightened by her sudden mood change.
"What, is it that time of month, 003?"
She turned flaming eyes toward the American and stomped towards him. "What did you say?"
"I said…" Jet stopped as he finally looked up only to come face-to-face with an angry woman. "Um…is that a dime on your blouse?"
"Ne?!"
"NO! I mean…uh…is it tie to shut my mouth?"
"Good," she growled, before stomping back to her room. "And I expect this place to be silent until everyone has had their coffee, understood?"
"You mean until you've had your coffee," Jet muttered.
"Excuse me, monsieur?"
"Eh, we all love coffee!"
With one last glare at Albert and Jet, Françoise slammed the door to her room.
"That was…scary," Joe said, staring at the closed door.
"I'll say," Jet commented. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
"But she's usually so cheerful in the morning," Albert said.
Joe shrugged his shoulders. "She's just worried about Helen, and Bina."
"Speaking of Bina," Jet began, looking slyly at the other cyborg.
"002, I'm warning you," the other growled.
"Eh?" Joe looked between the two in confusion.
"Well, 004 here…"
The said cyborg pointed his gun hand at the speaker.
"Now, now, remember what 003 said…"
Growling, he put his hand down, but his eyes promised painful murder if the other dared continue.
The other raised his hands in surrender. "Tch, fine. But I think you should tell 003 that breakfast is ready. She definitely needs her coffee."
"I heard that!"
Jet's eyes widened and then he slapped his forehead. "I forgot she had really good hearing. Maybe we should have Dr. Gilmore remove that ability of hers."
"I heart that too!"
The American banged his head against the wall several times. "Shut your mouth, Jet," he reprimanded himself.
Albert rolled his eyes. "Baka."
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Jet eyed the French woman wearily throughout breakfast, his jets ready to activate at any second. Unfortunately, he was so nervous that he accidentally sent himself flying into the kitchen door and then through the window when Bina suddenly stood up, knocking her chair over.
Everyone stared as the smoke from Jet's boots filled the room, before turning their attention to the girl, only to find that she was running down to the laboratory.
"Bina? What's wrong?" Albert called, running after her, followed by the rest of the group.
The group crowded through the small entrance to the lab, only to stare in shock and happiness.
"Helen!" Joe said, rushing forward at once.
"009, wait!" Dr. Gilmore warned, causing the young cyborg to stop.
"Don't worry," Bina assured them, smiling as she took her sister's hands. "She has her memories back."
"Gomen, minna!" Helen apologized, bowing her head. "I'm sorry if I hurt any of you!"
Joe stepped forward, smiling warmly as he took one of Helen's hands in his larger one. "Don't worry, Helen. We understand."
Raising her eyes to look into his, she smiled shyly before nodding. "Arigatou, 009, demo…I'm still very sorry."
"Ne, you look uncomfortable in that outfit," Bina commented, looking over her sister's white gown. "Let's get you cleaned and changed."
"Yes, that would be a good idea," Dr. Gilmore commented. "003, if you could be so kind as to lend her hand?"
Françoise smiled politely. "Of course. Come on Helen, I'll get you something nice to wear."
"I think purple will bring out the color in her eyes," Joe advised French.
But Françoise simply walked out, completely ignoring her boyfriend. The other two girls followed, talking animatedly.
"Man, 003's more pissed off than I thought," Jet finally said when he was sure she couldn't hear him. As they walked back upstairs, he looked at a smiling Joe and nudged him in the ribs. "What are you smiling about? Didn't you notice 003 was pissed?"
"Mmm."
"I mean, she's already had her coffee, so I expected her to feel better."
"Hmmm."
"And plus, wasn't she worried about Helen before? So now that Helen's up, she should be feeling better."
"Mm-hmm."
"And I must say, 003 is quite the kisser, especially in bed."
"Uh-huh."
The Italian-American blinked as Joe just plopped down at the couch and leaned back. Eye twitching, Jet finally walked up to the Japanese and slapped him in the back of the head.
"Ow! What did you do that for, 002?! It's not my fault Françoise is mad at you!"
"Tch. You weren't even paying attention to me when I was talking about her."
Joe narrowed his eyes. "What did you do to her?"
The pointy-haired cyborg raised his hands in exasperation. "What makes you think I did something to her?" Before the other cyborg to retort, Jet continued. "Besides, you were too busy daydreaming about sleeping beauty to even notice your girlfriend."
Joe looked confused. "Sleeping beauty?"
Jet slapped his forehead in frustration. "Helen?"
"What about her?"
"0..0..9…" he hissed, but then calming down and taking deep breaths. "You were too busy fussing over Helen to notice that you were hurting 003."
"What are you talking about? She's fine," Joe replied. "Besides, why shouldn't I be worried over Helen?"
"009," the other interrupted, "sometimes, you are just so hopeless."
Without waiting for a reply, Jet walked off, leaving a confused cyborg on the couch.
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"A liar should have a good memory." –Quintilian.
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No, I haven't been kidnapped by Black Ghost and I did have access to a computer (actually a laptop)…although my cockatiel keeps taking apart the keys, and she kind of chewed up the mouse cord (she has free reign over my desk). ^.~ But I forgot the plot of the story, so I kind of made up a new one over winter recess (which I'm pretty sure is similar to my first plot). And I know I really should write down my ideas, but I'm so lazy (I'm sure you all know that already). But this time, I've made sure to jot down the main points of my plot. And don't expect fast updates either, because I'm over the Cyborg 009 craze, so I don't have much inspiration to write this story anymore. However, I am trying really hard to finish this story while making it worthwhile, so I hope you guys can be patient with me. Thanks!
This chapter was more of a filler to move along to the actual plot (which still needs some fine-tuning). And please excuse any grammar, spelling, or errors of any sort in this chapter. I'm too tired to go back and make correct the last half (I already went through the first half, but I'm pretty sure there's still some mistakes). But when I have the time…and patience…I will come back to revise this chapter, make it cleaner and hopefully more exciting. ^^
By the way, anyone know what Helen's eye color is? I wrote this stuff down before, and my notes say purple, but I'm not sure. And I do remember that while I was watching the Helen episodes, I was having a hard time figuring out their eyes colors (and who was who because they look so alike…well, they are quintets). So I'm sorry if that purple eye information was incorrect. Although I am fairly sure that Bina has green eyes. Right?
No thanks to my reviewers this time, sorry! I haven't updated in such a long time that I am a little behind on the reviews, so if I did write out notes, it'd take up half the story. Hehe. But thank you everyone who reviewed—you really do give me the inspiration (and an obligation) to finish the story, and especially thank you for your very endurable patience (hmm…I don't think that was grammatically correct). I love you all! *hugs and kisses*