Disclaimer: I do not own 009 Cyborg or its character, that right belongs to Shotaro Ishinomori. Nor do I own Inuyasha or its characters, that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

Author's Notes: If you have not seen the 009 Cyborg Movie than this story might not make any sense to you. But I do hope you read it and enjoy either way.

As the ten of them stood there looking out at sunset over the water of the mysterious city. Each had various thoughts. It was a shock to the system to just suddenly wake up, or appear in some cases, in this place. From what they could glean by sight alone, they were in an area that resembled Venice, Italy. Francois having stated to them all, after arriving with Joe, that this was her safe house. It was leading to more questions that were not asked.

The sun was setting casting its fiery glow across the calm surface of the massive body of water and lighting it up in a manner that was breathtakingly beautiful and yet eerily unsettling. Again nothing that anyone in the group would be speaking up to the state. Though, soon the horizon's blended hues were broken apart as a dark figure appeared, slowly coming towards the group.

They were causing the small group to become wary, tensing up, and reading for something to happen. Since it was odd to see someone was walking on the surface of the water with the sun as their backdrop. But as the minutes ticked on by the figure took on a definitive shape of a small, petite humanoid. Then features were defined as they got closer and closer to the group.

A small gasp escaping Francois' lips as she leaned against Joe, just to speak softly. "It is a girl. Pale skin, black hair, blue eyes. Though she looks almost Japanese in appearance."

This had the group looking at her, seeing her left eye glowed a brilliant green, indicating she was accessing her cyborg abilities. Though they waited as the girl continued towards them, she was eventually stopping a few feet from them.

"Who are you?" Jet Link asked, not even bothering to be subtle.

This had the girl arching an eyebrow as a smile graced her lips. With a slow shake of her head and brief chuckle, she let out an exasperated sigh.

"I do not know which of you had heard the voice. Or which of you decided to speak back… But I am a representative for not just his voice, which is a serious misnomer by the way," she quipped. "It is their voice."

This had the group going stiff before Dr. Gilmore stepped forward, Geronimo Junior following with Ivan in his arms. She was making the girl tilted her head to the side and look at the trio who was taking the lead. The smile on her lips growing wider.

"You… I have seen you before, have I now?" Dr. Gilmore asked.

"Yes. A long time ago, though your mind is trying to rationalize, it is impossible. But then again, Dr. Gilmore, it has been thirty years since you last saw me. And to be frankly honest, each of you has seen me at one point or another in your lives," the girl said. "In fact, some of you have recently seen another herald of 'their voice' as well."

This had a heavy silence hanging over the group as mistrust colored their gazes, which didn't phase the girl standing there on the water before them.

"... I have seen you before… you... You… were with Dr. Kozumi," Dr. Gilmore stated.

The small dip of her head at his words was the only confirmation she gave. At this point, Joe stepped forward, looking down at the girl, for she was seriously on the short side, just barely five foot two inches if he had to guess.

"You said their voice, not his voice. Why?" he asked, letting his blue eyes bore into the girl.

A sweet laugh came from her.

"Ah! Shimamura, Joe. Thanks for cluing me in on who heard his voice," the girl giggled. "And yes, there is more than just 'his' because the world is a big, semi-vast place. Many cultures and ethnic races, no? So, why shouldn't there be more than just his in this whole God is a thing?"

Her words stunned them. Making each of them realize the truth of what she said.

"Does this make you one of them?" Ivan asked.

A frown graced the girl's face before her cheeks puffed out, and she gave a comical snort — hands fisting and settling on her hips.

"Oh fuck no!" she snapped, disgust clear in her voice. "I do not wish to be something exalted. Hell, it is because of their stupid interference I am the way I am. Neither human nor… god. But nor am I something in between either."

This had them all stunned.

"You said you had not seen Dr. Gilmore for thirty years, yet you look to be no more than a sixteen-year-old girl," Pyunma stated.

"You are correct. Thanks to the interference of the voice, my time was stopped because I was put into a situation that I am sure you'd all agree comes straight from a comic or manga. But trust me, it is not. And because there is no such thing as a truly selfless wish, I chose to take on a burden so that history would not you know… repeat itself continuously," she said, tiny hands coming to rest over her heart. "And for it, I have been stuck at my current age, watching as friends come and go. No longer a part of my family because my choice made it, so I was not born in Tokyo, Japan, in July of 1983."

They could all tell from the sadness and pain in her eyes; there was no lie.

"But how do you know the doctor? And his colleague Dr. Kozumi?" Chang asked.

"Oh, that… yeah… having been alive for technically over five hundred yearsmaybedependingonhow look at… I got to see and be a part of history. And met him and Dr. Kozumi, who was my mother's grandfather… haha, Don't ask… please, just don't. And was ordered by the voices to give them the idea for the project. So, the earth could have proper protectors, due to me… making my choice," the girl explained.

It had left them confused when she babbled a whole string of words together. Though they got the gist of it and that she was not happy.

"...Higurashi, Kagome."

The way her eyes widened before she gave a genuinely blinding smile to the group, as Dr. Gilmore stated, her actual name.

"Ah, it is good to hear my actual name. Been a long time," Kagome sighed happily. "I mean living by the title, Shikon no Miko sucks and makes you feel like you are nothing but a title."

This had each of them feeling a bit off balance.

"Let me get this straight, you were born in '83 and are now thirty looking sixteen because of his... No, their voice?" Jet asked, disbelief coloring his voice.

"Yes." was the reply he got.

It was a shock, but it didn't help answer their questions at all, which must have shown because Kagome pouted a bit and looked remorseful all of a sudden.

"Anyways, to why I have come, you all have questions. And I am allowed only to answer one of them for the moment," Kagome stated. "As I said, I do not know which of you shouted at them, but this is the result. A wish granted in a sense."

Joe blinked as he stared at the tiny girl, no woman. He had yelled at 'the voice' while in space before the nuclear missile had been blown up, him along with it. For it had been very disorientating to him when he woke up, alive in a bed in Francois' Safehouse as she put it.

"You mean, I heard?" he asked.

"Yup," she said, popping the p. "Because you were not speaking for yourself, but others. And not just your comrades. It was truly an amazing thing for them to hear someone not being selfish and demanding in their prayers. And that you chastised an unknown voice, or power, for their manners. Which I will call stupidity."

This had the small group chuckling, other than Joe, who was flushing a bit red because they all knew he was that type of person. Not that he was utterly selfless, but he did always think about the bigger picture.

"If that answers that question, I would like to explore this new world. Starting with this city," Kagome said, tilting her head to the side and looking past them with a longing that they all understood in one capacity or another.

Slowly they parted to allow her to pass through. Her steps measured as she did so, pausing by Heinrich. She was looking up at him.

"She is a beautiful woman. And wishes you to live a happy and fulfilling life."

With those words, everyone looked at their companion who gave a rare small, truly happy smile as he watched the woman disappear into the town proper — leaving them alone once more. Though now the sun was setting and the sky was clear, the stars shining like tiny jewels. None of them knew what was being referenced, but they could tell that her words had meant a lot to their friend and comrade — giving him a sense of peace.

THE END!