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Second movement
May I start with a little skit? Sure, go ahead! Why thank you!
-darkly lit room with computer screen buzzing. A nerd sitting in front of it-
“Ah…I see. You think you’re so great do you? Well…let’s see about that shall we?”
-Typing-
“You are the worst author on this planet…get off the ff.net website before I-”
“Before you what…”
-Nerd squeals and tries to run-
“Ah no you don’t!” –Grabs by collar of shirt- “what were you doing? Hm?”
“N-nothing!”
-Looks at computer screen-
“It doesn’t look like nothing! Why are you flaming the best damn author on this section Hm? DO YOU HAVE ISSUES? It’s because of people like you that we’re disappearing! UNDERSTAND? Damn…TT-TT People such as GoldenAngel2 and Wildfire_sky05 who published great works…WHY? WHY DO YOU FIND IT FUNNY TO FLAME THEM?”
-Cries- “I won’t do it again…and I’ll tell my friends not to do it!”
“Good…otherwise…” –pulls out dagger- “I’ll rearrange that thing you call a face…”
-Bolts awake- “Huh? –snort- oh…just a beautiful dream of mine…”
…
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
“He can’t know…okay?”
“Best surprise of his life!” G.B yelled in response only to be shushed a moment later. “Oh, right, sorry!”
Françoise sighed. This would be difficult to say the least. The plan was to join Joe first, but then have the others ‘drop by’ for a coffee. Everyone showed up on time (with the exception of Ivan who was basically inanimate for the time being.
“Look!” Everyone looked to where Jet was pointing. “Dude! He’s changed!” he added in seeing Joe’s new attire. A baggy dark brown pair of cargo pants and a maroon shirt added to the surprise.
“Shh…”
Françoise readied herself “Okay, 5 minutes is all you have to wait…then, just come along, make a scene and sit down,” she said leaving the small park they were in. They nodded in agreement before she set off.
Leaving them behind, she climbed up the small path. The café was appropriately named. It was a sea-side restaurant that specialized in Seafood and only a 10 minute drive from Kanazawa, where Joe had been brought up in the Orphanage. The colour scheme of black, dark blue and red worked nicely.
Walking into the shade where the outside tables were, she smiled as he finally noticed her and waved. She waved back and wound through the tables and took a seat opposite him.
“Hi Joe!” she said with a wide smile taking her sunglasses off.
“Hey,” he replied sounding awful…her next question.
“Are you alright? You look like you haven’t slept in days!” she exclaimed seeing the black bags under his eyes.
“Close enough…3 days. They’ve had me on double shifts,” he said running a hand through the hair that covered his face. He never told her who ‘they’ were. But just the people that he worked for. Constantly they had him on night, then day shifts multiple times. It took its toll on him too.
“Coffee?”
“Huh?”
“I asked if you wanted coffee?” he said with a somewhat amused smile.
“Uh, just a tea thanks.” He nodded and stood up, not bothering to push his seat back in. That was the first time he’d smiled at her like that in awhile. Last time was about a week before he’d left/disappeared. It was strange not seeing him smile with the same amount of energy anymore.
“Hey! Ow! Don’t do that Al!”
Looking up she saw the small group making their way over to the restaurant. Had 5 minutes really gone by so fast? But, Joe beat them to it and sat down with the two white mugs in his hands. “I got you two sugars.”
“You remembered?”
“Yeah…why?”
She shook her head. At least not everything about him had changed. It was then the extraordinarily strong smell caught in her nose. “How much coffee is in that?!” she asked quiet surprise at its aroma.
“Something like the equivalent of 5 cups. I need it; I have a shift in--- 3 hours.” He paused briefly to look down at his watch.
“Again? Then why aren’t you home sleeping?” she asked, quickly darting her eyes over to see them dawdling.
“Cause, this is the last opportunity I get to see you for another two weeks, after that; I’m flat out for that time. But I do get 5 weeks rest afterwards.”
“You work too hard…” she said in a low tone taking a sip of her tea.
“Or do you just work too little?” he said tilting his head to the side with a soft smile.
“Hey! That’s not nice!” she whined making him laugh.
“Well, at least you haven’t changed…I can’t say the same for me though,” he said, his look changing to a sullen, sad one.
“Why have you-”
“No way! Joe is that you!” Both looking up, G.B rushed over and brought their former team leader into a crushing embrace. “How we’ve missed you!”
“We?” she could hear the dread in his voice.
“Yo,” Albert said waving slightly. Joe looked over all of them.
“You’re…all here?” he asked trying to smile and look happy to see them.
“Sure are,” Chang cut in.
“Mind if we sit and chat with you?” Pyunma asked. Before Joe could even get a word in, they’d all pulled seats up around the small table. Giving Françoise a ‘desperate plea’ look, he sighed and gave in. They were there, and he had to talk to them.
Chattering in between themselves, Joe caught glimpses of their conversations. Albert had been all over the small villages in Germany, Chang’s restaurant had taken off. Jet was bragging at how many girls he’d ‘nailed’ and G. Junior was talking…well…he was hardly even talking.
“So, Joe, where have you been all this time?”
Everyone fell silent and looked at Jet, who randomly asked the question. “Working.” Was he quick reply, intertwining his fingers and making a cradle for his chin to rest on. Jet nodded slowly while the others looked at each other.
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh c’mon! that can’t be all!” The conversation between Jet and Joe was going down fast along with Joe’s caffeine-inducing-coma-like coffee. “Where have you been…Here?”
“Yes.”
“At this restaurant?”
“No. In Japan…”
“Oh…oh! I get it! …so…”
“What is it?”
“Just tell us what happened to you!” Jet yelled finally. Joe sighed, closed his eyes and let his head become off kilter. “We’re dying to know where you where for the whole good year!”
Snapping his eyes open, he quickly looked at Françoise before standing. “I really need to go. As much as I would like to answer your question, I have to go get ready for my next shift…good bye,” he said quickly making his way to the other side of the café.
Jet grunted and quickly ran after him. The others stood and followed him. “Joe! Get back here you cowardly bastard!” Jet yelled.
Walking straight ahead at a normal pace, Joe ignored his insult. Running fast and catching up to him shortly, Jet reached out and grabbed his arm “Why won’t you let us back in your life!” he yelled at the brunette.
In one swift movement, faster than Jet could comprehend, Joe had hit him. Hard. And now had him by the collar of his shirt.
“I work hard, everyday so they don’t find us and kill you for the same reason why you’re alive today. So I suggest that you stay out of my life! I will not have your blood on my hands!” he hissed dropping the American shortly afterwards. Grunting, Joe took one step before disappearing.
Running a hand over his face where Joe had hit him, he pulled his hand away to see crimson staining it. “What the hell?” Jet whispered to himself, unaware of the others running up to him.
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
The soft cello music played in the background while he slowly made his way into the building. Why was the world against him? Oh yeah, it was never on his side to begin with! And that’s what annoyed him to no extent. Burned, arrested, died, resurrected, captured, freed, near death, freedom, captured, freedom, hurt…
Sighing, he knew it was a vicious cycle that couldn’t be broken without help, and he just hurt the only people that could help him so that they could continue living undisturbed with everyone else just like them. His pain was for them, but not that they’d know that.
Ever.
But that was the point of his job. To remain unknown, unseen, in the shadows, but at the same time, become known and feared, be seen by his enemies, and always to be your shadow.
He owed them a great debt. He owed her a great debt. And so, he worked to protect others like himself from the people working to vanquish the last of Black Ghost.
Sitting down at his desk, he opened a yellow file filler, pages neatly stapled in the top left hand corner. Scanning it over quickly, little sections caught his attention, while others just board him and were not necessary. One new recruit in the field of computer technology, one new sergeant in command of field work, and another cyborg found. More branches destroyed…
Six dead.
Was this really the price they had to pay?
Sighing, the brunette switched on his computer, the music from the headphones still loud and strong. His ruby eyes quickly scanned over the new information once more before entering into the computer.
“Those…dead…”
Saying out loud, he confirmed with himself that it was indeed true. They were dead. Most likely people he had trained with. If their was one thing…no…three things that he could have his family return; the people who he’d fought alongside, those he’d trained with…the people who took him into the company that he now worked for…just to have them back. Along with the people who he’d faced and defeated Black Ghost with…
His second, awful, selfish, and unlike him; to have BGK wiped off the face of the planet! Sure, they destroyed Black Ghost bases but they also killed the experiments, cyborgs and scientists. Damn them all! Frowning, he scolded himself for being so horrible towards his fellow man. Yes, even though a cyborg made of bolts and wires he was still a man. And lastly…
He wanted her…
but, he couldn’t have her…An unexpected smirk crept its way across his face suddenly however “Well, only for now.”
Then, his phone rang in his pocket.
“Hello, Shimumora.”
“Joe? I-it’s me…”
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
Françoise paced her apartment continuously. She could have run a hole into the floor by now, and she knew her manager wouldn’t like that.
Biting her lip, she looked over at the phone.
Why?
Why had he hit Jet like that?
He’s never done that before! Something had to be wrong; otherwise he would’ve told them all by now if something were. Would he? Yes! He would! But what was he going to tell her before the others came along? Cursing to herself for a backfiring plan, she bit her thumbnail.
Was he in trouble?
‘Call him’
No…she couldn’t. He needed to cool down…
‘Call him…’
No
‘Call him!’
Reaching for her phone, she looked around frantically on her desk. After retrieving the small, very important piece of paper, she hastily dialed the number with clumsy fingers. Once again cursing to herself, she hung up the phone after dialing the wrong number and took a deep breath.
She needed to be composed if she was going to talk to him.
Dialing the number slower this time, she held the wireless phone to her ear. It took it’s time connecting to the phone she wanted, but when it did, it started ringing.
What would she say?
Hanging up, she threw it onto the cream sofa. What would she say? How would she confront him about what he did to Jet? But she was partly to blame for what happened. If she hadn’t invited them along, Joe wouldn’t have lost his temper with him. And how would she pick up the conversation from where it left off?
Throwing a small fit by stomping her foot on the ground, Françoise racked her brain for answers. Then, it hit her.
The flirt card…
Picking up the phone, she pressed redial and held the phone back up to her ear. It started ringing again, this time, she knew what to say.
“Hello, Shimumora.”
“Joe? I-it’s me…”
“Oh…”
“Joe? A-are you still there?”
“Hi Françoise…I…know what you’re calling about…”
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
-darkly lit room with computer screen buzzing. A nerd sitting in front of it-
“Ah…I see. You think you’re so great do you? Well…let’s see about that shall we?”
-Typing-
“You are the worst author on this planet…get off the ff.net website before I-”
“Before you what…”
-Nerd squeals and tries to run-
“Ah no you don’t!” –Grabs by collar of shirt- “what were you doing? Hm?”
“N-nothing!”
-Looks at computer screen-
“It doesn’t look like nothing! Why are you flaming the best damn author on this section Hm? DO YOU HAVE ISSUES? It’s because of people like you that we’re disappearing! UNDERSTAND? Damn…TT-TT People such as GoldenAngel2 and Wildfire_sky05 who published great works…WHY? WHY DO YOU FIND IT FUNNY TO FLAME THEM?”
-Cries- “I won’t do it again…and I’ll tell my friends not to do it!”
“Good…otherwise…” –pulls out dagger- “I’ll rearrange that thing you call a face…”
-Bolts awake- “Huh? –snort- oh…just a beautiful dream of mine…”
…
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
“He can’t know…okay?”
“Best surprise of his life!” G.B yelled in response only to be shushed a moment later. “Oh, right, sorry!”
Françoise sighed. This would be difficult to say the least. The plan was to join Joe first, but then have the others ‘drop by’ for a coffee. Everyone showed up on time (with the exception of Ivan who was basically inanimate for the time being.
“Look!” Everyone looked to where Jet was pointing. “Dude! He’s changed!” he added in seeing Joe’s new attire. A baggy dark brown pair of cargo pants and a maroon shirt added to the surprise.
“Shh…”
Françoise readied herself “Okay, 5 minutes is all you have to wait…then, just come along, make a scene and sit down,” she said leaving the small park they were in. They nodded in agreement before she set off.
Leaving them behind, she climbed up the small path. The café was appropriately named. It was a sea-side restaurant that specialized in Seafood and only a 10 minute drive from Kanazawa, where Joe had been brought up in the Orphanage. The colour scheme of black, dark blue and red worked nicely.
Walking into the shade where the outside tables were, she smiled as he finally noticed her and waved. She waved back and wound through the tables and took a seat opposite him.
“Hi Joe!” she said with a wide smile taking her sunglasses off.
“Hey,” he replied sounding awful…her next question.
“Are you alright? You look like you haven’t slept in days!” she exclaimed seeing the black bags under his eyes.
“Close enough…3 days. They’ve had me on double shifts,” he said running a hand through the hair that covered his face. He never told her who ‘they’ were. But just the people that he worked for. Constantly they had him on night, then day shifts multiple times. It took its toll on him too.
“Coffee?”
“Huh?”
“I asked if you wanted coffee?” he said with a somewhat amused smile.
“Uh, just a tea thanks.” He nodded and stood up, not bothering to push his seat back in. That was the first time he’d smiled at her like that in awhile. Last time was about a week before he’d left/disappeared. It was strange not seeing him smile with the same amount of energy anymore.
“Hey! Ow! Don’t do that Al!”
Looking up she saw the small group making their way over to the restaurant. Had 5 minutes really gone by so fast? But, Joe beat them to it and sat down with the two white mugs in his hands. “I got you two sugars.”
“You remembered?”
“Yeah…why?”
She shook her head. At least not everything about him had changed. It was then the extraordinarily strong smell caught in her nose. “How much coffee is in that?!” she asked quiet surprise at its aroma.
“Something like the equivalent of 5 cups. I need it; I have a shift in--- 3 hours.” He paused briefly to look down at his watch.
“Again? Then why aren’t you home sleeping?” she asked, quickly darting her eyes over to see them dawdling.
“Cause, this is the last opportunity I get to see you for another two weeks, after that; I’m flat out for that time. But I do get 5 weeks rest afterwards.”
“You work too hard…” she said in a low tone taking a sip of her tea.
“Or do you just work too little?” he said tilting his head to the side with a soft smile.
“Hey! That’s not nice!” she whined making him laugh.
“Well, at least you haven’t changed…I can’t say the same for me though,” he said, his look changing to a sullen, sad one.
“Why have you-”
“No way! Joe is that you!” Both looking up, G.B rushed over and brought their former team leader into a crushing embrace. “How we’ve missed you!”
“We?” she could hear the dread in his voice.
“Yo,” Albert said waving slightly. Joe looked over all of them.
“You’re…all here?” he asked trying to smile and look happy to see them.
“Sure are,” Chang cut in.
“Mind if we sit and chat with you?” Pyunma asked. Before Joe could even get a word in, they’d all pulled seats up around the small table. Giving Françoise a ‘desperate plea’ look, he sighed and gave in. They were there, and he had to talk to them.
Chattering in between themselves, Joe caught glimpses of their conversations. Albert had been all over the small villages in Germany, Chang’s restaurant had taken off. Jet was bragging at how many girls he’d ‘nailed’ and G. Junior was talking…well…he was hardly even talking.
“So, Joe, where have you been all this time?”
Everyone fell silent and looked at Jet, who randomly asked the question. “Working.” Was he quick reply, intertwining his fingers and making a cradle for his chin to rest on. Jet nodded slowly while the others looked at each other.
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh c’mon! that can’t be all!” The conversation between Jet and Joe was going down fast along with Joe’s caffeine-inducing-coma-like coffee. “Where have you been…Here?”
“Yes.”
“At this restaurant?”
“No. In Japan…”
“Oh…oh! I get it! …so…”
“What is it?”
“Just tell us what happened to you!” Jet yelled finally. Joe sighed, closed his eyes and let his head become off kilter. “We’re dying to know where you where for the whole good year!”
Snapping his eyes open, he quickly looked at Françoise before standing. “I really need to go. As much as I would like to answer your question, I have to go get ready for my next shift…good bye,” he said quickly making his way to the other side of the café.
Jet grunted and quickly ran after him. The others stood and followed him. “Joe! Get back here you cowardly bastard!” Jet yelled.
Walking straight ahead at a normal pace, Joe ignored his insult. Running fast and catching up to him shortly, Jet reached out and grabbed his arm “Why won’t you let us back in your life!” he yelled at the brunette.
In one swift movement, faster than Jet could comprehend, Joe had hit him. Hard. And now had him by the collar of his shirt.
“I work hard, everyday so they don’t find us and kill you for the same reason why you’re alive today. So I suggest that you stay out of my life! I will not have your blood on my hands!” he hissed dropping the American shortly afterwards. Grunting, Joe took one step before disappearing.
Running a hand over his face where Joe had hit him, he pulled his hand away to see crimson staining it. “What the hell?” Jet whispered to himself, unaware of the others running up to him.
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
The soft cello music played in the background while he slowly made his way into the building. Why was the world against him? Oh yeah, it was never on his side to begin with! And that’s what annoyed him to no extent. Burned, arrested, died, resurrected, captured, freed, near death, freedom, captured, freedom, hurt…
Sighing, he knew it was a vicious cycle that couldn’t be broken without help, and he just hurt the only people that could help him so that they could continue living undisturbed with everyone else just like them. His pain was for them, but not that they’d know that.
Ever.
But that was the point of his job. To remain unknown, unseen, in the shadows, but at the same time, become known and feared, be seen by his enemies, and always to be your shadow.
He owed them a great debt. He owed her a great debt. And so, he worked to protect others like himself from the people working to vanquish the last of Black Ghost.
Sitting down at his desk, he opened a yellow file filler, pages neatly stapled in the top left hand corner. Scanning it over quickly, little sections caught his attention, while others just board him and were not necessary. One new recruit in the field of computer technology, one new sergeant in command of field work, and another cyborg found. More branches destroyed…
Six dead.
Was this really the price they had to pay?
Sighing, the brunette switched on his computer, the music from the headphones still loud and strong. His ruby eyes quickly scanned over the new information once more before entering into the computer.
“Those…dead…”
Saying out loud, he confirmed with himself that it was indeed true. They were dead. Most likely people he had trained with. If their was one thing…no…three things that he could have his family return; the people who he’d fought alongside, those he’d trained with…the people who took him into the company that he now worked for…just to have them back. Along with the people who he’d faced and defeated Black Ghost with…
His second, awful, selfish, and unlike him; to have BGK wiped off the face of the planet! Sure, they destroyed Black Ghost bases but they also killed the experiments, cyborgs and scientists. Damn them all! Frowning, he scolded himself for being so horrible towards his fellow man. Yes, even though a cyborg made of bolts and wires he was still a man. And lastly…
He wanted her…
but, he couldn’t have her…An unexpected smirk crept its way across his face suddenly however “Well, only for now.”
Then, his phone rang in his pocket.
“Hello, Shimumora.”
“Joe? I-it’s me…”
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
Françoise paced her apartment continuously. She could have run a hole into the floor by now, and she knew her manager wouldn’t like that.
Biting her lip, she looked over at the phone.
Why?
Why had he hit Jet like that?
He’s never done that before! Something had to be wrong; otherwise he would’ve told them all by now if something were. Would he? Yes! He would! But what was he going to tell her before the others came along? Cursing to herself for a backfiring plan, she bit her thumbnail.
Was he in trouble?
‘Call him’
No…she couldn’t. He needed to cool down…
‘Call him…’
No
‘Call him!’
Reaching for her phone, she looked around frantically on her desk. After retrieving the small, very important piece of paper, she hastily dialed the number with clumsy fingers. Once again cursing to herself, she hung up the phone after dialing the wrong number and took a deep breath.
She needed to be composed if she was going to talk to him.
Dialing the number slower this time, she held the wireless phone to her ear. It took it’s time connecting to the phone she wanted, but when it did, it started ringing.
What would she say?
Hanging up, she threw it onto the cream sofa. What would she say? How would she confront him about what he did to Jet? But she was partly to blame for what happened. If she hadn’t invited them along, Joe wouldn’t have lost his temper with him. And how would she pick up the conversation from where it left off?
Throwing a small fit by stomping her foot on the ground, Françoise racked her brain for answers. Then, it hit her.
The flirt card…
Picking up the phone, she pressed redial and held the phone back up to her ear. It started ringing again, this time, she knew what to say.
“Hello, Shimumora.”
“Joe? I-it’s me…”
“Oh…”
“Joe? A-are you still there?”
“Hi Françoise…I…know what you’re calling about…”
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O