Janin

By: Krizzie

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakeun Alice –bows-

Summary: In the back of her mind she hoped that someday, the blue eyes staring at her would be real.

A/N: A short drabble I came up with during break time. FLUFF!!!

I found myself staring into another Amanatsu.

…at least… I was supposed to.

The face was small, and realistic despite the lines going down her —his— cheeks. The metallic hair framing it shone a brilliant yellow, those unblinking eyes a brilliant blue. The detached chin, clanking as it moved up and down in a practiced speech, had that sharp angle that fit in perfectly with the face of the boy I knew from memory.

This isn't a replica of Mikan… it was of him.

I sat —because Hotaru Imai won't dare as such to COLLAPSE— on the smooth floor and rubbed my temples. My new Amanatsu clanked noisily, scampering around the room as it familiarized itself with its oiled joints.

"Ho-ta-ru" he spoke, the computer-like voice bordering between his voice and Mikan's. I buried my head in my arms. This is just so wrong.

I spent a couple more minutes watching him walk about, pondering on what the hell was I thinking when I made him, but gave up in favor of just… well… just watching him.

"Janin." I said loudly. Firmly. He turned, and I was stuck with the familiarity. Even his cheekbones look the same. I didn't know I was that much of an artist.

"…"

"Your name is Janin." I confirmed, nodding more to myself than him, before releasing a breath I hadn't realized I've been holding. It suited him I guess… with no particular reason. I just like the sound of it.

"I… like it." I knew that I probably programmed him to say that but I couldn't help the slight smile curving at my lips. And he smiled back… I think… as far as robots could smile anyway. "Th-eeeenk-yuuu."

I nodded. "Good. You don't have a choice anyway."

Silence stretched for a few more moments before I decided to stand and walk around again, tightening bolts ad greasing flexible joints. I could feel metallic eyes boring at my back and almost slapped myself as an unfamiliar heat rose to my ears.

Hotaru Imai doesn't blush, damn it.

A/N: The writing's so… rigid… argh… probably because I'm still not used to writing GA… need to work on that. REVIEW!