((blinks, bows)) I know, I know! Only a few are multi-chaptered stories, but those are HARD to write! We actually have to be coherent during them! But in any case, here is another one-shot for you. We don't own Cyborg 009, please remember that! By the way…which one of us wrote this?

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Open and Close

((takes cover from the spork wielders))

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"3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Some random person on the television screamed. I didn't pay him any attention. I flipped the channel and found some random anime on. Not interested in it, I continued to flip through the channels. New Year's could have been special this year…but it wasn't.

Being a cyborg changes things. I used to love holidays, but now they're a bit monotonous. There's no more fun or anticipation. It seems to me like everything is just one very, very long day. I suppose that what I mean to say is that with the knowledge that you'll live forever, you don't really have much on your immediate to-do list. You can procrastinate for weeks and still have time and energy to get it done.

To say that in a few words, I do not procrastinate, but can now because I'm not human. I also don't like the idea of it. The idea of procrastination, that is, not to confuse you. I like to have things done as soon as I can. But now, I can't even focus my mind enough to pick up the phone and hold a five-minute conversation. I can't dance. Music is all around me, but I can't find any rhythm to it. I can't do anything any more.

I'm flawed. I can open and close my door…but it'll only lead me into a place I don't know. It will make me cry. I'll be worse off than I already am. I won't have the security my home offers me. This is the only place I'm accepted. Others would call me a freak. I know one person...but where is he? He's somewhere, with someone else…and he's forgotten me.

Years have passed, time has gone by, but it feels like yesterday that I saw him last. I miss him. I'd open the door and leave this place for him. Maybe he's the reason I'm still alive, waiting for something from him. Something to bring me back into the world where time could affect me. So I could feel pure emotion again. Where is he?

Oh…that's right…

He's in Japan, miles away, a continent away, a world away from me. He closed the door that connected our lives. He slammed the door shut and broke my heart. He's gone. Gone, to a world I'd never dare enter. Vanished into a stark reality. A reality I can't face.

I can't. I can't open the door and just see his face there. The door will remain closed. Closed until I see him again. When I see Joe Shimamura again…

I won't have to open and close things any longer.

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You're going to find this to be strange…but Mika was out when I wrote this. ((beams)) Correct, I am Sadie. Review or flame, I want to know what you think.