Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Computer ❯ Chapter Five: I Am Here Tonight ( Chapter 5 )
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By: PixieDust291 
Chapter Five
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Updated On: 01.12.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 547 | Status: Completed
Chapter Five
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Updated On: 01.12.2009 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 547 | Status: Completed
Perfect Computer
Chapter Five: I Am Here Tonight
A black figure stood on a balcony. The night was a vast sea of black before him, sprinkled with rainbow lights from the city. The wind whipped at his black cloak as he talked passively into a cell phone.
“I see. So where is #13?…How can you not know? So he escaped. Please explain how he could have escaped when we had security cameras on him at all times and over ten guards posted at all entrances?” The figure seemed more curious than annoyed. He ran a hand through his light brown hair.
“I am well aware of the fact of how dangerous…and how interesting #13 is.” The figure smirked, his blue eyes glazed as if in remembrance. “Don’t give me that. You know perfectly well why he was not destroyed. You were intrigued with his progress just as much as I was. Hell, the whole company was up in arms when he seemed to start becoming–what?…I see. So tell me what happened.”
The figure listened for a few moments before laughing. “I bet the clean-up crew didn’t enjoy that. So do you want him back, or are we going to do more testing? Or have you given up on your dream, Superior? …And just how am I supposed to find him?”
Now the figure did seem annoyed. “Fine. But I think you’re sending the wrong guy.” He snapped the cell phone shut and jammed it into his pocket before turning to look out at the flickering lights of the city. A subway train passed and the light illuminated his young face. He leaned against the railing, looking downwards, and laughed. “Well, I guess no karaoke tonight…”
The two teens and two persocoms were lounging in Sora’s apartment. Roxas was in the kitchen doing something or other. He had left the moment Sora had said he wanted some tea. Rikku was rocking back and forth on Riku’s head, humming a tune as she listened intently to the two boys’ conversation.
Riku reached up and plucked the little persocom from his head, placing her on his knee. “Rikku, can you do an information search to see if the Twilight model by the Diamond Wings Corporation is indeed un-manufactured as of late?”
The little persocom winked, then her eyes went glassy for a moment. Computing noises and internet beeping came from her small frame before she cheered and announced, “Data request has been completed.”
“Good, can you read it to us, please?” Riku grinned.
Rikku nodded and went very still again, as if in a trance. Her usually cheerful voice becoming a slow monotone. “The Diamond Wing Corporation is the second-largest manufacturer of persocoms, and is rated an A in customer satisfaction. Recently the company announced a new product line specializing in pleasure. This new product was given the title the Twilight Lover series. This new model of persocom was supposed to feature new software and exterior options. One of the new exterior options was the classic metal ear, or the new and highly more stylish human ears. The software was to be unique and only readable to the Twilight model. The programs were to be so advanced, the model would almost seem human. It would learn from experience and adapt to different situations. One of the unique features to this persocom, which has been released by the company, is that the Twilight model will act exactly as a lover will. The moment its owner activates it with a kiss, the model immediately recognizes that person as its partner. Once the person is imprinted, the model will not have eyes for any other but its owner.
“Much anticipation was present as palpitating customers awaited the release day. However, the corporation just last week announced its delaying of the model’s production. Not much is known about what caused the delay, as the corporation is being extremely secretive and refuses to talk with any press.”
Riku sighed. “Is that all?”
“I’m sorry, Master. You requested information, not fan speculation.” Rikku bowed.
Riku nodded. “True. We want cold hard facts, not assumptions made from a disappointed porn mob.”
Sora sighed and leaned back on the sofa. “Well, that still doesn’t tell us why Roxas exists when he’s not supposed to. Could it be that we made a mistake? Does he belong to another company?”
Riku shook his head “No. Your persocom has a tattoo on his wrist with the Diamond Wing logo. And your persocom doesn’t have metal ears. True, other persocoms these days don’t have metal ears, but none of them are from that corporation. Face the facts, Sora. There is no way your persocom could possibly be any other persocom but the Twilight model.”
“What if someone forged the tattoo?” Sora countered.
“Highly unlikely. The ink used to identify persocoms…to brand them, if you will, is a thick metallic-based compound mixture that needs to be heated to a certain degree. It’s not like a common metal currency that is so easily mass-produced,” Riku explained.
Sora groaned. “You sound like a lawyer.”
“Well, that’s what I’m majoring in.”
“I just feel…I don’t know. Like I shouldn’t have found Roxas. It’s like stealing.”
“Not technically. Roxas did not physically belong to anyone. The report said the model is not yet in production. So Roxas doesn’t belong to the masses either. He is all yours.” Riku emphasized the last sentence. Sora just glared at him.
Roxas then emerged from the kitchen and sat down in the chair next to the couch. He held out a cup for Sora.
“What’s that?” Sora asked.
“Tea. I could only find chamomile,” Roxas answered.
Sora blushed and smiled. “You didn’t have to make me tea.”
“…I wanted to,” Roxas whispered.
Sora chuckled and accepted the cup. “Well, thank you. That was very nice.” He put the mug to his lips and cautiously took a first sip. It was the perfect temperature, and the smell of the herbs wafted up to his nose, clearing his senses and calming his mind. He sighed in bliss.
Riku stared at the blond and brunet for a moment before speaking. “Roxas, what made you get Sora that tea?”
Roxas looked to Riku as if he were hesitant to speak and confused by his question. “Sora said he needed tea. I made tea.”
“But it was not a direct order to you, or a request. You did not have to make the tea.”
“…I wanted to…I thought if I made the tea, then that would make Sora happy.” Roxas blushed.
Sora blushed as well. “You…well, thank you…I didn’t know–”
“Interesting.” Riku cut him off. The older teen stood and walked over to the blond, taking his face in his hands and turning his head.
Roxas, to Sora’s observation, seemed quite uncomfortable with this, but allowed Riku to continue.
Riku stroked a hand through Roxas’ hair, then trailed a finger down his head to his ear. He mumbled something before pinching Roxas’ ear. The blond winced and an unclasping sound was heard. Riku grinned and folded back Roxas’ ear, which was attached to a piece of metal, to reveal a complicated series of wires and connectors.
“Perfect,” Riku said. He picked up Rikku and placed her on Roxas’ shoulder. He then tapped Rikku’s head, and another hissing sound of an opening hatch could be heard. The back of Rikku’s hair came completely upwards and Riku extended a cable from the back of her head into Roxas’ ear.
“There. Now Rikku should be able to access the data stored in your persocom’s computing hard-dive. Rikku, commence sequence,” he ordered.
“Wait, what?!” Sora said.
“Just calm down. Go, Rikku,” Riku cajoled.
Rikku beamed and detached one of the beads from her hair. The bead grew in size and became silky until it was a tiny screen about the size of a DVD. “Computing commencing,” the persocom announced, and reverted to her transfixed state.
Computing noises could be heard, which Sora only guessed meant searching for files or something. Roxas, during this whole process, was looking rather uncomfortable. The computing noises seemed to go on for hours as Sora watched the persocoms for a sign of anything.
Then suddenly the screen in Rikku’s hands shimmered and an image came into view. It was clear and looked slightly metallic. The image showed…water. Water, enclosed in a glass case and looking outward. Outside, beyond the case, people in white cloaks walked back and forth from desks and monitors. Every few moments they would stop and look at the case, then go back to work.
The image flashed away and another image came to view. It was of a bright light shining downward, it looked to be one of those annoying hospital lights. Then the light was moved away–the screen went black.
Sora stared in worry at the black screen, what was–
“Oh, come on, Rikku, there has to be more,” Riku announced, interrupting Sora’s thoughts.
Sora looked from Riku to Roxas. The blond was staring at his knees, fists clenched and arms locked. Sora’s worry increased. “Riku, I don’t–”
“Look!” Riku pointed to the screen once more.
The screen was flickering, scratchy, and faded from black and white to color. It looked like an old newsreel. The image, though slightly distorted, showed a picture. A plain piece of paper with a picture of a flower on it.
“Do you like it?” came a voice.
The screen turned, showing a smiling blond-haired girl in a white dress. The screen went up and down vigorously, as if nodding. The girl giggled and went back to the other drawing she was completing.
The screen flickered and then showed the girl running. The screen was running behind her and she looked back frequently. Then she rounded a corner and stopped. A dead end.
“They figured out my password and are changing the passages so we can’t get out,” the girl whispered.
She then turned back to the screen. Tears were running down her face and blood was dripping from her forehead onto the floor. Her blond hair was a mess, and her smile false.
“Well, better luck next time, right?”
She looked down at the floor and started sobbing.
The beeping noises coming from Rikku had been growing in intensity. Sora tore his eyes from the screen and looked to Roxas. His eyes widened–Roxas was shivering violently and…crying. “Riku, stop now!” Sora yelled.
“What? But–” Riku started.
“Just do it, you’re hurting–” Sora wasn’t able to finish that sentence because Roxas started screaming.
“Stop it! Please, stop it!” the blond repeated over and over again. He was clutching his head as if in agony.
The beeping noises seized and Rikku froze, falling off Roxas’ arm, dislodging her connection cord. She twitched violently on the ground, then sprang up and started squeaking and playing random bits of different songs. Riku stared in horror as his persocom danced, then did aerobics, convulsed as if having a seizure, then finally lay still.
Riku and Sora stared in disbelief at what had just transpired. Then, in an instant, they regained themselves. Riku scooped up Rikku and called command after command for her to wake up, but there was no response. Sora immediately tended to Roxas. He didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but he clutched the persocom by the arms and tried to get him to look up.
“I have to go. Rikku is badly damaged. I need to see my father.” And without another word, Riku dashed out the door, slamming it behind him.
Sora did not have time to contemplate his friend’s state. He rubbed Roxas’ shoulders, cooing and speaking in soft parental tones. “It’s okay, it’s over. I’m here. I promise that will not happen to you again without your permission. I’m sorry…” he repeated over and over in different sequences.
Roxas kept crying harder and harder. Sora felt useless and helpless. He hurriedly tried to recall what his parents did when he was in this state. He remembered his mother would hug him and stroke his head until he quieted down. He looked at Roxas. True, a persocom wasn’t a five-year-old, but it was a better idea than sticking with the present apologizing.
Sora gently led Roxas’ head to his chest and in a soothing manner, stroked his hand over the spiky blond hair. He even hummed his mother’s song, just in case.
Little child, be not afraidThe rain pounds harsh against the glassLike an unwanted strangerThere is no dangerI am here tonight
Sora repeated that small verse over and over, his tone melodic and soothing as he remembered his mother’s was.
Slowly, the sobs subsided and sniffles were drowned away. Roxas’ breathing slowed and calmed to a soft hum. Sora leaned back and Roxas looked up at him.
“You okay now?” he asked.
Roxas nodded. Sora smiled and looked past Roxas into his room. “Come on, let’s go to bed. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”
“Something wrong?”
“No…I just didn’t think you wore plaid boxers.” Roxas was smiling.
Sora blushed and was about to retort when it occurred to him that he had just undressed in front of Roxas. He freaked and fell off the bed, crouching on the floor. “Don’t look at me!” he called.
He could hear Roxas’ laughter. Oh, it was a wonderful sound, it made Sora shiver…as well as feel humiliated.
“Oh, don’t be shy. I think they’re cute. And I suppose they kind of suit you.”
Sora heard this and his head popped up from behind the bed. “What’s th–” He unfortunately popped up at the wrong time…or the right time, as many may argue.
Roxas had unbuttoned his shirt and was sliding it over his slender but well-muscled arms. His head was tilted downwards, obscuring his eyes. His chest and arms flexed as he stretched them. Then he undid his jeans, letting them slide down his legs to pool at his feet, revealing tight, firm buttocks, a trim waist, flat stomach, and legs slim and fine as an athlete’s.
Sora’s cheeks grew red. He gulped, for his mouth was nearly watering. He was sure Roxas could give Adonis a run for his money.
Sora’s eyes grew wide as he saw Roxas move to take off his briefs. “Wait!” Sora squeaked.
Roxas stopped and looked over to him. “…do you wanna take them off?”
Sora’s mind exploded as he envisioned himself taking of Roxas’ briefs with his teeth. Stupid perverted mind!
Roxas chuckled and slid under the covers. Sora rolled his eyes and joined him, turning off the light.
For the a few moments, all that could be heard amongst the utter silence was their breathing. Sora shut his eyes and tried to get to sleep. He could feel his muscles relaxing, his mind drifting into the black murky waters that was unconsciousness. He could feel himself submerging. Deeper and deeper and…his body was encompassed by warmth.
Sora’s eyes shot open. He turned to find Roxas, who had snuggled up behind him. He had wrapped his arms around Sora’s waist. “You better be asleep,” Sora warned.
“I’m not. I wanted to be close to you,” Roxas murmured, snuggling his face into Sora’s neck.
Sora stiffened and suppressed a moan. When had his neck become so tender?
Roxas brushed his lips against the sensitive skin and was rewarded with a sharp jolt. He gently kissed his way down the brunet’s neck and licked the junction.
Sora couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped. “R-Roxas…”
Roxas flipped him over on his back and clamped his lips against Sora’s in a searing kiss that made Sora’s heart quicken. A hand slid down Sora’s chest, barely touching the over-sensitized skin. Sora closed his eyes and a moan escaped him as his hands clutched the sheets. The hand traced the line of elastic around Sora’s boxers before slowly dipping in.
Sora broke the kiss and turned his head away. “Stop, I…I can’t have sex with someone I barely know!”
Roxas’ eyes met his. The blue spheres were glazed with hunger. And that’s exactly what Sora didn’t want. Hunger.
“I’m into love first. I want the person I love to be my first,” Sora tried to explain. He didn’t know why he had to be such a romantic, but his heart was just screaming so many things. He knew he could have feelings for Roxas…but Roxas was a persocom and technically had no feelings, just programs. And so Roxas could never love him. A tear slid down his cheek. Damn it! Why was he crying?!
Roxas sighed and nodded, leaning down and kissing Sora’s forehead. “Then love shall come first,” he whispered.
“But you can’t feel love. Your programming is just saying you’re in a relationship with me,” Sora sobbed. He could feel Roxas stiffen above him.
“My programming…I do not feel or sense any programming in what I feel for you.”
Sora blinked through the tears up at him, confused. “What?”
“From the moment you awakened me, I felt like I belonged. I feel happy when you are near, and I feel sad when you leave.”
“That’s just programming.”
Roxas did not answer, instead he lifted Sora’s hand to his chest. Sora chuckled then stopped. His hand…he could feel…distinctly feel the rhythmic beating of a heart, not sound waves or mechanical humming. A real beating that could under no circumstances be mistaken for anything else. Sora gazed at the blond above him in disbelief. “What are you?”
Roxas looked just as distressed as he was. “…I don’t know.”
Sora dropped his head back to the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. Roxas curled up in Sora’s arms, his head resting on his chest. Sora could feel that Roxas was scared. Hell, he was scared. Nothing that was happening around them was making any sense at all.
Sora ran a hand through Roxas’ hair, trying, in some way, to convince both of them it would be all right.
“Sing that song,” Roxas whispered, his voice sounding mere minutes from dreamy sleep. Sora smiled and closed his eyes. His lips sung the melody and soon Roxas drifted off, Sora following behind him soon after.
Little child, be not afraid
The rain pounds harsh against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger
There is no danger
I am here tonight
Little child
Be not afraid
Though thunder explodes
And lightning flash
Illuminates your tearstained face
I am here tonight
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
Little child
Be not afraid
The storm clouds mask your beloved moon
And its candlelight beams
Still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight
Little child
Be not afraid
The wind makes creatures of our trees
And the branches to hands
They're not real, understand
And I am here tonight
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forest and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
For you know, once even I
Was a little child
And I was afraid
But a gentle someone always came
To dry all my tears
Trade sweet sleep the fears
And to give a kiss goodnight
Well, now I am grown
And these days have shown
Rain's a part of how life goes
But it's dark and it's lateSo I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close
And I hope that you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
Everything's fine in the morning
The rain will be gone in the morning
But I'll still be here in the morning
~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen
:Additional Notes:
“Lullaby for a Stormy Night” - A song by Vienna Teng.
Chapter Five: I Am Here Tonight
A black figure stood on a balcony. The night was a vast sea of black before him, sprinkled with rainbow lights from the city. The wind whipped at his black cloak as he talked passively into a cell phone.
“I see. So where is #13?…How can you not know? So he escaped. Please explain how he could have escaped when we had security cameras on him at all times and over ten guards posted at all entrances?” The figure seemed more curious than annoyed. He ran a hand through his light brown hair.
“I am well aware of the fact of how dangerous…and how interesting #13 is.” The figure smirked, his blue eyes glazed as if in remembrance. “Don’t give me that. You know perfectly well why he was not destroyed. You were intrigued with his progress just as much as I was. Hell, the whole company was up in arms when he seemed to start becoming–what?…I see. So tell me what happened.”
The figure listened for a few moments before laughing. “I bet the clean-up crew didn’t enjoy that. So do you want him back, or are we going to do more testing? Or have you given up on your dream, Superior? …And just how am I supposed to find him?”
Now the figure did seem annoyed. “Fine. But I think you’re sending the wrong guy.” He snapped the cell phone shut and jammed it into his pocket before turning to look out at the flickering lights of the city. A subway train passed and the light illuminated his young face. He leaned against the railing, looking downwards, and laughed. “Well, I guess no karaoke tonight…”
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“I see…well, if this doesn’t qualify as a manga plot, I don’t know what does.” Riku nodded as Sora finished his explanation.The two teens and two persocoms were lounging in Sora’s apartment. Roxas was in the kitchen doing something or other. He had left the moment Sora had said he wanted some tea. Rikku was rocking back and forth on Riku’s head, humming a tune as she listened intently to the two boys’ conversation.
Riku reached up and plucked the little persocom from his head, placing her on his knee. “Rikku, can you do an information search to see if the Twilight model by the Diamond Wings Corporation is indeed un-manufactured as of late?”
The little persocom winked, then her eyes went glassy for a moment. Computing noises and internet beeping came from her small frame before she cheered and announced, “Data request has been completed.”
“Good, can you read it to us, please?” Riku grinned.
Rikku nodded and went very still again, as if in a trance. Her usually cheerful voice becoming a slow monotone. “The Diamond Wing Corporation is the second-largest manufacturer of persocoms, and is rated an A in customer satisfaction. Recently the company announced a new product line specializing in pleasure. This new product was given the title the Twilight Lover series. This new model of persocom was supposed to feature new software and exterior options. One of the new exterior options was the classic metal ear, or the new and highly more stylish human ears. The software was to be unique and only readable to the Twilight model. The programs were to be so advanced, the model would almost seem human. It would learn from experience and adapt to different situations. One of the unique features to this persocom, which has been released by the company, is that the Twilight model will act exactly as a lover will. The moment its owner activates it with a kiss, the model immediately recognizes that person as its partner. Once the person is imprinted, the model will not have eyes for any other but its owner.
“Much anticipation was present as palpitating customers awaited the release day. However, the corporation just last week announced its delaying of the model’s production. Not much is known about what caused the delay, as the corporation is being extremely secretive and refuses to talk with any press.”
Riku sighed. “Is that all?”
“I’m sorry, Master. You requested information, not fan speculation.” Rikku bowed.
Riku nodded. “True. We want cold hard facts, not assumptions made from a disappointed porn mob.”
Sora sighed and leaned back on the sofa. “Well, that still doesn’t tell us why Roxas exists when he’s not supposed to. Could it be that we made a mistake? Does he belong to another company?”
Riku shook his head “No. Your persocom has a tattoo on his wrist with the Diamond Wing logo. And your persocom doesn’t have metal ears. True, other persocoms these days don’t have metal ears, but none of them are from that corporation. Face the facts, Sora. There is no way your persocom could possibly be any other persocom but the Twilight model.”
“What if someone forged the tattoo?” Sora countered.
“Highly unlikely. The ink used to identify persocoms…to brand them, if you will, is a thick metallic-based compound mixture that needs to be heated to a certain degree. It’s not like a common metal currency that is so easily mass-produced,” Riku explained.
Sora groaned. “You sound like a lawyer.”
“Well, that’s what I’m majoring in.”
“I just feel…I don’t know. Like I shouldn’t have found Roxas. It’s like stealing.”
“Not technically. Roxas did not physically belong to anyone. The report said the model is not yet in production. So Roxas doesn’t belong to the masses either. He is all yours.” Riku emphasized the last sentence. Sora just glared at him.
Roxas then emerged from the kitchen and sat down in the chair next to the couch. He held out a cup for Sora.
“What’s that?” Sora asked.
“Tea. I could only find chamomile,” Roxas answered.
Sora blushed and smiled. “You didn’t have to make me tea.”
“…I wanted to,” Roxas whispered.
Sora chuckled and accepted the cup. “Well, thank you. That was very nice.” He put the mug to his lips and cautiously took a first sip. It was the perfect temperature, and the smell of the herbs wafted up to his nose, clearing his senses and calming his mind. He sighed in bliss.
Riku stared at the blond and brunet for a moment before speaking. “Roxas, what made you get Sora that tea?”
Roxas looked to Riku as if he were hesitant to speak and confused by his question. “Sora said he needed tea. I made tea.”
“But it was not a direct order to you, or a request. You did not have to make the tea.”
“…I wanted to…I thought if I made the tea, then that would make Sora happy.” Roxas blushed.
Sora blushed as well. “You…well, thank you…I didn’t know–”
“Interesting.” Riku cut him off. The older teen stood and walked over to the blond, taking his face in his hands and turning his head.
Roxas, to Sora’s observation, seemed quite uncomfortable with this, but allowed Riku to continue.
Riku stroked a hand through Roxas’ hair, then trailed a finger down his head to his ear. He mumbled something before pinching Roxas’ ear. The blond winced and an unclasping sound was heard. Riku grinned and folded back Roxas’ ear, which was attached to a piece of metal, to reveal a complicated series of wires and connectors.
“Perfect,” Riku said. He picked up Rikku and placed her on Roxas’ shoulder. He then tapped Rikku’s head, and another hissing sound of an opening hatch could be heard. The back of Rikku’s hair came completely upwards and Riku extended a cable from the back of her head into Roxas’ ear.
“There. Now Rikku should be able to access the data stored in your persocom’s computing hard-dive. Rikku, commence sequence,” he ordered.
“Wait, what?!” Sora said.
“Just calm down. Go, Rikku,” Riku cajoled.
Rikku beamed and detached one of the beads from her hair. The bead grew in size and became silky until it was a tiny screen about the size of a DVD. “Computing commencing,” the persocom announced, and reverted to her transfixed state.
Computing noises could be heard, which Sora only guessed meant searching for files or something. Roxas, during this whole process, was looking rather uncomfortable. The computing noises seemed to go on for hours as Sora watched the persocoms for a sign of anything.
Then suddenly the screen in Rikku’s hands shimmered and an image came into view. It was clear and looked slightly metallic. The image showed…water. Water, enclosed in a glass case and looking outward. Outside, beyond the case, people in white cloaks walked back and forth from desks and monitors. Every few moments they would stop and look at the case, then go back to work.
The image flashed away and another image came to view. It was of a bright light shining downward, it looked to be one of those annoying hospital lights. Then the light was moved away–the screen went black.
Sora stared in worry at the black screen, what was–
“Oh, come on, Rikku, there has to be more,” Riku announced, interrupting Sora’s thoughts.
Sora looked from Riku to Roxas. The blond was staring at his knees, fists clenched and arms locked. Sora’s worry increased. “Riku, I don’t–”
“Look!” Riku pointed to the screen once more.
The screen was flickering, scratchy, and faded from black and white to color. It looked like an old newsreel. The image, though slightly distorted, showed a picture. A plain piece of paper with a picture of a flower on it.
“Do you like it?” came a voice.
The screen turned, showing a smiling blond-haired girl in a white dress. The screen went up and down vigorously, as if nodding. The girl giggled and went back to the other drawing she was completing.
The screen flickered and then showed the girl running. The screen was running behind her and she looked back frequently. Then she rounded a corner and stopped. A dead end.
“They figured out my password and are changing the passages so we can’t get out,” the girl whispered.
She then turned back to the screen. Tears were running down her face and blood was dripping from her forehead onto the floor. Her blond hair was a mess, and her smile false.
“Well, better luck next time, right?”
She looked down at the floor and started sobbing.
The beeping noises coming from Rikku had been growing in intensity. Sora tore his eyes from the screen and looked to Roxas. His eyes widened–Roxas was shivering violently and…crying. “Riku, stop now!” Sora yelled.
“What? But–” Riku started.
“Just do it, you’re hurting–” Sora wasn’t able to finish that sentence because Roxas started screaming.
“Stop it! Please, stop it!” the blond repeated over and over again. He was clutching his head as if in agony.
The beeping noises seized and Rikku froze, falling off Roxas’ arm, dislodging her connection cord. She twitched violently on the ground, then sprang up and started squeaking and playing random bits of different songs. Riku stared in horror as his persocom danced, then did aerobics, convulsed as if having a seizure, then finally lay still.
Riku and Sora stared in disbelief at what had just transpired. Then, in an instant, they regained themselves. Riku scooped up Rikku and called command after command for her to wake up, but there was no response. Sora immediately tended to Roxas. He didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but he clutched the persocom by the arms and tried to get him to look up.
“I have to go. Rikku is badly damaged. I need to see my father.” And without another word, Riku dashed out the door, slamming it behind him.
Sora did not have time to contemplate his friend’s state. He rubbed Roxas’ shoulders, cooing and speaking in soft parental tones. “It’s okay, it’s over. I’m here. I promise that will not happen to you again without your permission. I’m sorry…” he repeated over and over in different sequences.
Roxas kept crying harder and harder. Sora felt useless and helpless. He hurriedly tried to recall what his parents did when he was in this state. He remembered his mother would hug him and stroke his head until he quieted down. He looked at Roxas. True, a persocom wasn’t a five-year-old, but it was a better idea than sticking with the present apologizing.
Sora gently led Roxas’ head to his chest and in a soothing manner, stroked his hand over the spiky blond hair. He even hummed his mother’s song, just in case.
Little child, be not afraidThe rain pounds harsh against the glassLike an unwanted strangerThere is no dangerI am here tonight
Sora repeated that small verse over and over, his tone melodic and soothing as he remembered his mother’s was.
Slowly, the sobs subsided and sniffles were drowned away. Roxas’ breathing slowed and calmed to a soft hum. Sora leaned back and Roxas looked up at him.
“You okay now?” he asked.
Roxas nodded. Sora smiled and looked past Roxas into his room. “Come on, let’s go to bed. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”
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Sora yawned and stretched as he changed out of his clothes and into pajamas. His red shirt was pulled up and over his head, revealing a slim, flat chest and trim stomach. Next came the belt, which clanked to the floor. He then undid the first button of his pants and tugged them down to his ankles before he kicked them away. His legs were slender and strong. He sat down on the bed and was removing his socks when he heard a small wheeze from Roxas. He turned to the blond.“Something wrong?”
“No…I just didn’t think you wore plaid boxers.” Roxas was smiling.
Sora blushed and was about to retort when it occurred to him that he had just undressed in front of Roxas. He freaked and fell off the bed, crouching on the floor. “Don’t look at me!” he called.
He could hear Roxas’ laughter. Oh, it was a wonderful sound, it made Sora shiver…as well as feel humiliated.
“Oh, don’t be shy. I think they’re cute. And I suppose they kind of suit you.”
Sora heard this and his head popped up from behind the bed. “What’s th–” He unfortunately popped up at the wrong time…or the right time, as many may argue.
Roxas had unbuttoned his shirt and was sliding it over his slender but well-muscled arms. His head was tilted downwards, obscuring his eyes. His chest and arms flexed as he stretched them. Then he undid his jeans, letting them slide down his legs to pool at his feet, revealing tight, firm buttocks, a trim waist, flat stomach, and legs slim and fine as an athlete’s.
Sora’s cheeks grew red. He gulped, for his mouth was nearly watering. He was sure Roxas could give Adonis a run for his money.
Sora’s eyes grew wide as he saw Roxas move to take off his briefs. “Wait!” Sora squeaked.
Roxas stopped and looked over to him. “…do you wanna take them off?”
Sora’s mind exploded as he envisioned himself taking of Roxas’ briefs with his teeth. Stupid perverted mind!
Roxas chuckled and slid under the covers. Sora rolled his eyes and joined him, turning off the light.
For the a few moments, all that could be heard amongst the utter silence was their breathing. Sora shut his eyes and tried to get to sleep. He could feel his muscles relaxing, his mind drifting into the black murky waters that was unconsciousness. He could feel himself submerging. Deeper and deeper and…his body was encompassed by warmth.
Sora’s eyes shot open. He turned to find Roxas, who had snuggled up behind him. He had wrapped his arms around Sora’s waist. “You better be asleep,” Sora warned.
“I’m not. I wanted to be close to you,” Roxas murmured, snuggling his face into Sora’s neck.
Sora stiffened and suppressed a moan. When had his neck become so tender?
Roxas brushed his lips against the sensitive skin and was rewarded with a sharp jolt. He gently kissed his way down the brunet’s neck and licked the junction.
Sora couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped. “R-Roxas…”
Roxas flipped him over on his back and clamped his lips against Sora’s in a searing kiss that made Sora’s heart quicken. A hand slid down Sora’s chest, barely touching the over-sensitized skin. Sora closed his eyes and a moan escaped him as his hands clutched the sheets. The hand traced the line of elastic around Sora’s boxers before slowly dipping in.
Sora broke the kiss and turned his head away. “Stop, I…I can’t have sex with someone I barely know!”
Roxas’ eyes met his. The blue spheres were glazed with hunger. And that’s exactly what Sora didn’t want. Hunger.
“I’m into love first. I want the person I love to be my first,” Sora tried to explain. He didn’t know why he had to be such a romantic, but his heart was just screaming so many things. He knew he could have feelings for Roxas…but Roxas was a persocom and technically had no feelings, just programs. And so Roxas could never love him. A tear slid down his cheek. Damn it! Why was he crying?!
Roxas sighed and nodded, leaning down and kissing Sora’s forehead. “Then love shall come first,” he whispered.
“But you can’t feel love. Your programming is just saying you’re in a relationship with me,” Sora sobbed. He could feel Roxas stiffen above him.
“My programming…I do not feel or sense any programming in what I feel for you.”
Sora blinked through the tears up at him, confused. “What?”
“From the moment you awakened me, I felt like I belonged. I feel happy when you are near, and I feel sad when you leave.”
“That’s just programming.”
Roxas did not answer, instead he lifted Sora’s hand to his chest. Sora chuckled then stopped. His hand…he could feel…distinctly feel the rhythmic beating of a heart, not sound waves or mechanical humming. A real beating that could under no circumstances be mistaken for anything else. Sora gazed at the blond above him in disbelief. “What are you?”
Roxas looked just as distressed as he was. “…I don’t know.”
Sora dropped his head back to the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. Roxas curled up in Sora’s arms, his head resting on his chest. Sora could feel that Roxas was scared. Hell, he was scared. Nothing that was happening around them was making any sense at all.
Sora ran a hand through Roxas’ hair, trying, in some way, to convince both of them it would be all right.
“Sing that song,” Roxas whispered, his voice sounding mere minutes from dreamy sleep. Sora smiled and closed his eyes. His lips sung the melody and soon Roxas drifted off, Sora following behind him soon after.
Little child, be not afraid
The rain pounds harsh against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger
There is no danger
I am here tonight
Little child
Be not afraid
Though thunder explodes
And lightning flash
Illuminates your tearstained face
I am here tonight
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
Little child
Be not afraid
The storm clouds mask your beloved moon
And its candlelight beams
Still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight
Little child
Be not afraid
The wind makes creatures of our trees
And the branches to hands
They're not real, understand
And I am here tonight
And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forest and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
For you know, once even I
Was a little child
And I was afraid
But a gentle someone always came
To dry all my tears
Trade sweet sleep the fears
And to give a kiss goodnight
Well, now I am grown
And these days have shown
Rain's a part of how life goes
But it's dark and it's lateSo I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close
And I hope that you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning
Everything's fine in the morning
The rain will be gone in the morning
But I'll still be here in the morning
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Story will continue in chapter six, please comment!~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen
:Additional Notes:
“Lullaby for a Stormy Night” - A song by Vienna Teng.