Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Computer ❯ Chapter Six: Snow ( Chapter 6 )
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By: PixieDust291 
Chapter Six
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 408 | Status: Completed
Chapter Six
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 408 | Status: Completed
Perfect Computer
Chapter Six: Snow
The morning was crisp and full of frost. Some leftover snow had frozen on the naked trees. Birds chirped as they flew and swooped to gather insects they found. The sun was out, which was rather surprising because it was winter and the sun hardly ever showed its glistening baldness.
Sora groaned as the beams blinded him through his window. He cringed and opened his eyes, glaring at the transparent glass. He contemplated on how maybe he should get one of those folded, fabric window blinds, though ultimately he dismissed the thought. He rolled over, sighed and closed his eyes once more.
“Did you have a good sleep?” came a whispering voice.
Sora grinned into his pillow. “Yes, I did.”
His eyes opened and absorbed an image of Roxas, in nothing but briefs, sitting cross-legged in front of him. Sora blinked, then screamed and feel out of his bed. A second later, his head popped up over the side of the bed. He felt extremely foolish for forgetting that Roxas had slept with him the previous night.
Roxas looked at Sora in utter bewilderment.
He fingered the date on the calendar absently. He hadn’t meant to bring Riku into all this, though he had to admit Riku was being helpful…and perverted. His thoughts then wandered to Roxas. How could the blond have a heartbeat if he was a machine? This reminded him of that anime he watched not too long ago. If he remembered correctly the character’s name was…Chise…and she was from the show…Saikano…? But Sora severely doubted that Roxas was a military experiment designed to destroy the world.
The microwave beeped and Sora retracted the steaming cup. He blew on the noodles and was about to take a bite when Roxas caught his attention. The blond was simply staring out the window at the tree in front of the apartment complex. Roxas was acting like the tree was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“Something caught your eye?” Sora asked.
“What is that?”
“What is what?”
“That white powder?”
Sora’s brows furrowed. “It’s snow.”
“Snow?”
“Have you never seen snow before?”
“I am aware of what snow is. But I’ve never seen it,” Roxas explained.
A knock that sounded at the door alerted Sora before Riku entered and called, “Hey Sora! Got some good news!” Rikku was sitting on his shoulder as usual, and today she was dressed in a pink playboy bunny outfit.
Sora stared at the small girl. “Um…Riku…should I be worried about your fascination with making your persocom wear erotic clothes?”
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” Riku answered in genuine confusion. Then his face contorted into a scowl as his mind fully understood Sora’s implication. “No, Sora, I’m not like that. You sick perv, the mobile units are not programmed for those functions. Besides you’re one to talk, Mr. I-make-my-male-persocom-dress-in-girls’-clothes.”
R 20;That was you!” Sora protested. He rolled his eyes, not wanting an argument. “So, what news do you have for me?”
Riku sat down on the counter. “I looked up a chat forum yesterday on the history and manufacturing of persocoms. I was able to get a hit on a man that deals in making custom persocoms. He’s very good at his work, but his merchandise costs twice as much as the factory products. However, his are more reliable and never go out of fashion, and his persocoms adjust to their environments. I called him up and explained our situation. Don’t worry, I’m sure he can be trusted. I’ve set up a meeting for you to see him later this afternoon. Maybe he can work out what the hell your persocom is.”
Sora’s gaze turned to Roxas, who was still gazing out the window. “I’m not sure he’s a persocom at all, Riku.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think…he might be part human. I felt his chest last night and…he has a heartbeat.”
Riku didn’t say anything, but his head turned to look at Roxas. “If that’s true, Sora…then the fewer people that know about this, the better.”
Sora smiled and extended his hand. “Come on, let’s go meet this man.”
Roxas nodded and happily clasped the hand.
Sora had half-expected Roxas to let go as soon as they descended the stairs, but the blond persisted and didn’t show any signs of stopping. They exited the building and into the courtyard.
“Well, hello, Sora,” came a sweet feminine voice.
Sora looked to the side to see Aerith, the manager of the apartment complex, sweeping off some of the snow drifts from the porch. “Oh, good morning, Ms. Aerith.” Sora bowed, Roxas bowing at his side.
“My, is this a friend of yours?” Arith smiled at Roxas.
“Oh, this is my persocom. Roxas, I’d like you to meet Ms. Aerith.”
Roxas bowed again. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Arith seemed delighted by this. “Are you boys off to class?”
“No, we’re…going to see a friend.”
“Oh. Well, take care of yourself. By the way, I’m going to be making some brownies later on today. Would you like me to make a batch for you?”
“Yes, that would be great. I love brownies! Thanks!” Sora beamed as he walked away.
They walked a few blocks before Roxas spoke, “What is a brownie?”
“A brownie? Um…it’s an American treat. I guess you could compare it to…chocolate cake,” Sora tried to explain.
“Do you like American food?”
“Well…I suppose. I mean, who doesn’t like hamburgers or french fries? But the things I like the most are the sweets. The things they make with chocolate are delicious.” Sora laughed and looked to Roxas, who was giving him a bemused expression. He sighed and took out the map from his pocket. From what the scribble said, the house should be around here…
Sora gaped at the mansion that stood before him. This couldn’t be the–it was! Sora gulped. Geez, Riku had said that guy made custom persocoms…he should have known that the man would probably be rich.
Sora walked up to the intercom and pushed the button.
A female voice rang in and asked, “Hello, Spiritual Persocom Services. Who is calling?”
“Um…my name is Sora…I was–”
“Oh yes, we heard you were coming. Please enter.”
The doors opened, and Sora nearly fainted when he saw what was inside. Four life-size persocoms with metal ears stood in the doorway. One was dressed as a cat girl, another as a French maid, and the other two were twin playboy models in bathing suits. Sora used one hand to plug his nose and the other to cover his groin.
“Don’t get so hot and bothered. It’s just a few persocoms,” came a rugged male voice.
Sora looked up. On the winding staircase stood a man in his early twenties. He had short brown hair, blue crystal eyes, and a scar in the middle of his face. He was dressed in an all-black Armani suit with a red shirt. Sora gulped. Now he knew what Kairi meant when she called a man a “gorgeous specimen of masculinity.”
“My name is Leon Lionheart. Riku says you need my help.” Leon spoke in a clear voice. He then looked to his persocoms. “Attend to him. I will meet you in the dining room.”
The persocoms nodded and walked towards Sora. At this moment, the brunet freaked out as slender arms wrapped around his legs and breasts were pushed against his body.
Sora stuttered and struggled. “N-no…i-it’s…quite…hey, no…stop! That tickles!” They finished with his shoes and jacket, then departed.
He sighed from his place on the ground and looked up at Roxas. He got no friendly welcome there, as the blond was glaring at him.
“What? What’s gotten you so angry?” Sora questioned.
“ ‘I’m into love first,’ ” Roxas imitated him. “Well, you seemed to be perfectly fine when those persocoms started being all affectionate.”
Sora’s eyes grew wide. “What are you talking about? I was screaming. You can’t seriously be angry at me for that. I had no idea they were even going to do that.”
Roxas cast his eyes down at the ground. “All right…I’m sorry.”
Sora raised a brow. “Were you…jealous?”
Roxas’ cheeks grew pink and he looked away.
Leon watched this with growing curiosity. “Come in. We have much to discuss, I see.”
~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen
:Additional Notes:
Saikano - an anime, manga, and OVA series by Shin Takahashi.
Chapter Six: Snow
The morning was crisp and full of frost. Some leftover snow had frozen on the naked trees. Birds chirped as they flew and swooped to gather insects they found. The sun was out, which was rather surprising because it was winter and the sun hardly ever showed its glistening baldness.
Sora groaned as the beams blinded him through his window. He cringed and opened his eyes, glaring at the transparent glass. He contemplated on how maybe he should get one of those folded, fabric window blinds, though ultimately he dismissed the thought. He rolled over, sighed and closed his eyes once more.
“Did you have a good sleep?” came a whispering voice.
Sora grinned into his pillow. “Yes, I did.”
His eyes opened and absorbed an image of Roxas, in nothing but briefs, sitting cross-legged in front of him. Sora blinked, then screamed and feel out of his bed. A second later, his head popped up over the side of the bed. He felt extremely foolish for forgetting that Roxas had slept with him the previous night.
Roxas looked at Sora in utter bewilderment.
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Sora placed his bowl of instant ramen in the microwave and turned to the calendar on his refrigerator. He didn’t have class today, so he should probably go see Riku and tell him what had happened last night…minus all the undressing and nosebleeds.He fingered the date on the calendar absently. He hadn’t meant to bring Riku into all this, though he had to admit Riku was being helpful…and perverted. His thoughts then wandered to Roxas. How could the blond have a heartbeat if he was a machine? This reminded him of that anime he watched not too long ago. If he remembered correctly the character’s name was…Chise…and she was from the show…Saikano…? But Sora severely doubted that Roxas was a military experiment designed to destroy the world.
The microwave beeped and Sora retracted the steaming cup. He blew on the noodles and was about to take a bite when Roxas caught his attention. The blond was simply staring out the window at the tree in front of the apartment complex. Roxas was acting like the tree was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“Something caught your eye?” Sora asked.
“What is that?”
“What is what?”
“That white powder?”
Sora’s brows furrowed. “It’s snow.”
“Snow?”
“Have you never seen snow before?”
“I am aware of what snow is. But I’ve never seen it,” Roxas explained.
A knock that sounded at the door alerted Sora before Riku entered and called, “Hey Sora! Got some good news!” Rikku was sitting on his shoulder as usual, and today she was dressed in a pink playboy bunny outfit.
Sora stared at the small girl. “Um…Riku…should I be worried about your fascination with making your persocom wear erotic clothes?”
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” Riku answered in genuine confusion. Then his face contorted into a scowl as his mind fully understood Sora’s implication. “No, Sora, I’m not like that. You sick perv, the mobile units are not programmed for those functions. Besides you’re one to talk, Mr. I-make-my-male-persocom-dress-in-girls’-clothes.”
R 20;That was you!” Sora protested. He rolled his eyes, not wanting an argument. “So, what news do you have for me?”
Riku sat down on the counter. “I looked up a chat forum yesterday on the history and manufacturing of persocoms. I was able to get a hit on a man that deals in making custom persocoms. He’s very good at his work, but his merchandise costs twice as much as the factory products. However, his are more reliable and never go out of fashion, and his persocoms adjust to their environments. I called him up and explained our situation. Don’t worry, I’m sure he can be trusted. I’ve set up a meeting for you to see him later this afternoon. Maybe he can work out what the hell your persocom is.”
Sora’s gaze turned to Roxas, who was still gazing out the window. “I’m not sure he’s a persocom at all, Riku.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think…he might be part human. I felt his chest last night and…he has a heartbeat.”
Riku didn’t say anything, but his head turned to look at Roxas. “If that’s true, Sora…then the fewer people that know about this, the better.”
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Sora put on his shoes and sighed. It was a quarter past ten, so Sora was sure he wouldn’t be late to meet…whoever this guy was. He tapped his toes on the tile before turning to Roxas. The blond already had his shoes on and was waiting patiently. He was wearing one of Sora’s black t-shirts and a pair of faded blue jeans. Sora himself was wearing much the same attire, except he wore a red shirt.Sora smiled and extended his hand. “Come on, let’s go meet this man.”
Roxas nodded and happily clasped the hand.
Sora had half-expected Roxas to let go as soon as they descended the stairs, but the blond persisted and didn’t show any signs of stopping. They exited the building and into the courtyard.
“Well, hello, Sora,” came a sweet feminine voice.
Sora looked to the side to see Aerith, the manager of the apartment complex, sweeping off some of the snow drifts from the porch. “Oh, good morning, Ms. Aerith.” Sora bowed, Roxas bowing at his side.
“My, is this a friend of yours?” Arith smiled at Roxas.
“Oh, this is my persocom. Roxas, I’d like you to meet Ms. Aerith.”
Roxas bowed again. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Arith seemed delighted by this. “Are you boys off to class?”
“No, we’re…going to see a friend.”
“Oh. Well, take care of yourself. By the way, I’m going to be making some brownies later on today. Would you like me to make a batch for you?”
“Yes, that would be great. I love brownies! Thanks!” Sora beamed as he walked away.
They walked a few blocks before Roxas spoke, “What is a brownie?”
“A brownie? Um…it’s an American treat. I guess you could compare it to…chocolate cake,” Sora tried to explain.
“Do you like American food?”
“Well…I suppose. I mean, who doesn’t like hamburgers or french fries? But the things I like the most are the sweets. The things they make with chocolate are delicious.” Sora laughed and looked to Roxas, who was giving him a bemused expression. He sighed and took out the map from his pocket. From what the scribble said, the house should be around here…
Sora gaped at the mansion that stood before him. This couldn’t be the–it was! Sora gulped. Geez, Riku had said that guy made custom persocoms…he should have known that the man would probably be rich.
Sora walked up to the intercom and pushed the button.
A female voice rang in and asked, “Hello, Spiritual Persocom Services. Who is calling?”
“Um…my name is Sora…I was–”
“Oh yes, we heard you were coming. Please enter.”
The doors opened, and Sora nearly fainted when he saw what was inside. Four life-size persocoms with metal ears stood in the doorway. One was dressed as a cat girl, another as a French maid, and the other two were twin playboy models in bathing suits. Sora used one hand to plug his nose and the other to cover his groin.
“Don’t get so hot and bothered. It’s just a few persocoms,” came a rugged male voice.
Sora looked up. On the winding staircase stood a man in his early twenties. He had short brown hair, blue crystal eyes, and a scar in the middle of his face. He was dressed in an all-black Armani suit with a red shirt. Sora gulped. Now he knew what Kairi meant when she called a man a “gorgeous specimen of masculinity.”
“My name is Leon Lionheart. Riku says you need my help.” Leon spoke in a clear voice. He then looked to his persocoms. “Attend to him. I will meet you in the dining room.”
The persocoms nodded and walked towards Sora. At this moment, the brunet freaked out as slender arms wrapped around his legs and breasts were pushed against his body.
Sora stuttered and struggled. “N-no…i-it’s…quite…hey, no…stop! That tickles!” They finished with his shoes and jacket, then departed.
He sighed from his place on the ground and looked up at Roxas. He got no friendly welcome there, as the blond was glaring at him.
“What? What’s gotten you so angry?” Sora questioned.
“ ‘I’m into love first,’ ” Roxas imitated him. “Well, you seemed to be perfectly fine when those persocoms started being all affectionate.”
Sora’s eyes grew wide. “What are you talking about? I was screaming. You can’t seriously be angry at me for that. I had no idea they were even going to do that.”
Roxas cast his eyes down at the ground. “All right…I’m sorry.”
Sora raised a brow. “Were you…jealous?”
Roxas’ cheeks grew pink and he looked away.
Leon watched this with growing curiosity. “Come in. We have much to discuss, I see.”
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Story will continue in Chapter Seven, please comment!~This Chapter was beta corrected by Airen
:Additional Notes:
Saikano - an anime, manga, and OVA series by Shin Takahashi.