Hello, I am Marigold Sunlight, but you may call me Mari-chan if you wanna. Maybe I might change my pen name to something else. I dunno, your choice. -Grins- Anyway, yes, I am still writing my fic Secrets To Hide... I love that fic too much to stop from finishing it! This fic is loosely based on Chobits. (The whole Sakura'sa persocom thing. And the beginning is a little similar to the show's.) But it's very loosely based on it... and for the people who are waiting for Secrets To Hide's important Chapter VII, I have some of it done, so I'll be updating that one soon!

Unreal Sentiments

-Run Away-

Away...

Most intense jade green colors eyes of completely hollow emotion. No emotion actually. Unfocused black pupils, eyes half-closed, a soothing relaxing look spread over. Shaped in the delicate face in almond, long earthy lashes. A color of soft, light caramel. Smooth. Long bangs, following long and soft locks the color of amber, cascading down the feminine shoulders, stopping at her slim waist. Silkiness as the air passed through. She emitted radiance and beauty. But her eyes emitted emptiness. A hollow, empty shell. Full lips, cherry pink, straight lined. Her slim figure clothed in black. A curve-hugging, in some way costume, showing her fit stomach in a teasing, yet tantalizing way. Her knee-length boots would make a crackling sound against the concrete if she made a step. Her long left arm hidden in the costume, yet the right sleeveless, bearing a tattoo. Or not. A cherry blossom petal. Just a single petal. So small, yet not knowing it was so significant in a way. Her head angled down, eyes glittering in normal moisture as her bangs covered it. A look of shame, though in her eyes she did not show a thing... she was a persocom.

"She's not a good one, I'm afraid. This one will have to be de-programmed. We cannot trust who she meets if they come across such an advanced system... I want you to de-program her and throw her in the nearest, most discreet place you can find." Boredom. A monotonous voice whispered. She looked up to meet grey eyes. Short ebony lashes, round-shaped. Her mind calculated its body temperature. Thirty-seven and four tenths Celsius. The number came flooding through her mind in a second. She blinked her eyes once.

A plug. A plug was waved at her face... if you'd call it a her. She felt her body tense at its high watt capacity. She could see the periwinkle-blue electricity sparks. It hadn't even touched her skin... again, if you would call it skin, but sent an uncomfortable spark of knowledge through her. She was being punished. She read what she wasn't supposed to. Her mind was too intelligent for them to handle... her creator to handle. She didn't know that she wasn't supposed to read of the manner in which persocoms are used. Her lips opened slightly, yet the voice box made inside her throat did not emit a sound. It was funny to her. She was made a voice box, yet every time she opened her lips to utter a noise, it would not respond. Humans were too complex, she realized. Were you supposed to force oxygen out? She slowly made her eyelids close. Worth a try.

Before she could, however, an electricity spark went through her. She forcefully forced oxygen out of her throat. It made a strange, strangled noise. What was it called? Gasping, she reminded herself, something humans did to show that they were in pain, or surprise. Her eyes shot open. Her pupils started to disappear. Jade green became foggier. Endless passes of numbers and letters, all into a code, passed right through her eyes. She forced more air out. She was forgetting to do everything. She could not even count. What was happening to her? She didn't know how to explain. She realized, however, that a plug was connected to her lower back. She slowly started to respond, moving her body as if in struggle. She was forgetting. Two multiplied by twelve... was one? She didn't know even simple multiplication problems. A memory loss... maybe a virus? She didn't know what was going on. She lost response of her arms and legs. Her eyes started to close. Her voice box started to respond, but only made something humans called a whimper... a weak one at that. Her fingers twitched at the electricity that still passed through to her. Something sharp and strong made her clench her teeth and make a movement and sound humans called a wince. Was this pain? That feeling humans spoke so ill of? Why was she experiencing it? She was a persocom after all.

"I told you, persocoms like this one will not help our sales. It will only simply make persocoms more aware of their use and anger them, ending our rule over them. Seriously, do you want that?" One voice scolded another. Another voice made a startled whimper. "Good, now get rid of her. Think about it." The first voice said again "Make sure she's completely de-programmed, so she will not run away." Run away... that seemed like nice words to her. She wondered if they were good. She slowly closed her eyes. She forced more air out of her throat and forced her voice box into sounding the words. Her voice was weak, and so was her pattern. Before her pattern stopped, while she felt being what humans called carried, her mouth sounded out the words:

"R-Runn... Aw-way..."

Her voice was not robotic in any way. It seemed almost... human. Voice so soft, not audible enough, yet her advanced hearing could catch it. What did run away mean? Was it something bad? She didn't know. Her eyes slightly opened to see that man who waved the plug at her face and caused her the pain. His eyes snapped to hers. He looked startled. Her jade orbs were no longer had its intense hue. Her eyes were a deep onyx, small numbers and letters briefly passing by every two seconds. She was confused, her memory fogging, losing knowledge rapidly every passing second. She once again felt sharp electricity passing through her lower back, her eyes remained unmoved. Numbers came by slower and slower, until she could no longer have body responses... or mind. She slowly but surely shut down, not knowing the cause of the action.

She was de-programmed.

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"Whoa!"

Rain came pouring down in a fast pace. He placed his hood hastly over his head, then hurriedly placing his hands to his pockets. His nails digging in and out on the denim as a simple act of boredom. Breath coming out in long, soft, hot pants. Exotic eyes of illuminating twin garnets made a slight movement and focused downcast at the floor, raising his shoulders and lowering them once again. Vibrant complexion, features showing a boyish charm and carelessness about him. True, matching his dishevelled hair of dark-brown. His bangs covered his eyes halfway through, now wet, forming the contours of his forehead, touching against his dark eyebrows. His eyes seemed a mixture between vivid ruby and onyx. A sigh emmited from his throat into the still air weighted by rain. The harsh drops of water drummed on his body, the sky a deep grey, with even deeper grey clouds covering its usual beauty.

"Damn it! Why in the name of Weiner Shnitzel would it rain at this time? Kami-sama, do you really hate me?" He asked desperately, looking up at the sky as a way to add more effect. Suddenly it thundered, a periwinkle spark of electricity passing through the sky, splitting it in half. His eyes widened. "O-Okay?... So you do hate me." He ended, his expression showing puzzlement and in some way a little fear.

Looking toward the floor once more, he continued walking home from his work. Grinding his teeth at the unhelpful and unencouraging 'answer' he earned, he grumbled something that sounded like: God, I'm so unlucky. True, he was a little down on his luck. No money in his pockets at all. Not even back at his apartment. He didn't know if it was either because he was a very unlucky person, or he was being punished for something he didn't know he did. "God, it'd be so good to live back in China." He replied. The Chinese boy walked along the dark street. Suffering a little from boredom, frustration, and fatigue, he lethargically continued at a snail's pace. A car came wheezing by, smearing his clothes with a mixture of mud and water. He growled as the car passed by. "Asshole!" He yelled out.

Before the car left, the driver briefly stuck her head out of her window and replied with a very friendly hand gesture. Growling, he turned around, deciding to go through the alley so he wouldn't be as dirty as he did before. Though he was walking, however, he found something interesting. It was long, and had fingers... it was an arm. Confused, he crept closer to the arm. What did it mean? The sound of the pounding rain strummed in his ears, yet he ignored. His curiosity was much stronger. Looking in even closer, he noticed the arm was connected to something else, but that something else was hidden under heaps of the large black garbage bags. He threw them aside. What was connected to the arm was something he could not believe. It was a girl... limp dead. He screamed.

"Wha? Oh Kami-sama! Ahh!" He constantly replied, his eyes wide as saucers. Every second he stole a glance and started to scream again. Then, something caught his eye. He rolled her body over to the side, and his eyes focused on her lower back. He saw that there was a small, transparent-like port. His eyes became thoughtful again. "Where have I seen this before..." Then his eyes widened again, now with realization. "She's a persocom..." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Soon the thought dawned to him. She was a persocom. In the trash. Who seemed in good condition. He suddenly grinned. Why not take her? She seemed to not be broken. He finally decided to at least just check if she was broken and if she was he'd put her back in the trash. He gently picked the limp body up. She felt strangely light for him, then a second later all her weight came down on him. Luckily his apartment was not far away. He first closed his eyes in a wince, but then opened them again and slowly made his way to his apartment, carrying the shut-down persocom in his arms.

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He came to the living room, dressed casually. He showered and had decided to clean the persocom a little. It was uncomfortable for him, though he did remind himself it was only a persocom. As he unzipped the zipper of her boots, he came to pay attention to her features. He had to admit, she was rather pretty. Especially from the angle in which he stood from her. Her long auburn locks fell over her face as her eyes were closed with an unknown peace. His hand reached out to her cheek. Her skin was feathery-soft. How could they make things like this so... human-like? Maybe even perfectly? His eyes trailed down to her body. Heat rushed to his cheeks as his face colored. She had a slim, sexy figure. He shook his head and unzipped the other boot, afraid to look at her body again. What else would you expect from an eighteen-year-old virgin?

He carried her body to the bathroom, where the tub filled with warm water stood. He placed her to sit in the toilet, and his hands reached out to her back so he could unzip the costume. That was uncomfortable to him, since she was facing him, so he would have to move closer and look over her right shoulder to see what he was doing. She is only a persocom, he reminded himself, but still... she was a girl. No matter what, she was still a girl. He quickly unzipped her costume and hastily placed her naked body into the tub. Luckily the tub hid her body, except for her head. He sighed and started to wash her. Using a sponge, he wiped her face of the stains of mud she earned from being under the heaps of trash. Unknown to him, a small smile spread over his lips. He always wanted to have a persocom of his own. Envy would spread over him whenever someone from his work would get one, and he always hope to finally get one of his own. He rubbed the silvery-white shampoo onto her hair, watching it sud up in bubbles. His soapy hand placed his index lightly in her chin, placing it up. His face colored once more. She was pretty. She really was. She gave off innocence. Pure childish innocence. Yet there was something about her... something about her that canceled out the innocent appearance and made her look like a seductress. "Wow... they really worked good on her." He mumbled.

After washing her he dried her with an extra towel and dressed her in one of his looser button-up shirts. The red shirt reached down to her knees. He smiled and combed her hair. The least he could do was make her look somewhat nice. He himself felt stupid as he treated her as a human being. She was only a persocom. She couldn't feel pain. But absent-mindedly he continued to comb her hair, gently picking up the strand if it had a knot, something to do to feel less pain. When he was done he fumbled around his room and found a plug. He connected that plug to her lower back, the other side to his television. The screen turned black for a second, but then turned a lighter shade of black and codes jumbled around on the screen, but then there was none. One. Two. Three. Four. Five seconds, and the screen remained the same. He sighed, placing his head to his hands. She was broken after all. Sadly he put away the plug. There was no system on her. She can't move, speak, hear, or even think without one. With no hope, he turned on the button behind her ankle, and then leaned his head on the couch, closing his eyes. He was going to have to throw her out later.

Suddenly, a soft whirring sound reached his ears. His eyes snapped open to it. What was happening? Slowly the persocom's eyes opened, the deep onyx color showing. Only a few codes ran through, when her eyes turned to the most vibrant green he had ever seen. The uncertain Chinese boy stood still, afraid of what to do. She looked to him, her eyes unfocused, and crawled to him. Closer and closer. Her hands were on his legs to support herself up. She looked at him. That glittering, limpid pair of dark mahogany orbs. He stared back at the confused eyes of untroubled jade. He started to smile. She paid close attention to the movement of his lips. How his face changed. With her hearing she could hear his heart beat. She felt comfortable with the constant thumps in an even pace. What was he doing with his lips? Whatever it was, it was nice. She slowly tried to curve her lips herself, flashing a shy smile.

-TBC-

That means To Be Continued, if you did not know. -Smiles- So there you have it. Yeah, I know I haven't used any names at all, but there is a reason why, okay? Please tell me your opinions on it! This is the first time I write a fanfic based on something else...

Bye-bye!