Light Family Memoir
Oneshot 1 - Sunrise
Xavier Light was nothing less of a genius.
He got straight A's in almost all his courses (give or take the one or two courses that gave everyone a hard time because of its curriculum), was apart of two or three important clubs, and overall had a positive outlook on things.
Xavier was only a sophomore in college, but he had the potential to be much more than that, even going so far for the chance to graduate early and even be offered jobs to work at some of the biggest businesses in the country- in the world even- upon his graduation.
The 20-year-old really didn't want the fame or the fortune, especially after growing up so humbly. Like his father, he just wanted to make the world a better place with his knowledge of robotics.
A couple of these offers arrived in the mail this sunny morning, causing Xavier to let out an audible sigh. He didn't know how many times he'd have to tell these companies that he was already set on working at his father's company, Light Labs, upon his graduation from the local college he attended. Light Labs was no contender compared to some of the places he'd been offered, but he had reassured his father time and time again that he was set on where he'd work. It wasn't like these offers would expire right away.
After all, the bright student couldn't imagine moving out of his family's four bedroom, 2.5 bath dream anytime soon.
It had originally only been two bedroom, his parents and his own, but with the introduction of three new younger robots that his father and himself considered family, it only seemed right to give them their own rooms.
Xavier closed the front door, taking the remaining mail with him. He put them down only for a second to make himself more presentable by brushing out the creases in his blue shirt and blue sweatpants and brushing his fingers through his short, brushed brown hair before headed into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes filling the air.
In front of the stove stood a young girl in a simple red dress and red dress shoes; her synthetic blonde hair pulled up and out of her way into a bun with a green bow- although he knew she preferred to wear it in a ponytail- and her blue eyes focused on her cooking.
The youngest of the three younger siblings, Roll, was always up early with him, since part of her directive was to clean and serve meals, something that she had become accomplished in. She was sweet and overall kind, but also had an attitude that had developed from dealing with mainly himself and her fraternal twin, Rock.
If anything, Rock kinda reminded of himself when he was younger. Although he never bothered to ask, he wouldn't be surprised if that his father had based his personality of what he remembered of his own child when Xavier was Rock's age.
Rock was next to come downstairs as Xavier sat down at his usual place at the table, his brown hair still a bit messy and his blue eyes a bit droopy, but overall prepared for the day ahead in his usual blue t-shirt and black shorts. He was second youngest of the family, only a little bit older than Roll. He was simular to Roll personality-wise, but for some reason got on her nerves, whether it was his occasional childish nature or just siblings being siblings, Xavier was unsure.
As his younger brother sat down at the table, a robotic red dog came up beside him and laid down his feet. Xavier immediately recognized Rush, the dog that had been given to Rock as a birthday present to his last year. Rush was a loyal companion to Rock in his spare time, when he wasn't helping their father at the lab. Rock kept himself busy with a handheld video game system that all them had received from Dad last Christmas, hoping that would improve their ability to cooperate together.
But at the same time, Mario Kart was not a good game to teach 'cooperation', even if the elder two always teamed up against the younger two.
The letters Xavier found himself going through bored him quickly. They were same old offers, so he simply threw them aside and stared up at the TV stationed on the wall across from him, a news station on it cycling through the regular news.
If there was time, he'd offer up a race in their favorite game, but he didn't want to make either himself or his father late for their own priorities. It could wait until later.
Another set of footsteps came down the stairs, this revealing to the second oldest sibling, only rivaling himself, Blues. His brown short hair, which had only been recently cut from the longer style that he had been originally designed with, was a little more combed back than Rock's, and his eyes, which Xavier and their father knew were blue, just like the others, were covered by the shades he always seem to wear.
X knew there was more to the story, but hadn't bothered to ask. He also seemed to wear the same yellow scarf around his neck that father had bought for him years ago, along with a grey long-sleeved shirt and black pants.
Blues wasn't like the twins, who had been designed for the sole purpose to be his siblings and his father's children, and to assist with either chores around the house or at the lab. He was once a combat robot prototype, created when Xavier was only 10. Back then, Light Labs didn't have a lot of funding as it did now, so the best outcome was to receive funding from the government in return to build robots for the military. After that plan fell through, however, father retired his prototype's armor and weaponry, creating his first robotic son.
Blues, of course, needed a new directive of some sort, so father put Blues in charge of watching over the house and Roll so she could focus on cleaning. He also occasionally helped out at the lab if need be.
Finally, their father came down, just as breakfast was laid out. A humble, pacifistic man, he led Light Labs with pride. He hardly ever shaved his beard, as if it was apart of him. X couldn't remember the last time he had, nor could he remember the last time seeing his father in some type of semi-formal clothing. When was the last time the family had even taken a formal vacation, he couldn't help but wonder, though Xavier knew it had been some time.
A pile of pancakes, along with plenty of healthy toppings, lied on the counter next to three blue cans of special chemicals, an energy tank, or E tank, as it was sometimes called. The three robots took up the energy tanks while him and his father took pancakes. Xavier prefered keeping it simple; some strawberries, bananas, and syrup on top, but the options were always left out if he wanted to experiment. That and a glass of juice seemed to do the trick.
Conversation was light, but nobody seemed to mind as the faint noise of the TV playing in the background and natural noises of movement or things outside kept the room from being overwhelmingly quiet. When someone decided to talk to another, it was usually on the topic of school or work. Leisure was the last things on their mind, as a whole day was ahead of them.
After breakfast finished up, Dad and Rock departed first, needing to get to work. There was a project they were working on together with the rest of the company, but it was so hush-hush that neither of them would tell any of the siblings about it. They'd still know before the general public, that was for sure.
X got up from the table a few moments after he heard the door slam behind them, and grabbed his backpack, waving goodbye to Blues and Roll before heading out to the public bus stop to catch a ride to the college campus.
That was how it was every morning, and there was never a doubt in his mind about it.
The bedroom was almost pitch black, illuminated by a candle lit at Xavier's bedside, its fragrance making the room smell fresh. He held the custom picture frame in his hands, staring at both the silly decorations and the picture inside of the frame. The picture was a simple family photo, taken years ago. Both his father and mother stood behind a 6-year-old version of himself, which could almost be mistaken for Rock if one didn't see that the child in the photo had green eyes, much like Xavier himself.
He hardly remembered his mother, dying from a long period of struggling from illness when he was 8. He loved her regardless, as so did father. They couldn't forget the woman who kickstarted their dreams.
The frame went back on the night stand, and with a single blow, the candle flickered out, encasing the room in black as X fell asleep soon after.
