Authors Note: Based off Clears Good ending in Re:connect and contains Yaoi (BoyXBoy), just a fair warning for viewers out there. Read with precaution as it could go from fluff to…something else out of nowhere. XD

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Aoba P.o.v

Clear has started living with me and Ba-chan lately and he's helping us a lot with the housework and looking after me, like a kid. I get annoyed when he's always grooming me all the time like that, I mean it's not like I can't brush my hair, eat, sleep or shower on my own you know… Or at least that's what I want to tell him but… When he gives me that cheerful smile as he does all these things for me, my heart softens, and I find it extremely difficult to break it to him. I'm practically old enough to look after my own kid now, I wish there was some way I could prove it to him.

Putting all that aside, I've been noticing that Ba-chan has been coming home really late lately, sometimes not at all. She tells me that she's staying at a friend's house and always leaves food for us although Clear can cook but she never did this before, so I'm suspicious. I feel my face burning red as I remember something else as well. Moreover… That idiot always takes advantage of this…And does a lot of weird stuff to me.

Like Yesterday (Flashback):

"Aoba-san! Dinner is ready~" Clear calls in an excited voice, smile stretched across his face as he holds up a large metal spoon dripping in soup. He's wearing an apron…But nowadays he always wears something underneath since Ba-chan could come home any moment.

"I'm right behind you…Baka." I scolded him and he gives off a friendly chuckle.

"It kinda feels like…I'm your wife Aoba-san~"

I blush and push myself from my seat. "Wh-What are you saying?! You're a guy so shouldn't you be a husband..." Why am I getting so flustered all of a sudden anyway?!

"Eh? Would you prefer it if I had a more masculine role Aoba-san?" He frowns, but still continues to smile. "Sorry… It's just that I cook and clean so I consider myself more a wife. But! If you want me to be your husband instead then I don't mind."

I blushed. "It's not like that at all…" I said as I looked away to avoid eye contact. "I get embarrassed why you say stuff like that to me, that's all…"

"Aoba-san…"

Clear walks over and places the bowl of soup he made gently on my table, hands me a spoon but with his presence nearby I couldn't think straight so I dropped into the bowl midway. A droplet of hot soup splashes onto my face and burns the corner of my mouth. I reflexively cage the area with my hand.

"Ita!" I yelp, still feeling the burn on my skin.

"Aoba-san!" Clear says in a worried tone as he places a cloth on his hand and leans into my face to wipe it off. "Sorry! I should have waited for the soup to cool down before giving it to you."

"What are you even apologising for?! It was obviously my fault that I got burnt."

"No."

Clear grasps tightly onto the hand that I was covering my face with and pulls it down, leaning in closer to my face with the cloth near. With the cloth just centimetres away from my face, he suddenly pulls it away and instead felt a wet but cool stroke against the burn. It felt nice and relieved the pain…But that's not the point here!

Like a helpless dog, he smeared the harmed area in his mucus completely, and although I tried to push him away, he didn't stop.

"Cl-Clear!" I whimpered. "Stop it… It's all better now…So you don't have to anymore…"

He suddenly stops, and pulls back to cover his mouth in embarrassment.

"Ah- Sorry! I got ahead of myself again…"

His face returned to his cute but guilty state as usual and I tense down a bit. He's always like this…I later reassure him that everything's fine now, and his smile returns once more to his lips.

End of Flashback.

I flinched when Clear tapped my shoulder as I was remembering what happened yesterday. He dropped his eyelids noticing my surprised reaction.

"Is something the matter…Aoba-san?" He asked me in a calming tone.

I smiled at him. "It's nothing Clear, Don't worry."

Not listening to what I was saying, Clear grabbed the both of my wrists and push me down onto the couch, on his knees as he was on top of me, hinting the situation. The sudden impact of my back being pressed onto the seats of the couch kept my lips tight. I pressed my legs together since I wanted to avoid feeling too excited since it'd be hard for me to hide later. Clear leans his face over me and stares at me intensely as he pushes my arms over my head with one hand as if his fingers were the claws of a machine.

He strokes my hair with the other and places it gently to his lips. "You don't realise how delicately I have to treat you, Aoba-san. Because unlike machines, when humans break, they either die, or live with that for the rest of their life." He closes the distance of our faces more and leans down to my ear. "I don't want you to suffer, Aoba-san."

I pause for a moment as I had to choose the right words for Clear to understand. I gently place my hair through his soft hair.

"I'm not as delicate as you think I am, Clear." I told him in a soft voice. "I mean it's not like you want me to always be paranoid of you either right? And I'm not a child anymore; I can look after myself, so you should just spend your own time enjoying yourself."

Clear pulls his face back up and I saw his eyes widen but then smiles as if he's realised something. "That's no good Aoba-san…" He shoves his arm under my shirt and I felt the cold touch of his hands race on my chest. "Because I won't be at ease unless I can always be useful to you…And look after you for the rest of my life."

I blush and grabbed onto the hand under my shirt with both hands. "I'm telling you Clear- I'm old enough to look after myself now- Ah!" His hand suddenly moves to the left side of my chest and he presses onto it. Wait…Is he…Listening to my heartbeat? He smiles gently as he looks as if he's counting, counting every single beat that my heart makes. It must be tough on him to concentrate though, since my hearts working a little harder than the norm.

The sound of keys jiggling catches both our attention and Clear slowly pulls his hand out of my shirt, and heads for the door. I sit up and straighten out my clothes, trying to cool my face down before Ba-chan catches me blushing. I hear the click of the door opening and notice Clear freezing in place, almost shocked. Impatient to find out what he's standing so still for, I get up and dash towards the door, at first staring at Clear, but then shifting my gaze towards Ba-chan, and also froze in place.

In Ba-chans arms as a tightly wrapped white blanket with two little hands sticking out. The ball of baby blue hair stood out the most, combined with a pale layer of skin. I couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl since babies don't have a lot of distinctive gender features and also because the child was sound asleep. Sudden thoughts flicker through my head: Whose child was this? What were they doing here? I then notice the bags under Ba-chans eyes and the extra wrinkles on her face, indicating that she hasn't slept well for days.

I point at the baby. "Ba-chan…Don't tell me that you-"A sudden fist is whacked onto my head. "ITA!"

"Of course not you numbskull! How old do you think I am now?!" She hollered at me.

I rubbed my head and glance up. "Then Who's…?" I considered that Ba-chan might've adopted the child since she did the same thing to me but… Then again don't tell that Koujaku really did it this time… I then look at Clear, and notice that he's been staring at the child for a while, but hasn't said anything. I shake him to catch his attention. "Clear?"

"Ah- Aoba-san…" He says with a sheepish smile, but then turns back to the child. Ba-chan shakes the baby a little, and they open their eyes, revealing an unusual pink colour and starts wailing. Clear widens his eyes while I look at him confused.

"So you've noticed…" Ba-chan says quietly. Noticed? Noticed what? Ba-chan glances over to me and gently places the baby in my hand, after examining their face more closely, I was able to confirm that it was a girl due to the slightly feminine features that she had. I held her tightly in my hands as she continued crying and my head starts to ache slightly, not from the crying…But from something else. "Aoba, Clear, listen closely."

I glance away from the child for a while and stare directly at Ba-chan. Clear looks at her, not knowing what to expect. "Ba-chan… Where did you get her?" I asked, implying that she might've been adopted.

Ba-chan sighs and then looks at us straight in the eye. "She's you're responsibility now, you two will now live your lives as parents starting today."

Clear and I both look at her, pale faced and shocked as we couldn't believe the news. This kid in my hands right now…Is actually mine?

(30 minutes later)

Clear P.o.v

Tae-san explained everything for us… How our child was made and everything that happened in the lab. For the past year, Tae-san has been working hard for the both of us, combining Aobas DNA and forging some artificial features onto the child for her to be born as "ours". It's a complicated process, but I could tell by her words that it was the same way Aoba-san was born, being experimented on and fixed before and after birth until her appearance was perfected to look like ours. At first I thought it was impossible since I wasn't human, but I didn't realise that there were some people out there who were actually born with my features, and Tae-san used their DNA to make her. I smiled and played with her hair for a while as she sat upright using Aoba's back as support and she giggled, but toppled over and I caught her. She's really does look like Aoba-san…Warm too. I'm envious…If only I was made the same way as well too. She turns around and stares at me, with her bright pink eyes that looked almost too colourful to be real and grinned. I smiled back in reflex.

"How cute~" I said out loud. I just couldn't believe that she was real, sitting in front of me right now. But even though I'm greatly envious of her, I'm also very happy.

"Have you two thought of a name yet?" Tae-san asked us.

"N-Name? Well Erm…" Aoba stuttered, coming into realisation that this was reality, and that he was about to take on a huge responsibility. He turns to me. "Do you have a name, Clear?"

"AOBA!" I said, smiling with flowers around my face. Aoba pinches my nose. "Ita!"

"You… Are you taking this seriously at all?"

"Gomenasai~"

Aoba lifts his head up with two fingers and thinks about it seriously. "How about 'Cloud'?"

"Eh? Cloud?" I asked with curiosity. "That's a strange name."

Aoba pouts. "Well SORRY. I just wanted to name her something that reminded me of you since she has more of you features."

I took a glance to her. It's true that she has my wavy hair and eyes, but even though her hair colour is a mix of mine and Aoba's, her face was clearly Aoba's. I really wanted to name her "Aoba" for real, but I guess it'd be hard trying to call either of them by their name.

"Why Cloud?" I asked him, curious. I'm actually surprised he came up with a name that quickly, don't tell me that he's been thinking about it…?

"Well she's not Clear like you are, where she can be easily read, transparent and confined." I didn't really understand what he was trying to get here, but me and Tae-san both listen quietly. "She's more like a Cloud; hard to read, soft and well, free. She can float wherever she wants to, come out of completely nowhere and…" Aoba pauses for a second, but then inhales. "They say that Clouds… Shape what we want."

I blush and stare as Aoba avoids eye contact from me. "Aoba-san…" So he has been thinking about it after all… But he's too embarrassed to admit it. How cute…Knowing this, I easily accept her as a member of our family but picking her onto my lap. "We'll name her Cloud-chan then!"

Tae-san sighs but then decides to speak up. "Good thing that went more smoothly than I expected it to be… But listen up you two!" We both turn our attention to her and she frowns. "There are two things I think that you shouldn't mention to her until she gets older; or better yet never at all. One is that she was made in a lab, more specifically Toue's new and improved one; and the other is that…" She takes a quick glance to me. "That Clear isn't human."

I stay slightly and Aoba-san flinches. "Ba-chan Why-!"

"This is for Clear's sake, Aoba!" Tae-san scolds him. "If she grows up like this, then she'll become accustomed to treating Clear as if he were a real Human being."

Tae-san…Even considered how we should raise her for us. She put so much effort into this to make us happy. I tighten my fist realising that I had no idea how to repay the debt.

"I agree." I told her and Aoba-san stayed silent, knowing that I made up my mind.

"Okay… I won't say anything if Clear's said so." Aoba-san said quietly.

Tae-san sighs. "Well, now that's over an done with, I'm going to bed." She gets off of the couch that she was sitting on whle explaining to us and heads for her room, before taking a quick glance back at us. "Make sure Cloud doesn't make too much of a ruckus when I'm not around."

Aoba-san sweats nervously and I smile, turning my gaze to the baby that I held in my hands. She's so small and fragile… There's no way such a little human could be too much of a problem if both me and Aoba-san are looking after her right?

(3 Hours Later)

Aoba-san lies splattered on his bed with his arm and leg dangling out as I lie face down onto the floor. I never knew that even robots could get exhausted…Until now. Cloud sits in the corner of the room, playing around with a few wires in her hand. To my concern, I push my body off the ground and crawl to her, untangling the wires gently from her tiny hands.

"No Cloud… You shouldn't play with them, you'll get hurt."

Tears start to swell up in her eyes as she attempts to pull the wires back into her grasp, but fails. "Urgh…"

I sigh. "I suppose you can't understand me anyway. I didn't think humans were so hard to look after at a young age…" I didn't realise that I sounded a little harsher than usual since I put a lot of strain on Aoba-san, who was currently taking a nap and that didn't help stop Cloud from crying.

"WAHHHHHH!" She started to cry.

I waved my hands in front of her, panicked. "Ah No- SSH SSH Sorry!" She didn't stop craying, and Aoba-san was going to wake up from all the noise. "I-I know! I'll sing you a song to soothe you!" I took a deep breath. "Yura yura yurameku nami no ma ni; yasashiku, yasashiku, tadayotte, umi he iku…"

I made sure to sing as softly as possible, making the melody from my voice smooth and soothing to calm Aoba-san and Cloud. As soon as I was about to sing the next verse of the song, I slowly opened my eyes and saw an unusual sight.

Cloud, who was just crying a few minutes ago, was now sleeping soundly. Watching her breathe relieved me, knowing that she wasn't going to sleep forever and I would never see her awake again. I picked her up gently and pushed Aoba-sans body to the side, giving a more comfortable position to sleep in. I laid Cloud next to him and lied on the other side, using out bodies like a cage to make sure she doesn't fall the bed. I pulled my arm over and gently hugged both Aoba-san and Cloud. I smiled gently as I closed my eyes.

"Is this what having a family feels like… Grandpa?"

A/n: This was a random story I wanted to write about on impulse so dun judge meh too harshly okey DX