Wooow, another story already? WORK ON THE OTHERS, KIR.
...Anyway, I had a dream about this one, so...Yeah. XD I know people have done this kinda stuff before, but this is a bit different. (I hope)
Please enjoy the weird crazy! I am writing more now...And, this will be DeiSaso, KisaIta eventually. -
Akatsuki and all characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
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Light brown eyes framed by long lashes searched the pseudo-carnage around their owner's desk for a certain part...Ah! Hidden beneath a stack of papers and robot fingers, as always. It was a tiny microchip; the final piece to one of his newest androids. He plucked it with utmost care, blew off the dusty coating, and trotted into the back room.
On a long metal table in the center of the room, what appeared to be a thirteen-year-old boy with long black hair sat perfectly still. To someone who was not familiar with androids, the boy's posture and closed eyes would've meant sleep. But the creator knew that his creation had not yet been born.
Stepping behind the young android and pushing crimson hair from his face, the man inserted the chip into the back of its neck without a pause. He wasited for a moment, listening to the soft mechanical whir. Then, as the android lifted its head, the creator felt a smile touch his plae lips.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully, moving to where the android could see him. "Do you know who I am?"
The android blinked at him with red-tinted obsidian eyes before answering in a slightly metallic voice, "Creator."