Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Computer ❯ Chapter Three: A Call and Mystery ( Chapter 3 )
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By: PixieDust291 
Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 402 | Status: Completed
Perfect Computer
Chapter Three: A Call and Mystery
Sora stopped walking and took a seat on a park bench. He had just come from his last class. Doing labs was sometimes very time-consuming, and his mind felt like if it took in one more scrap of information it would explode. He groaned and tilted his aching head back. He was still boggling from what had previously happened with the persocom.
After the persocom had kissed him, Riku, having great timing as usual, had opened the door and proceeded to then point and call out triumphantly, “HA! I knew it. No, don’t try to hide it, you are so gay!”
Sora had immediately kicked him out. The persocom, after he returned to the room, wrapped his arms around Sora’s shoulders and smiled.
Sora had blushed and lightly pushed the persocom away, saying, “Look…um…I don’t know who you are or even where you came from…I just found you in the trash and…oh! Don’t worry, I won’t throw you in the trash…but…can you not do that kind of stuff, please, because…well, it just isn’t done. I mean, we’re both guys.”
The persocom had made no objection or sound. The blond merely stared at him for the longest time, then nodded and walked out of the room. Sora had worried that he may have hurt the blond’s feelings, but upon peeking around the corner he saw him making himself a makeshift bed on the couch.
Sora looked around the park in an attempt to concentrate on something else other than his problems. The park was beautiful, large, with a playground and field for sports. It was mid-fall and the trees were beginning to turn their vibrant autumn colors. Crimson, gold, orange, and brown all melted together in a calming rainbow that rustled gently in the breeze. Children played on the monkey bars and swings. Sora could hear the laughter of both young and old as some of the kids drew up enough courage to go down the tall slide. The air was so cool that the children’s breaths came out in white puffs of steam.
Sora smiled to himself, and reluctantly went back to his thoughts. He really didn’t know what to do with the persocom. He thought all persocoms were supposed to immediately, once activated, be able to perform all functions at their owner’s command and, if owner requested it, then and only then would they show sexual behaviors. His persocom seemed to be unable to even speak, and it was acting like they were a couple.
The memory of how the blond had looked crawling across the floor before he kissed him flashed in Sora’s mind, and he blushed and shook his head. Why did that keep happening? God, he wasn’t gay! He had been Riku’s friend for years and had never once imagined him as anything more then a friend. He hadn’t even blushed when he and Riku bathed together. Sora sank his face in his hands. How could his life become so complicated?
Sora was startled from his wondering and self-pity when a rather loud chiming noise came from under the bench. He rose and leaned down. There, underneath, was a red cell phone buzzing and screeching up a storm. Was that ring tone…Ten Rounds with José Cuervo? Sora grabbed the phone and flipped it open.
“Hello?”
“Hey! Thank heavens! Don‘t know what I’d have done if I’d lost it! Um…oh, anyway, thanks for picking it up. Will you meet me?” The voice on the other end was male and sounded young.
“Um…sure. Where would you like to meet?”
“Do you know the bar The Drunken Moogle?”
“Sure I do. I work there.”
“Really? Well, that’s awesome. I’ll meet you there in about an hour. Hey, can I get a free drink?”
“I don’t work at the bar. I’m a waiter.”
“Oh well, worth a try.”
With that, the man hung up. Sora stared at the blue screen on the cell phone in utter confusion. How the hell had the guy called him if what Sora was holding in his hand was the guy’s cell? Sora shook his head and looked at his watch. He really didn’t start work for another two hours…oh well, he’d make a good impression and come in early.
Sora beamed to himself. He was totally enjoying this job, and Tifa kept a regular eye on him from her position at the bar, just to see if he needed any help. His uniform, much to his appreciation, was plain blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He also had an earpiece in his ear that allowed Tifa to warn him when new people arrived, when food was ready, and when customers were ready to leave.
Sora was a little concerned, though. The man from the call had still not shown up or at least made himself known. Sora had grabbed a rag and was buffing tables when he heard a chuckle from behind him. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. A man in about his early twenties with a brown rock star haircut and sunglasses smiled at him.
“Can I help you?” Sora asked.
The man was dressed in black pants and a tight-fitting overcoat that had straps over the chest. “Yes, would you happen to have my cell phone?”
Sora was surprised, but he grinned. “Y-yes, I do.” He fumbled in his pockets.
“Wow! This must be my lucky day! You are such a cutie pie.”
Sora, with retrieved phone held out, blushed. “P-pardon me?”
The man gestured to the seat across from him “Take a seat.”
Sora took a step back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not on break and–”
“Tifa, I’m taking your worker for a minute!” The man called to the bar.
Tifa just turned and rose an eyebrow to him. “Fine, Demyx, but be nice.”
Sora was shocked that his boss had even…done that. He took a seat on the other side of the table. So this man knew Tifa and…his name was Demyx.
Demyx grinned. “Thanks for my phone, by the way. Would you like something to eat? Tifa! Menu please! You really saved me, I need this for my job.”
“Your job…with a cosplay café?” Sora asked, eyeing the man’s wardrobe once more.
Demyx burst out laughing. “Oh no, I’m just a regular man, as you can see,” he said, waving his hand. He then reclined backward and grinned when he saw Tifa approach with one menu. “Thanks. By the way, how are the kids?”
Tifa’s expression wasn’t exactly cold, but it wasn’t warm and loving either. “They’re fine. Yuffie is babysitting them today. Would you take off those sunglasses? It’s nighttime already.”
Demyx seemed to pout, but complied. His eyes were bright blue and clear. Sora was reminded of his persocom back at home. It was then that it occurred to Sora that he had not given his persocom a name. He just kept calling it his persocom. This sickened Sora. The persocom at least deserved a name.
“Hey, you still in there?” Demyx called. He waved a hand in front of Sora’s face.
“Huh? Oh, sorry! What were we saying?”
Demyx grinned. “I believe we were talking about what I do for a living. I’m in sales. Now, you really deserve a reward…” The rock star seemed to fumble in his coat for a bit before retrieving a magazine and handing it to Sora. “Here, anything from the company is half off.”
Sora stared down in curiosity at the magazine. It had no cover and when he opened it he blushed one million shades of red. The advertisements all had to do with sexual appeal. There was lingerie, food recipes, and other things Sora didn’t even know existed. He snapped the book shut and handed it back to Demyx.
“W-what kind of stuff…what kind of salesman are you, to sell that stuff? What corporation do you belong to?”
“The Diamond Wing Corporation.”
Sora’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. “What? No way!” Demyx merely nodded. “That’s the company that…has the Twilight Lover series, right?!”
“Yeah, but if you’re expecting to get our newest product half off, then you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Oh, no…I just wanna ask some questions.”
“Really?” Demyx lifted an eyebrow. “Okay, then…shoot.”
“Can they talk?”
“Of course they can, unless the owner has specifically set it not to talk.”
“Well, what if it is set to that? How do you change it?”
“You just tell it you want it to talk. It recognizes voice commands as well.”
“OH! That’s good. Um…is it also set to…swing a certain way?”
Demyx look confused, then understanding and amusement spread across his face. “Yes, they can be programmed to be homosexual, bisexual, or straight.”
“Can you change that programming?”
“Not without taking it to the actual corporation and shelling out booko bucks.”
“I see. What kind of functions can it do?”
“Anything its programming allows.”
“Can it…think and…have emotions?”
Demyx seem to become very suspicious with this question. “It’s a machine,” he answered.
Sora laughed awkwardly. “Of course, just checking.” Why was the man getting so…serious all of the sudden?
Demyx shrugged. “If you’re planning on buying the model, you’re going to have to wait.”
“Huh? Why? I saw a magazine saying they were already out.”
“Then you must not have watched the news. That model was supposed to come out next month, but our company…had some modifications to make. We wanted to make them as lifelike as possible.”
Modifications…okay, now Sora was really interested. But he decided to leave the matter as it was. If what Demyx said was true…then the persocom in his apartment shouldn’t even exist, and he didn’t want to know what Demyx might do if he found out.
Sora rose from the table and grinned boyishly. “I have to get back to work. Thanks.”
Demyx regained his cheery composure and smiled back. “No problem. By the way, I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Sora. Now what would you like to order?” Sora asked. He was reluctant to tell him his last name, for it would make it easier for the man to find him if he chose. It wasn’t that Sora felt that Demyx couldn’t be trusted… it was just that the circumstances didn’t give Sora confidence he could be trusted.
~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen
:Additional notes:
“10 Rounds with Jose Cuervo” - a country song by Tracy Byrd.
Chapter Three: A Call and Mystery
Sora stopped walking and took a seat on a park bench. He had just come from his last class. Doing labs was sometimes very time-consuming, and his mind felt like if it took in one more scrap of information it would explode. He groaned and tilted his aching head back. He was still boggling from what had previously happened with the persocom.
After the persocom had kissed him, Riku, having great timing as usual, had opened the door and proceeded to then point and call out triumphantly, “HA! I knew it. No, don’t try to hide it, you are so gay!”
Sora had immediately kicked him out. The persocom, after he returned to the room, wrapped his arms around Sora’s shoulders and smiled.
Sora had blushed and lightly pushed the persocom away, saying, “Look…um…I don’t know who you are or even where you came from…I just found you in the trash and…oh! Don’t worry, I won’t throw you in the trash…but…can you not do that kind of stuff, please, because…well, it just isn’t done. I mean, we’re both guys.”
The persocom had made no objection or sound. The blond merely stared at him for the longest time, then nodded and walked out of the room. Sora had worried that he may have hurt the blond’s feelings, but upon peeking around the corner he saw him making himself a makeshift bed on the couch.
Sora looked around the park in an attempt to concentrate on something else other than his problems. The park was beautiful, large, with a playground and field for sports. It was mid-fall and the trees were beginning to turn their vibrant autumn colors. Crimson, gold, orange, and brown all melted together in a calming rainbow that rustled gently in the breeze. Children played on the monkey bars and swings. Sora could hear the laughter of both young and old as some of the kids drew up enough courage to go down the tall slide. The air was so cool that the children’s breaths came out in white puffs of steam.
Sora smiled to himself, and reluctantly went back to his thoughts. He really didn’t know what to do with the persocom. He thought all persocoms were supposed to immediately, once activated, be able to perform all functions at their owner’s command and, if owner requested it, then and only then would they show sexual behaviors. His persocom seemed to be unable to even speak, and it was acting like they were a couple.
The memory of how the blond had looked crawling across the floor before he kissed him flashed in Sora’s mind, and he blushed and shook his head. Why did that keep happening? God, he wasn’t gay! He had been Riku’s friend for years and had never once imagined him as anything more then a friend. He hadn’t even blushed when he and Riku bathed together. Sora sank his face in his hands. How could his life become so complicated?
Sora was startled from his wondering and self-pity when a rather loud chiming noise came from under the bench. He rose and leaned down. There, underneath, was a red cell phone buzzing and screeching up a storm. Was that ring tone…Ten Rounds with José Cuervo? Sora grabbed the phone and flipped it open.
“Hello?”
“Hey! Thank heavens! Don‘t know what I’d have done if I’d lost it! Um…oh, anyway, thanks for picking it up. Will you meet me?” The voice on the other end was male and sounded young.
“Um…sure. Where would you like to meet?”
“Do you know the bar The Drunken Moogle?”
“Sure I do. I work there.”
“Really? Well, that’s awesome. I’ll meet you there in about an hour. Hey, can I get a free drink?”
“I don’t work at the bar. I’m a waiter.”
“Oh well, worth a try.”
With that, the man hung up. Sora stared at the blue screen on the cell phone in utter confusion. How the hell had the guy called him if what Sora was holding in his hand was the guy’s cell? Sora shook his head and looked at his watch. He really didn’t start work for another two hours…oh well, he’d make a good impression and come in early.
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“And what would you like as a side, sir?” Sora asked with a bright smile. After taking the man’s order, the brunet bowed and dashed to the back. He linked the electronic touchpad to a main computer like Tifa had shown him and within a moment the screen beeped with a message saying, ‘the order has been submitted’.Sora beamed to himself. He was totally enjoying this job, and Tifa kept a regular eye on him from her position at the bar, just to see if he needed any help. His uniform, much to his appreciation, was plain blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He also had an earpiece in his ear that allowed Tifa to warn him when new people arrived, when food was ready, and when customers were ready to leave.
Sora was a little concerned, though. The man from the call had still not shown up or at least made himself known. Sora had grabbed a rag and was buffing tables when he heard a chuckle from behind him. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. A man in about his early twenties with a brown rock star haircut and sunglasses smiled at him.
“Can I help you?” Sora asked.
The man was dressed in black pants and a tight-fitting overcoat that had straps over the chest. “Yes, would you happen to have my cell phone?”
Sora was surprised, but he grinned. “Y-yes, I do.” He fumbled in his pockets.
“Wow! This must be my lucky day! You are such a cutie pie.”
Sora, with retrieved phone held out, blushed. “P-pardon me?”
The man gestured to the seat across from him “Take a seat.”
Sora took a step back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not on break and–”
“Tifa, I’m taking your worker for a minute!” The man called to the bar.
Tifa just turned and rose an eyebrow to him. “Fine, Demyx, but be nice.”
Sora was shocked that his boss had even…done that. He took a seat on the other side of the table. So this man knew Tifa and…his name was Demyx.
Demyx grinned. “Thanks for my phone, by the way. Would you like something to eat? Tifa! Menu please! You really saved me, I need this for my job.”
“Your job…with a cosplay café?” Sora asked, eyeing the man’s wardrobe once more.
Demyx burst out laughing. “Oh no, I’m just a regular man, as you can see,” he said, waving his hand. He then reclined backward and grinned when he saw Tifa approach with one menu. “Thanks. By the way, how are the kids?”
Tifa’s expression wasn’t exactly cold, but it wasn’t warm and loving either. “They’re fine. Yuffie is babysitting them today. Would you take off those sunglasses? It’s nighttime already.”
Demyx seemed to pout, but complied. His eyes were bright blue and clear. Sora was reminded of his persocom back at home. It was then that it occurred to Sora that he had not given his persocom a name. He just kept calling it his persocom. This sickened Sora. The persocom at least deserved a name.
“Hey, you still in there?” Demyx called. He waved a hand in front of Sora’s face.
“Huh? Oh, sorry! What were we saying?”
Demyx grinned. “I believe we were talking about what I do for a living. I’m in sales. Now, you really deserve a reward…” The rock star seemed to fumble in his coat for a bit before retrieving a magazine and handing it to Sora. “Here, anything from the company is half off.”
Sora stared down in curiosity at the magazine. It had no cover and when he opened it he blushed one million shades of red. The advertisements all had to do with sexual appeal. There was lingerie, food recipes, and other things Sora didn’t even know existed. He snapped the book shut and handed it back to Demyx.
“W-what kind of stuff…what kind of salesman are you, to sell that stuff? What corporation do you belong to?”
“The Diamond Wing Corporation.”
Sora’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. “What? No way!” Demyx merely nodded. “That’s the company that…has the Twilight Lover series, right?!”
“Yeah, but if you’re expecting to get our newest product half off, then you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Oh, no…I just wanna ask some questions.”
“Really?” Demyx lifted an eyebrow. “Okay, then…shoot.”
“Can they talk?”
“Of course they can, unless the owner has specifically set it not to talk.”
“Well, what if it is set to that? How do you change it?”
“You just tell it you want it to talk. It recognizes voice commands as well.”
“OH! That’s good. Um…is it also set to…swing a certain way?”
Demyx look confused, then understanding and amusement spread across his face. “Yes, they can be programmed to be homosexual, bisexual, or straight.”
“Can you change that programming?”
“Not without taking it to the actual corporation and shelling out booko bucks.”
“I see. What kind of functions can it do?”
“Anything its programming allows.”
“Can it…think and…have emotions?”
Demyx seem to become very suspicious with this question. “It’s a machine,” he answered.
Sora laughed awkwardly. “Of course, just checking.” Why was the man getting so…serious all of the sudden?
Demyx shrugged. “If you’re planning on buying the model, you’re going to have to wait.”
“Huh? Why? I saw a magazine saying they were already out.”
“Then you must not have watched the news. That model was supposed to come out next month, but our company…had some modifications to make. We wanted to make them as lifelike as possible.”
Modifications…okay, now Sora was really interested. But he decided to leave the matter as it was. If what Demyx said was true…then the persocom in his apartment shouldn’t even exist, and he didn’t want to know what Demyx might do if he found out.
Sora rose from the table and grinned boyishly. “I have to get back to work. Thanks.”
Demyx regained his cheery composure and smiled back. “No problem. By the way, I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Sora. Now what would you like to order?” Sora asked. He was reluctant to tell him his last name, for it would make it easier for the man to find him if he chose. It wasn’t that Sora felt that Demyx couldn’t be trusted… it was just that the circumstances didn’t give Sora confidence he could be trusted.
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To be continued in Chapter Four, please comment!~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen
:Additional notes:
“10 Rounds with Jose Cuervo” - a country song by Tracy Byrd.