0014 sat in her
room, absent-mindedly doodling in her sketchbook. It had been only a
month since she had teamed up with the other 00 cyborgs, yet she felt right at
home. It was strange…she had thought it would take years for her to completely
trust them, but it had only taken weeks. She looked to see what she
had been sketching, only to receive a huge shock. She was staring
down at 004’s face. Why did she draw him? She didn’t feel
anything but friendship for him…right? Just then, someone rapped on
the door. 0014 jumped three feet in the air and snapped her
sketchbook shut. “C- Come in!” She stammered. 004
walked in and she felt heat creeping up her neck. “Damn…Why am I
blushing?” She franticly thought.
“Hey 0014. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You looked
pretty down today.” He walked over and sat next to her on the bed. 0014
was silent a moment.
“It’s nothing. Just today would have been Michel’s birthday.”
“Ah…” They fell silent. “So…what are you doing?” 004
asked, eyeing the sketchbook. She shrugged.
“Nothing much, just drawing.” Please don’t ask to
see them…
“Can I see them?” Damn.
“Sure.” She reluctantly handed over her book and 004 leafed through the
pages. Most of the pages were of natural things, plants and animals,
with a few sketches of Michel. At one point she had even drawn her
ray gun and several other machines.
“These are really good. I didn’t expect you to be such an artist.”
“Most people wouldn’t associate something as tame as art with the leader of
a gang. In fact, no one in my own gang knew about it.” By
now 004 had gotten to the drawing of himself. He laughed.
“So your going to draw the crew now, are you?” he asked. 0014 saw
an escape fro the embarrassing situation.
“Yeah…you are all such unique people, I thought it would be interesting to
see you guys on paper.”
“Hmmm…we’re ‘unique’ huh?” He said, a smile playing about his lips.
“Yep. Every person here has a very different background and personality. It’s
amazing that you can all work together.” She explained.
“Well it certainly isn’t easy, and we do have some conflicting
personalities” He, of course, was speaking of himself and 002. They
momentarily lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. “Well…it does
seem that you are beginning to trust us. Why is that?” 004
tentatively asked her. She sighed.
“For some time now…I’ve been able to see a person’s ‘heart’. I
don’t really know how to explain it…but I guess you could call it being a
physic.” She shrugged. “Each emotion has a different
color that I can see. Black is ‘evil’ or ‘deceitful’, which I
haven’t seen in anyone here.” She shrugged again. “That’s
all I guess. You all have good intentions.”
“You said you can see emotions…what do you see when you look at me?” 004
asked softly. 0014 turned her gaze on him, focusing.
“I see…covering you is a happy yellow, swirling with a calm light blue. But
if I look harder…” She concentrated more. “Deep under…I can see a dark
blue sea…of sadness…You hide it so well…No one else knows, because no one
else can see your suffering…but I can…” She could feel her eyes
start to well up with tears as she saw all of his pain.
“Nothing escapes your eyes…” Was all he said. They sat in
silence, each lost in their own thoughts. 004 finally broke the
silence. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your drawing.” He
got up, “Ill tell you when dinner’s ready.”
“Okay! I’ll see you later” 0014 replied as 004 walked out the
door. 0014 sighed and looked out her window at the dark blue water
that surrounded the submarine. As she looked out at it…all she
could think of was the sea of pain that she had seen in oo4. The deep
water seamed like a cage, surrounding her, trapping her here…here with him. She
turned away and tried to draw one of the other crewmembers, but ended up drawing
004 again. She ripped the page out and tried again. It
didn’t take her long to realize that he was all she could draw. She
was soon surrounded by torn pages with his beautiful, intriguing eyes staring up
at her. “Why?” She whispered, “Why
is it that I can only draw him?” She punched the wall. “Why
is it whenever I close my eyes…I see him? And whenever I’m near
him…all I want to do is make him smile?” She started to cry tears
of frustration. She walked over to the punching bag she had placed in
the corner of the room. She proceeded in beating the crap out of it,
muttering “Why?” over and over again. She had just lost the love
of her life…was she so shallow to fall in love again so quickly? Was
this only a coincidence? Or was this all meant to happen? She sank to
the floor, drained of frustration. Now she only felt numb. There
was a knock at the door.
“Can I come in?” 002’s voice sounded fro the other side of the door.
“One minute!” 0014 called, gathering up all of the ripped
pictures and stuffing them in a drawer. She then went and opened he
door. “Yes?” she asked.
“I heard some banging, and just anted to make sure you were alright.” 002
explained. 0014 looked down the hall to see if anyone else was there. No
one was. She pulled 002 into the room.
“Can you keep a secret?” She asked.
“Well that depends on how important it is, and what the consequences are if
tell.”
“It’s really big…and if you were to tell anyone…I’d have to bite your
head off.” 002 let out a low whistle.
“That’s pretty big…let’s here it.” 014 sighed. Where to
begin?
“Well, you know how I recently lost a fiancée, right?” 002
nodded, “But I’m falling in love again, does that make me an awful
person?” She blurted out. 002 was quiet for a moment.
“I don’t think it makes you a bad person…I just think fate is giving you a
second chance.” He shrugged. “I’m just glad it’s not me.”
“How do you know?” 0014 asked, puzzled.
“Well, because you wouldn’t be telling me!” He laughed. 0014
did too.
“Good logic. And you’re right, it’s not you.” She said once
the gales had subsided. “Actually I’ve started to think of you as
a little brother.” 002 laughed.
“That’s funny, because I’ve started to think of you as a big sister!”
They looked at each other and burst out laughing again. 0014 was
starting to realize the real reason she was so trusting of these people. They
made her feel like she belonged. Like family.
