Again, so sorry for the wait, but unimportant things like school and friends get in the way. Can you hear the sarcasm? I sure can...

Cybersix isn't mine. Neither is Little Shop of Horrors. There. I said it. I'm not doing it again.

Lucas blinked. And blinked. And blinked. How could she be here? Didn't she die in that explosion?

"Cybersix, shouldn't you be dead?" Lucas whispered, "I'm glad you're alright, but, what are you doing here? Like this?" He really was glad to see her. But he was also very confused. This didn't make any sense. Obviously not noticing Cybersix pulling him into the hall, Lucas dimly stared straight ahead as he pondered her existence.

"Lucas. Lucas!" Cybersix shouted, trying to get his attention. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if there's anyone home. When Lucas finally returned, Cybersix looked at him almost menacingly. "Lucas, shut up. Stop calling me Cybersix! My name is Cynthia Riley! I know you're confused, but I can't explain. Not here. Meet me at my place after school. I'll explain everything." With a last stare, Cybersix walked back into the teacher's lounge. It was almost time for class.

Data 7 stared down at the market. He didn't want to go and scare all those people, but he was SOOO HUNGRY. In the middle of the debate he was having with himself, he heard the school bell ring. Great! Cybersix will be home soon! She can feed me! With that, Data 7 hurried home, hoping Cybersix would do the same.

Cybersix hurried home, Lucas in tow. He refused to shut up about her and what happened, so they were forced to rush. Practically knocking her door in, Cybersix entered the apartment.

"Cybersix, I'm HUNGRY! Will you make me some food?" Data 7 asked as he sauntered into the room. Cybersix felt Lucas jump as he stood behind her.

"Data 7 can... talk? I don't get it. How?" Lucas was, of course, stumped. Cybersix sighed, and held her forehead with the heel of her hand.

"Lucas, I really don't want to get into details. Not right now. All I can say is that now, I'm human. No more Cybersix, no more Adrian. Just me, Cynthia. And, yes, Data 7 can talk. Unfortunately." It was rude. Cybersix new this, and yet she didn't care. She was just so tired... and her head was throbbing. She only wanted to lie down, by herself, of course. Since this obviously wasn't going to happen anytime soon, Cybersix went and flopped down on her bed, not even attempting sleep.

"CYBERSIX!!!" She heard the whine. Taking off her shoe, she threw it at Data 7.

"Go away. I hurt. Get your own food. Why are you so hungry, anyway?"

Data 7 grinned inwardly at Cybersix's question. If only she knew... ha ha, she has no idea. She'll never know. How could she. It's not like I talk about anything other than being hungry... speaking of which...

"CYBERSIX! Feed me! Don't make me sing that song from Little Shop of Horrors! I know you hate that song! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me, Seymour!"

"ALRIGHT! I'll feed you! Just please, be quiet!" He had reduced his sister to begging. True, it was for peace and quiet, and for him to shut up, but it was still begging. Fun times. Suddenly, Data 7 noticed Lucas. Has he been there the entire time? Poor boy... he's too stupid to realise he can come sit down.

"Hi Lucas!" Data 7 said cheerily, being careful to cover up any trace of a potential diabolical plot in his voice, "How'z it goin', eh?" He hoped no one would notice him practising his Canadian. It might give something away. That would be awful.

"Oh! Hi, um... Hi Data 7! It's going ok... why are you talking like that? You sound a little funny." Indeed, Lucas had noticed. But he didn't really realise...

"Ever since he's been able to talk, he's been playing around with funny accents. He likes to use Canadian, British, French, and Swiss accents. I'm not sure why. But, it gets a little annoying." Cybersix had just walked back in from the kitchen, sandwich for her chatterbox of a brother in tow. She immediately returned to the bed. Cybersix... bed... This was too much for Lucas' brain to handle.

Before anyone says anything, I have nothing against Canadians. Actually, I am one, and darn proud of it. I actually find a lot of Canadian jokes kind of funny. Don't be offended. I'm not, and it's toward my country. Leave it alone!

And as for the funny accents bit, it has nothing to do with the accents themselves sounding funny. It's supposed to imply that Data 7 is so bad at these accents that they sound funny to everyone else.

I finished this one off in a state of extreme fatigue. Sorry-nesses.