Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Computer ❯ Chapter Four: Contemplation ( Chapter 4 )
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By: PixieDust291 
Chapter Four
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 325 | Status: Completed
Chapter Four
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 325 | Status: Completed
Perfect Computer
Chapter Four: Contemplation
Sora was thoroughly exhausted as he walked up the two flights of stairs to his apartment. He stared blankly at the door for a moment before realizing he needed keys. Fumbling in his pocket, he produced the clanking metal and inserted it into the lock.
The minute he opened that door and called out “I’m ho–” he was embraced. Sora was startled and about to scream when he turned his head and looked into the smiling, bright face of his persocom. Sora blinked. Had his computer been waiting for him to come home ever since he left? The persocom’s eyes were so filled with contentment Sora felt his chest tighten. He pushed away from the hug and smiled back at his persocom.
The blond looked confused at being pushed away, but still said nothing. Sora finally noticed what the persocom was wearing. Faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt that read “More me less you.” Sora couldn’t help but grin. So the persocom had found his clothes.
“Well, hello to you too. I hope you weren’t bored today. What have you been–”
The smell of spices and warmth wafted past him. His mouth immediately began to water. “Did you…cook?” Sora stuttered.
The persocom smiled again, taking Sora’s hand, and led him to the small living room. There, on the table, was what looked to be teriyaki chicken, steamed rice, and soup. Not a grandiose dinner, but a satisfying one.
Sora blinked in awe and turned to the persocom. “Y-you made this! You made this for…me?” he asked.
The persocom looked down at the floor. Sora laughed, his smile bright. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” He then blinked–he was sure he could see a light pink tinge on the blond’s cheeks.
Sora sat down, and the persocom took a seat on the other side of the table. He then lifted his soup bowl, smelling it. “Itadakimasu!” he called before taking a sip.
The warm liquid was slightly thin and tasted of chicken broth and boiled eggs as it ran over his palate. It was one of the best soups he had ever tasted. He sighed and was about to thank the persocom again when he gasped. On the other side of the table…the persocom was…eating!
“Wait, stop!” Sora shrieked.
The persocom immediately ceased and stared at Sora in shock. Sora, realizing he had probably just scared the poor blond, made an awkward laugh. “Oh, sorry, I…I just…aren’t you a computer? Can computers eat?”
The persocom didn’t say a word, though his eyes darkened as he nodded. A tightening in Sora’s gut told him he had said the wrong thing, even though his logical mind screamed that a persocom could not get offended.
Sora sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just surprised.” He looked to the blond for some form of acceptance, but he only went back to his eating.
Sora inwardly sighed again. Then it struck him. “Hey, I know I keep calling you a computer and a persocom whenever I’m talking to you. It just seems to me that you need a name…do you have a preference?”
The persocom stopped eating and looked at him with interest.
Sora waited a few minutes for a response, but didn’t receive one. Obviously the “no talk” program the persocom must be set on was extremely well made.
Sora smiled. “You can talk, you know. I rather like a guy who can speak his thoughts.”
The persocom blinked at him some more, then set down his soup. He tilted his head to one side. Those eyes were so…calculative, expressive, and deep. They portrayed every emotion the persocom was feeling. Those blue spheres were fixed on Sora as if they were seeking the truth. Then suddenly, the persocom was normal again. Calm, and staring at the table.
Sora sighed and shook his head, accepting his defeat.
“I would like to be named Roxas,” came a soft voice.
Sora’s head shot up as he stared at the blond, who was still looking at the table. “What?”
“…I would like to be named Roxas,” the blond repeated, his pink lips forming the words.
Sora nearly fell backwards. He talked! His persocom talked! Sora was about to laugh in delight but held it in. After all, his persocom seemed nervous about talking. If he laughed, that might make the blond never talk again. Not to mention he’d lose trust in Sora.
Sora nodded. “Okay. Why do you want that name?”
No answer was his response.
Sora scratched his head. Maybe it was a little too soon for him to explain. “So, Roxas, huh? Sure, I think that’s a nice name. Of course you can have it.”
Roxas’ head shot up, his face was in shock. “Really?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not. If that’s the name you want, have it.” Sora chuckled.
He was not expecting what happened next. The blond smiled and jumped over the table, tackling Sora to the floor.
Sora lay there, blushing, as his persocom smiled on top of him, his arms wrapped around Sora’s chest. Sora was reminded of a rather well-known anime term called glomping.
He laughed nervously. “Well, I didn’t know it was going to make you this happy.”
The arms around Sora’s chest tightened and Roxas smiled down at him. Those beautiful sapphire eyes were half-lidded and sexy. “Thank you,” he whispered, his head drawing ever so closer to Sora’s, his legs parting as they touched.
Sora blushed and his eyes went wide. His body felt heated and tingly, as if he had butterflies fluttering against his skin. The feeling of submission enclosed around him as Roxas tilted his body and moved atop him.
Sora’s body seemed to act of its own accord–or maybe he just lost his mind. His eyes suddenly closed and he found himself kissing the blond back…and enjoying it. Hands fisted in Roxas’ hair as the brunet moved his head to deepen the kiss. Lips molded to one another and felt so hot.
Roxas broke the kiss and smirked down at Sora. “Do you want to continue?”
Sora’s breath was heavy, his eyes were nearly closed and his mind boggled. He…had he just…he just nearly made out with a guy! He had kissed another guy. Surprise flooded through him in waves, but he was more shocked at the fact that he was left wanting more, as if his body was singing for it.
“I…I don’t…” Sora murmured.
“Well, sorry to interrupt, but–” came a cocky voice from the door.
Sora jumped, slamming Roxas against the wall, and gawked at Riku, who was standing in the doorway with Rikku on his shoulder.
“Riku! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see you get your first kiss.”
“What?!”
Riku laughed heartily. “I came over to see if you needed help, due to your limited experience with persocoms, but I see you’re getting your hump on just fine without me.”
Sora cringed and stared down at the floor, making little circles in the carpet with his finger.
Sora leaned back on the couch. They had come here to buy some clothes for Roxas, though Sora couldn’t see why the blond couldn’t wear some of his clothes. He liked the way Roxas looked in his clothes. He closed his eyes and imagined how Roxas had looked last night with that white t-shirt and jeans. Sora smiled to himself, then shook his head and ran a hand over his face.
God, maybe he was gay. He couldn’t seem to get Roxas out of his head, which was really aggravating. He had enjoyed kissing Roxas, and when Roxas had asked if they had wanted to continue he had nearly said, “I...I don’t know.”
Sora touched his finger to his lips. He was not one to pretend or deny what he felt and knew to be true. He had kissed Roxas and liked it. He accepted that. But what boggled him was…why? Why now all of a sudden? He had been friends with Riku and other guys his whole life and he had never had fantasies about them. He had even liked standing on the corner and watching all the girls go by when he was in high school. So why now all of a sudden did his body seem to just…switch attractions? It was if his brain had just flipped a light switch overnight. He shook his head.
“Would you like anything, sir?” asked a girl as she walked by with a handful of pants.
“Oh! No, thank you.” Sora smiled up at her.
Riku then emerged from behind the curtain, a wide grin on his face. Sora was immediately suspicious.
“May I present…” the older teen announced, “…your persocom.”
Roxas slowly drew back the curtain and emerged. He wore a knee-length pink dress with white lace and long buttoned sleeves. He also had on fishnet stockings, pink and black high heels, and a pink bow tied in his hair.
Sora literally fell out of his seat. His mouth hung open like a fish. He couldn’t form words or phrases. He didn’t really even know what he would say if he tried. He was flabbergasted that a man could even wear those clothes, let alone look almost like a china doll in them.
The girl holding the pants squeaked and dropped the clothing she was holding. A grin spread across her face.
Sora glanced at her and rolled his eyes. Great, now the whole store is going to think we’re gay.
The girl looked like she was reliving a delightful fantasy when she ran up to Roxas and hugged him. “Oh my God, you are SOOOOOOOO cute!” she chimed.
Sora’s fist clenched and his eyes narrowed as she giggled and rubbed against Roxas. He then caught himself and hit his head against his hand. Now he was getting jealous, what was next?
He looked at Roxas and frowned. Why was he getting jealous? It wasn’t like he had feelings for the persocom. It wasn’t like he and the persocom were a couple. The persocom didn’t even have emotions. All the flirting and coming-on to him was just a program. Not actual affection.
“Yuffie!” came a loud yell, and the giggling girl straightened and bowed as a silver-haired man walked up to her. He was in about his late twenties and wore a black suit. “Yuffie, what do you think you’re–” The man’s eyes then landed on Roxas. His eyes bulged and blood started trailing down his nose. He covered it and looked away. “What are you gentlemen playing at?”
“Nothing, Kadaj. Just getting some clothes for my new friend.” Riku was grinning.
Kadaj glared at the teen. “I can see that. Now how about some appropriate male clothes?”
Sora’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two. Did they…know each other?
Riku nodded. “All right, after all, I don’t need you telling my father about this.” He shrugged.
The man named Kadaj seemed satisfied with this and walked off. The girl named Yuffie sighed in relief and turned to Sora. “Wow, that was a close one.”
Sora stared at Yuffie in confusion. “Your name is Yuffie?” he asked stupidly.
“Yes.”
Where had Sora head her name before? Had it been…the bar! Tifa had mentioned the name Yuffie to Demyx. “Do you know a woman named Tifa?”
Yuffie looked shocked. “Sure, why?”
“Yuffie! Get back to work!” came a loud booming voice from behind a door.
Yuffie groaned and walked off without a word.
Sora wanted to stop her, but Riku grabbed his shoulder. “How about after Roxas changes we all go get a bite to eat? My treat.”
“Wha–!? Oh! Okay!” Sora beamed.
Riku then leaned close to Sora’s ear and whispered, “There’s something you’re not telling me. You haven’t been yourself since we left the apartment.”
“I just have a lot of things on my mind,” Sora grudgingly confessed.
“Anything you wanna talk with someone about? Anything I can do to help?” Riku asked.
Sora was about to reply “no” when what Demyx had said crossed his mind. “As a matter of fact, yes…but not here. Someplace safe.”
Riku leaned back and gazed at Sora, his eyes furrowed and contemplating. Then he smiled and winked at Sora. “All right, double-oh-seven, I’ll be briefed on the mission later.”
Sora couldn’t help but laugh, which was good, because he needed it.
~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen
:Additional Notes:
Itadakimasu - A traditional Japanese and sometimes Chinese phrase that gives praise for the food. An equivalent of this in America would be grace or the term “Let’s eat.”
Glomp - A hug in the manner of a small child, similar to a bear hug but often including one or both legs as well as arms. Also a hug in which the hugger jumps and catches the victim by surprise or off-guard. Basically, it's a violent hug with a running start.
Chapter Four: Contemplation
Sora was thoroughly exhausted as he walked up the two flights of stairs to his apartment. He stared blankly at the door for a moment before realizing he needed keys. Fumbling in his pocket, he produced the clanking metal and inserted it into the lock.
The minute he opened that door and called out “I’m ho–” he was embraced. Sora was startled and about to scream when he turned his head and looked into the smiling, bright face of his persocom. Sora blinked. Had his computer been waiting for him to come home ever since he left? The persocom’s eyes were so filled with contentment Sora felt his chest tighten. He pushed away from the hug and smiled back at his persocom.
The blond looked confused at being pushed away, but still said nothing. Sora finally noticed what the persocom was wearing. Faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt that read “More me less you.” Sora couldn’t help but grin. So the persocom had found his clothes.
“Well, hello to you too. I hope you weren’t bored today. What have you been–”
The smell of spices and warmth wafted past him. His mouth immediately began to water. “Did you…cook?” Sora stuttered.
The persocom smiled again, taking Sora’s hand, and led him to the small living room. There, on the table, was what looked to be teriyaki chicken, steamed rice, and soup. Not a grandiose dinner, but a satisfying one.
Sora blinked in awe and turned to the persocom. “Y-you made this! You made this for…me?” he asked.
The persocom looked down at the floor. Sora laughed, his smile bright. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” He then blinked–he was sure he could see a light pink tinge on the blond’s cheeks.
Sora sat down, and the persocom took a seat on the other side of the table. He then lifted his soup bowl, smelling it. “Itadakimasu!” he called before taking a sip.
The warm liquid was slightly thin and tasted of chicken broth and boiled eggs as it ran over his palate. It was one of the best soups he had ever tasted. He sighed and was about to thank the persocom again when he gasped. On the other side of the table…the persocom was…eating!
“Wait, stop!” Sora shrieked.
The persocom immediately ceased and stared at Sora in shock. Sora, realizing he had probably just scared the poor blond, made an awkward laugh. “Oh, sorry, I…I just…aren’t you a computer? Can computers eat?”
The persocom didn’t say a word, though his eyes darkened as he nodded. A tightening in Sora’s gut told him he had said the wrong thing, even though his logical mind screamed that a persocom could not get offended.
Sora sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just surprised.” He looked to the blond for some form of acceptance, but he only went back to his eating.
Sora inwardly sighed again. Then it struck him. “Hey, I know I keep calling you a computer and a persocom whenever I’m talking to you. It just seems to me that you need a name…do you have a preference?”
The persocom stopped eating and looked at him with interest.
Sora waited a few minutes for a response, but didn’t receive one. Obviously the “no talk” program the persocom must be set on was extremely well made.
Sora smiled. “You can talk, you know. I rather like a guy who can speak his thoughts.”
The persocom blinked at him some more, then set down his soup. He tilted his head to one side. Those eyes were so…calculative, expressive, and deep. They portrayed every emotion the persocom was feeling. Those blue spheres were fixed on Sora as if they were seeking the truth. Then suddenly, the persocom was normal again. Calm, and staring at the table.
Sora sighed and shook his head, accepting his defeat.
“I would like to be named Roxas,” came a soft voice.
Sora’s head shot up as he stared at the blond, who was still looking at the table. “What?”
“…I would like to be named Roxas,” the blond repeated, his pink lips forming the words.
Sora nearly fell backwards. He talked! His persocom talked! Sora was about to laugh in delight but held it in. After all, his persocom seemed nervous about talking. If he laughed, that might make the blond never talk again. Not to mention he’d lose trust in Sora.
Sora nodded. “Okay. Why do you want that name?”
No answer was his response.
Sora scratched his head. Maybe it was a little too soon for him to explain. “So, Roxas, huh? Sure, I think that’s a nice name. Of course you can have it.”
Roxas’ head shot up, his face was in shock. “Really?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not. If that’s the name you want, have it.” Sora chuckled.
He was not expecting what happened next. The blond smiled and jumped over the table, tackling Sora to the floor.
Sora lay there, blushing, as his persocom smiled on top of him, his arms wrapped around Sora’s chest. Sora was reminded of a rather well-known anime term called glomping.
He laughed nervously. “Well, I didn’t know it was going to make you this happy.”
The arms around Sora’s chest tightened and Roxas smiled down at him. Those beautiful sapphire eyes were half-lidded and sexy. “Thank you,” he whispered, his head drawing ever so closer to Sora’s, his legs parting as they touched.
Sora blushed and his eyes went wide. His body felt heated and tingly, as if he had butterflies fluttering against his skin. The feeling of submission enclosed around him as Roxas tilted his body and moved atop him.
Sora’s body seemed to act of its own accord–or maybe he just lost his mind. His eyes suddenly closed and he found himself kissing the blond back…and enjoying it. Hands fisted in Roxas’ hair as the brunet moved his head to deepen the kiss. Lips molded to one another and felt so hot.
Roxas broke the kiss and smirked down at Sora. “Do you want to continue?”
Sora’s breath was heavy, his eyes were nearly closed and his mind boggled. He…had he just…he just nearly made out with a guy! He had kissed another guy. Surprise flooded through him in waves, but he was more shocked at the fact that he was left wanting more, as if his body was singing for it.
“I…I don’t…” Sora murmured.
“Well, sorry to interrupt, but–” came a cocky voice from the door.
Sora jumped, slamming Roxas against the wall, and gawked at Riku, who was standing in the doorway with Rikku on his shoulder.
“Riku! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see you get your first kiss.”
“What?!”
Riku laughed heartily. “I came over to see if you needed help, due to your limited experience with persocoms, but I see you’re getting your hump on just fine without me.”
Sora cringed and stared down at the floor, making little circles in the carpet with his finger.
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Sora looked around the store. Hardly anyone was there, probably due to everyone being at work. He was waiting outside the changing station of one of the most expensive clothing stores in the city. He gazed in wonder at the perfectly shiny tiled floors, the velvet curtains, and the leather sofa he was sitting on. The employees had gazed at him mockingly when he had walked in, but as soon as they laid eyes on Riku they had perked up and treated him like a king. Sora guessed it was because they recognized the silver-haired teen as the son of one of the richest men in the city.Sora leaned back on the couch. They had come here to buy some clothes for Roxas, though Sora couldn’t see why the blond couldn’t wear some of his clothes. He liked the way Roxas looked in his clothes. He closed his eyes and imagined how Roxas had looked last night with that white t-shirt and jeans. Sora smiled to himself, then shook his head and ran a hand over his face.
God, maybe he was gay. He couldn’t seem to get Roxas out of his head, which was really aggravating. He had enjoyed kissing Roxas, and when Roxas had asked if they had wanted to continue he had nearly said, “I...I don’t know.”
Sora touched his finger to his lips. He was not one to pretend or deny what he felt and knew to be true. He had kissed Roxas and liked it. He accepted that. But what boggled him was…why? Why now all of a sudden? He had been friends with Riku and other guys his whole life and he had never had fantasies about them. He had even liked standing on the corner and watching all the girls go by when he was in high school. So why now all of a sudden did his body seem to just…switch attractions? It was if his brain had just flipped a light switch overnight. He shook his head.
“Would you like anything, sir?” asked a girl as she walked by with a handful of pants.
“Oh! No, thank you.” Sora smiled up at her.
Riku then emerged from behind the curtain, a wide grin on his face. Sora was immediately suspicious.
“May I present…” the older teen announced, “…your persocom.”
Roxas slowly drew back the curtain and emerged. He wore a knee-length pink dress with white lace and long buttoned sleeves. He also had on fishnet stockings, pink and black high heels, and a pink bow tied in his hair.
Sora literally fell out of his seat. His mouth hung open like a fish. He couldn’t form words or phrases. He didn’t really even know what he would say if he tried. He was flabbergasted that a man could even wear those clothes, let alone look almost like a china doll in them.
The girl holding the pants squeaked and dropped the clothing she was holding. A grin spread across her face.
Sora glanced at her and rolled his eyes. Great, now the whole store is going to think we’re gay.
The girl looked like she was reliving a delightful fantasy when she ran up to Roxas and hugged him. “Oh my God, you are SOOOOOOOO cute!” she chimed.
Sora’s fist clenched and his eyes narrowed as she giggled and rubbed against Roxas. He then caught himself and hit his head against his hand. Now he was getting jealous, what was next?
He looked at Roxas and frowned. Why was he getting jealous? It wasn’t like he had feelings for the persocom. It wasn’t like he and the persocom were a couple. The persocom didn’t even have emotions. All the flirting and coming-on to him was just a program. Not actual affection.
“Yuffie!” came a loud yell, and the giggling girl straightened and bowed as a silver-haired man walked up to her. He was in about his late twenties and wore a black suit. “Yuffie, what do you think you’re–” The man’s eyes then landed on Roxas. His eyes bulged and blood started trailing down his nose. He covered it and looked away. “What are you gentlemen playing at?”
“Nothing, Kadaj. Just getting some clothes for my new friend.” Riku was grinning.
Kadaj glared at the teen. “I can see that. Now how about some appropriate male clothes?”
Sora’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two. Did they…know each other?
Riku nodded. “All right, after all, I don’t need you telling my father about this.” He shrugged.
The man named Kadaj seemed satisfied with this and walked off. The girl named Yuffie sighed in relief and turned to Sora. “Wow, that was a close one.”
Sora stared at Yuffie in confusion. “Your name is Yuffie?” he asked stupidly.
“Yes.”
Where had Sora head her name before? Had it been…the bar! Tifa had mentioned the name Yuffie to Demyx. “Do you know a woman named Tifa?”
Yuffie looked shocked. “Sure, why?”
“Yuffie! Get back to work!” came a loud booming voice from behind a door.
Yuffie groaned and walked off without a word.
Sora wanted to stop her, but Riku grabbed his shoulder. “How about after Roxas changes we all go get a bite to eat? My treat.”
“Wha–!? Oh! Okay!” Sora beamed.
Riku then leaned close to Sora’s ear and whispered, “There’s something you’re not telling me. You haven’t been yourself since we left the apartment.”
“I just have a lot of things on my mind,” Sora grudgingly confessed.
“Anything you wanna talk with someone about? Anything I can do to help?” Riku asked.
Sora was about to reply “no” when what Demyx had said crossed his mind. “As a matter of fact, yes…but not here. Someplace safe.”
Riku leaned back and gazed at Sora, his eyes furrowed and contemplating. Then he smiled and winked at Sora. “All right, double-oh-seven, I’ll be briefed on the mission later.”
Sora couldn’t help but laugh, which was good, because he needed it.
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To be continued in Chapter Five, please comment!~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen
:Additional Notes:
Itadakimasu - A traditional Japanese and sometimes Chinese phrase that gives praise for the food. An equivalent of this in America would be grace or the term “Let’s eat.”
Glomp - A hug in the manner of a small child, similar to a bear hug but often including one or both legs as well as arms. Also a hug in which the hugger jumps and catches the victim by surprise or off-guard. Basically, it's a violent hug with a running start.