Disclaimer: I don't own Chobits, or Escaflowne. though I would love to have
my own Hideki, or Van, or Minoru, or Shimbo. Hehe.
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Chapter: Meet Ai
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Van paced around the warehouse frustratingly. Merle had given him a reserve for a new persocom. She was concerned that he was getting lonely when she went to study abroad. All he wanted was to be alone without the training of the new 'com he had to get. A large wall of persocom women was spread out around him. Each one was completely different from the last, and each equally boring to him.
He viewed the female robots as computers, nothing else. Sure he was kind to them and never harassed any of them but he never tried to form a bond at all. Rolling his eyes with a huff, he turned to the man beside him.
English born, he was pale, somewhat skinny and tall. Short brown hair and round glasses gave him a nerdish look but had the potential looks to be a man women would go after. He wore a long white lab coat and thick brown boots. His Japanese had a funny high ring to it so he spoke English more to Van.
"I can't find one Hoyt." said Van in annoyance. Hoyt scratched his head.
"We've went through more than thirty rooms of my best and beautiful persocoms and you can't find anything?" he asked in disbelief. "They are the best of the trade Van."
"I just can't find any. Merle should have never reserved me a pick on persocoms." he said with a sigh. Hoyt reached into one of his coat pockets and fiddled with some keys. After looking at it in consideration, a smile grew upon his intelligent face.
"There's one more model that I think you might like." he said with a glint in his eyes.
He led him through a long hallway of locked doors, each with a different key. They were dark with the exception of the small light bulb in the middle of each hall. At the last door, Hoyt pressed his hand on the large metallic pad beside the door and a small scanning laser shot into his eyes. The pad turned green and a mechanical voice said, "Enter." A huge metal door slid heavily to the side, revealing an intricate metallic room.
It was dark, like the expanse hallway and had many mechanical objects all around. The metallic room was cold and sterile, giving Van a small shiver. Hoyt turned to Van from the other side of a large steel cylinder. "Now close your eyes!" he said cheerfully. Van rolled his eyes and he shrugged. "Geez, rich people have no fun." he said with a huff. Reaching over to a control panel, he flicked a switch and pushed a blue button.
The top of the cylinder slid in fourths, under the bottom half. A blinding bright white light above them shone on the figure. It made him squint but he could make out the figure before him. A woman lay on the steel bed. Warm bronze skin lay evenly on her body, a few beauty marks scattered on her. Long, curly ebony hair cascaded down her body to her hips. Van caught his breath. He knew this was the persocom he wanted.
"She has that exotic look that you prefer. Also, she has a clever attitude and very smart, not like those soft, sissy models that everyone wants. I made her from a prior order from some secretive organization. Have you ever heard of the A.I. systems?" asked Hoyt, lowering the light's brightness to a pleasant glow.
He nodded. "Yeah, I heard it in the paper. There is a big frenzy about it, a lot of controversy. Some people were claiming that there are already A.I. models in society but I always thought it was a load of crap." he replied.
"Yes, I created the A.I. system. I finally beat that Kokobunji at inventing it. I made five existing models with the experimental unit. It has been perfected in the last one, three women and two male models. The first four I sold as normal persocoms to test them out in societal conditions. After learning of their perfect functioning, I created the perfected model before you. She is perfection to the truest sense of the word. Perfect with the impurities of you and I. Scattered beauty marks; split ends, inconsistency in eye color, different nail lengths. You name it, she probably has it." he said with pride.
Picking her up gently, he handed her to Van. He braced himself for the normal tons of weight that he would normally have to carry when it came to 'coms. Surprisingly, she was very light; lighter than some human women he has carried. "Wow, she's lighter than the other models." he said in wonderment.
"She's made with different internal parts. The organization had her custom made for their needs but they suddenly canceled their order and she's up for sale, at a certain price of course. I do have to warn you though; she can't do accounting, housekeeping, or anything of that nature. I decided to keep her as a personal companion. All she can do is log on the Internet and simple word processing, but she has to type it out." he said.
Van looked down to the woman in his arms. Her skin was softer than the other models he had back at his mansion, unbearably soft. She had the aura of wild innocence with her curly and unruly ebony hair. He smiled to her with sweet approval. "I like her. I'll take her. How much is she?" he asked, laying her back down onto the cold metal slate.
Hoyt scratched the back of his head and sweat dropped. "Oh yeah, about that, She costs about fifty-three million dollars." he said, making Van blink.
"What?! Fifty-three million dollars?! Come on Hoyt! She can't even do the basics and you sold the others for the regular price!" he yelled. "I'll pay Twenty million and that's all!"
The young man cupped his nose in thought, one thing he did very often. He shrugged and said, "I guess; you're my friend and sponsor after all. Her name is Ai, standing for 'Artificial Intelligence.' It's funny though; Ai in Japanese means love. I never thought of that." he said with a smirk.
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Van carried her in an insulated body bag from the backseat of his black corvette. It was a pain to get her in unscathed but he wanted her to be brought in without a scratch. He took great care in carrying her into the large white mansion with the blue roof. A group of about ten women with cat-like ears greeted him at the main hall. "Greetings Lord Van." they cheered. They all wore standard French-maid attire with the puffed out skirt. All of them bowed slightly and gave a delicate smile. "Is that a new persocom Lord Van?" asked one of the mouse-eared 'coms with short blue hair.
He nodded and smiled. "She's a new one but she won't be joining you however. She's purchased as a companion." he said, holding his purchase close to him.
Another girl, one of the taller ones with long black hair and bold yellow eyes bowed and replied, "But you have all of us Lord Van. We can be your companions if you're lonely." Her voice was silky, almost in a purr with a hint of playfulness.
Smirking, he said, "Yes but I think you all might want to stay in my bed with me." All of the 'com maids giggled and blushed. 'I guess I'm not so cold at all with the persocoms.' he said and he walked ahead, up a few flight of stairs and to his room. Inside, he gently laid her on the bed and unzipped the bag, revealing the mechanical goddess inside. Pulling it away, he stood over her; trying to remember the instructions that Hoyt gave him.
"Oh yeah, there's a stupid ring you're supposed to pull where the switch normally is." he said and felt around her groin area for it. All he could feel was her soft womanhood. "I hate starting up persocoms. Why couldn't the activation switch be on their head or something? This is totally indecent."
'Her ring is inside of her so you'll have to dig deep.' he could remember Hoyt yelling as he got into his car. He smacks his forehead. "How dumb am I? It's inside of her body." he says and slumps sadly shortly after saying this. " I really hate activating persocoms. This is degrading." he said.
Hesitantly, he sticks his fingers into her, searching for the ring. 'I bet he's laughing his ass off right now." he thought. Closing his eyes in searching, he rummaged around for it. He propped his arm to the side of her to keep his balance. Feeling the soft and smooth interior made him blush somewhat. 'Where's that damn ring?' he thought, wanting to finish his inappropriate probing quickly. His index finger skimmed something metallic in her. "Aha! Got it!" he exclaimed as he got a grip around it and pulled. As it came unloose, juices started to flow inside of her and she began to heat up. Then Van did a stupid thing.
"Holy shit! I've lost the ring!" he exclaimed as he stuck his forefinger back inside. After a bit of jostling around, he heard a moan. Looking up scared to the woman, he saw her still; in the same way she was when he laid her down. Shaking his head, he resumed to his seeking. He finally found the ring buried deep inside of her. After a little jiggling, he got a hold of it and finally yanked it out. Her sticky and sweet juices covered the ring, making it slippery. "Thank the gods! She sure is gooey." he said with a chuckle.
As he stood up, he came face to face with the female divinity he brought to his bed. He blinked and looked into her chocolate brown eyes. She kept her gaze on his and raised a soft, dark hand to his face. He blushed and looked down, spilling out apologies and it's-not-what-you-think's. Her hands pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him softly. She licked his lips ad he met hers in a sweet stroke. "Van." she sighed and pulled him on top of her, pulling his shirt off and shyly moving her hands across his fine toned chest. He kissed up and down her neck. relishing in her sweet taste. His hands skimmed her bare hips and moved up to her breasts. fondling one while sucking the other. She traced her hand down his chest and his hard stomach. She reached the top of his pants and smirked seductively. This all was making him unbelievably aroused and he watched her hand slip into his pants, breathing heavily.
Unfortunately, this didn't happen and Van blushed at his thoughts. She looked into his eyes and suddenly, her face contorted into disgust. She screamed and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying across the room. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked annoyed. Scrambling to the head of the bed, she grabbed the soft silk sheets and made a futile attempt in covering herself. All of her luscious curves were outlined quite attractively. He blinked at this thought and shook it out of his head. 'Why are persocoms so gorgeous?' he thought as he stood up.
Walking to the bed, he could see her recoil scared into the sheets. "Don't touch me! I'm not your pleasure slave!" she said and scooted back. He blushed at this and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't want you for sex. I bought you to be my companion; my friend." he said, nearing her slowly. She stopped retreating and pulled the covers off of her face a little. Her beautiful coffee-colored eyes brilliantly hidden behind long, shy lashes looked up to him in question.
"Then why were you sticking your fingers into me?" she asked. He scratched the back of his head.
"I was turning you on." he said, earning a scared look from the girl. He mentally slapped himself. "I mean that I was activating you. It kinda got lost and I had to fish it out of you. I didn't mean anything wrong." he said persuasively. She let the red satin sheet fall, revealing her succulent body. Ai had the most beautiful body Van had ever seen. It was a lot more attractive when she was activated and running. Her long wild locks accented her chocolate curves. Ai's breasts were perfectly round and placed, somewhat large but not too much larger than his hands would probably be able to. Her waist was even and slightly curved. 'I wonder how it would be like to hold her there.' he thought as he licked his lips.
"Van?" she asked, lightly concerned. She moved over to him a little and looked up to him with a worried look. He looked down to her and smiled. She grinned and looked around his room. "Do you have clothes that I can borrow? I don't like being naked." she said, laying on his bed. Nodding, he silently walked out the door and silently closed it.
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She walked around his room. It was large and had white paneling. The bed she was laid upon was huge, a bit larger than a king sized bed. The long red drapes were drawn back and let the sunlight shine in, filling the room with wonderful light. A fireplace was set into the wall next to the window, the farthest from the bed. Above the mantle was a beautiful painting of a handsome man, a beautiful woman, and two boys. One looked to be about fifteen with short light-blue hair and red eyes. The other was a small raven-haired boy, about the age of five; he too had ruby eyes. She traced a finger down the face of the smaller boy. He must have been Van because the other man looked too old to be him.
Sitting down onto the bed, she waited. This all got too boring for her and she decided to set out herself. Grabbing one of Van's shirts out of a drawer, she pulled it over her head and went to the door. The halls were long and she started to feel small. Intently, she walked down the first hall. They were long and the hardwood floor was feeling cold against her warm feet. Shivering, she walked to what she figured to be an important room.
Opening it, she saw Van inside. He was scrambling around, trying to find out what dress would fit her. She smiled and hugged him from behind. He straightened up and spun around with shock in his eyes. She pulled on her short cat-like metal ears and looked up to him annoyed. "What took you so long? I thought you've died or something." she said. He visibly blushed and looked away from her. She raised an eyebrow and walked over to him so he could face her. "What's wrong with you?" asked Ai.
He looked to her chest and pointed. Looking down, she could see her breasts practically hanging out of it because the neck was so low. She sighed and pulled up the neck of the shirt so it would only show a little bit of cleavage. "I couldn't figure out what kind of dresses you would like." he said, regaining his composure. His long raven bangs shielded his eyes shyly. Raising a hand, she brushed them away to look into them. They were the truest red that she even could dream of. She shook her head and smirked.
"I don't mind wearing your clothes, they're comfy and I don't think I need to be completely dressed up right now." she said. She could tell he was checking her out and she growled annoyed. "I don't like to be lusted after Van." she said, her hands on her hips. Sure, she was scantly dressed in only his shirt, which hung at her upper thighs, but he was looking at her as if he hadn't eaten for days. He snapped out of it and nodded.
Laying the dresses on the bed, he turned to her and smiled. "I don't mind. You will, at one point, have to get your own wardrobe of clothes." he said politely. She liked Van. It seemed as if he felt awkward around her and she liked that.
"I know." she said, deciding to play with him for a little bit. She wrapped her hands around his neck. He towered over her so she was only able to rest her head on his shoulder. Pressing her body against him, she trained herself to his scent. It was masculine, wood and grass. ".but they feel nice on me. Don't you think Van?" she asked. He gulped and she looked up to him in search of approval. 'Now I get to see his resistance level.' she thought with a smirk.
"Um. I don't know. They probably d-do. He heh. I think that we should go and.um.find you a room to sleep in." he stuttered. She looked with puppy dog eyes. Putting on a very good pout, she brushed a hand through his silky hair. She rose up onto her tiptoes and kissed him softly. She could feel his body stiffen but relax. Smiling against the kiss, she let her tongue trace his bottom lip. He moaned and rubbed his hand up and down her left thigh.
Releasing from the kiss, she frowned. She was disappointed that if she could just walk up to him and kiss him like that, he really could be taken advantage of by a woman without the good intentions like she had. He noticed her distress and frowned as well. "Don't let anyone do that to you Van, people can take advantage of your kindness." she said with a small smile. Hugging him, he decided she liked Van. He was a nice person, like her father, but less involved in things. She placed her face onto his shoulder and sighed.
"We should get you a room to sleep in." he said, releasing her from the hug. She smiled and followed him. Walking closer back to his room, he opened a door a few rooms away from his. The room was beautiful to her. All of it was covered in white lace and red silk. She walked up to the large canopy bed. Transparent silk curtains covered the canopy, giving it a soft and romantic seclusion. There was a large armoire there, taller than her and a nice cherry wood color.
Ai hugged him and ran up to the bed, pulling back the curtains so she could get a better look of the bed. She crawled up into the bed, accidentally letting her shirt hike up her waist. Pulling it back down, she sat Indian-style on the bed. It sunk softly under her light weight and she smiled in satisfaction. Van walked up to the bed and sat at the edge. "I hoped you would like it. Well, I'll let you get yourself situated and I'll have the maids get you some comfortable clothes." he said and left her to wallow in the softness of the sheets.
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A/N: Hey! I hope you like this chapter. It's kinda retarded but I'm going to get better, like my other story, "The Painting." Well, review and I might continue it! If I don't get enough good ones, Bye Bye ficcy!!! Oh yeah, I'm also going to continue, "Tears in a Wastebasket." Well, bye!!! SHIMBO RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
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Chapter: Meet Ai
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Van paced around the warehouse frustratingly. Merle had given him a reserve for a new persocom. She was concerned that he was getting lonely when she went to study abroad. All he wanted was to be alone without the training of the new 'com he had to get. A large wall of persocom women was spread out around him. Each one was completely different from the last, and each equally boring to him.
He viewed the female robots as computers, nothing else. Sure he was kind to them and never harassed any of them but he never tried to form a bond at all. Rolling his eyes with a huff, he turned to the man beside him.
English born, he was pale, somewhat skinny and tall. Short brown hair and round glasses gave him a nerdish look but had the potential looks to be a man women would go after. He wore a long white lab coat and thick brown boots. His Japanese had a funny high ring to it so he spoke English more to Van.
"I can't find one Hoyt." said Van in annoyance. Hoyt scratched his head.
"We've went through more than thirty rooms of my best and beautiful persocoms and you can't find anything?" he asked in disbelief. "They are the best of the trade Van."
"I just can't find any. Merle should have never reserved me a pick on persocoms." he said with a sigh. Hoyt reached into one of his coat pockets and fiddled with some keys. After looking at it in consideration, a smile grew upon his intelligent face.
"There's one more model that I think you might like." he said with a glint in his eyes.
He led him through a long hallway of locked doors, each with a different key. They were dark with the exception of the small light bulb in the middle of each hall. At the last door, Hoyt pressed his hand on the large metallic pad beside the door and a small scanning laser shot into his eyes. The pad turned green and a mechanical voice said, "Enter." A huge metal door slid heavily to the side, revealing an intricate metallic room.
It was dark, like the expanse hallway and had many mechanical objects all around. The metallic room was cold and sterile, giving Van a small shiver. Hoyt turned to Van from the other side of a large steel cylinder. "Now close your eyes!" he said cheerfully. Van rolled his eyes and he shrugged. "Geez, rich people have no fun." he said with a huff. Reaching over to a control panel, he flicked a switch and pushed a blue button.
The top of the cylinder slid in fourths, under the bottom half. A blinding bright white light above them shone on the figure. It made him squint but he could make out the figure before him. A woman lay on the steel bed. Warm bronze skin lay evenly on her body, a few beauty marks scattered on her. Long, curly ebony hair cascaded down her body to her hips. Van caught his breath. He knew this was the persocom he wanted.
"She has that exotic look that you prefer. Also, she has a clever attitude and very smart, not like those soft, sissy models that everyone wants. I made her from a prior order from some secretive organization. Have you ever heard of the A.I. systems?" asked Hoyt, lowering the light's brightness to a pleasant glow.
He nodded. "Yeah, I heard it in the paper. There is a big frenzy about it, a lot of controversy. Some people were claiming that there are already A.I. models in society but I always thought it was a load of crap." he replied.
"Yes, I created the A.I. system. I finally beat that Kokobunji at inventing it. I made five existing models with the experimental unit. It has been perfected in the last one, three women and two male models. The first four I sold as normal persocoms to test them out in societal conditions. After learning of their perfect functioning, I created the perfected model before you. She is perfection to the truest sense of the word. Perfect with the impurities of you and I. Scattered beauty marks; split ends, inconsistency in eye color, different nail lengths. You name it, she probably has it." he said with pride.
Picking her up gently, he handed her to Van. He braced himself for the normal tons of weight that he would normally have to carry when it came to 'coms. Surprisingly, she was very light; lighter than some human women he has carried. "Wow, she's lighter than the other models." he said in wonderment.
"She's made with different internal parts. The organization had her custom made for their needs but they suddenly canceled their order and she's up for sale, at a certain price of course. I do have to warn you though; she can't do accounting, housekeeping, or anything of that nature. I decided to keep her as a personal companion. All she can do is log on the Internet and simple word processing, but she has to type it out." he said.
Van looked down to the woman in his arms. Her skin was softer than the other models he had back at his mansion, unbearably soft. She had the aura of wild innocence with her curly and unruly ebony hair. He smiled to her with sweet approval. "I like her. I'll take her. How much is she?" he asked, laying her back down onto the cold metal slate.
Hoyt scratched the back of his head and sweat dropped. "Oh yeah, about that, She costs about fifty-three million dollars." he said, making Van blink.
"What?! Fifty-three million dollars?! Come on Hoyt! She can't even do the basics and you sold the others for the regular price!" he yelled. "I'll pay Twenty million and that's all!"
The young man cupped his nose in thought, one thing he did very often. He shrugged and said, "I guess; you're my friend and sponsor after all. Her name is Ai, standing for 'Artificial Intelligence.' It's funny though; Ai in Japanese means love. I never thought of that." he said with a smirk.
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Van carried her in an insulated body bag from the backseat of his black corvette. It was a pain to get her in unscathed but he wanted her to be brought in without a scratch. He took great care in carrying her into the large white mansion with the blue roof. A group of about ten women with cat-like ears greeted him at the main hall. "Greetings Lord Van." they cheered. They all wore standard French-maid attire with the puffed out skirt. All of them bowed slightly and gave a delicate smile. "Is that a new persocom Lord Van?" asked one of the mouse-eared 'coms with short blue hair.
He nodded and smiled. "She's a new one but she won't be joining you however. She's purchased as a companion." he said, holding his purchase close to him.
Another girl, one of the taller ones with long black hair and bold yellow eyes bowed and replied, "But you have all of us Lord Van. We can be your companions if you're lonely." Her voice was silky, almost in a purr with a hint of playfulness.
Smirking, he said, "Yes but I think you all might want to stay in my bed with me." All of the 'com maids giggled and blushed. 'I guess I'm not so cold at all with the persocoms.' he said and he walked ahead, up a few flight of stairs and to his room. Inside, he gently laid her on the bed and unzipped the bag, revealing the mechanical goddess inside. Pulling it away, he stood over her; trying to remember the instructions that Hoyt gave him.
"Oh yeah, there's a stupid ring you're supposed to pull where the switch normally is." he said and felt around her groin area for it. All he could feel was her soft womanhood. "I hate starting up persocoms. Why couldn't the activation switch be on their head or something? This is totally indecent."
'Her ring is inside of her so you'll have to dig deep.' he could remember Hoyt yelling as he got into his car. He smacks his forehead. "How dumb am I? It's inside of her body." he says and slumps sadly shortly after saying this. " I really hate activating persocoms. This is degrading." he said.
Hesitantly, he sticks his fingers into her, searching for the ring. 'I bet he's laughing his ass off right now." he thought. Closing his eyes in searching, he rummaged around for it. He propped his arm to the side of her to keep his balance. Feeling the soft and smooth interior made him blush somewhat. 'Where's that damn ring?' he thought, wanting to finish his inappropriate probing quickly. His index finger skimmed something metallic in her. "Aha! Got it!" he exclaimed as he got a grip around it and pulled. As it came unloose, juices started to flow inside of her and she began to heat up. Then Van did a stupid thing.
"Holy shit! I've lost the ring!" he exclaimed as he stuck his forefinger back inside. After a bit of jostling around, he heard a moan. Looking up scared to the woman, he saw her still; in the same way she was when he laid her down. Shaking his head, he resumed to his seeking. He finally found the ring buried deep inside of her. After a little jiggling, he got a hold of it and finally yanked it out. Her sticky and sweet juices covered the ring, making it slippery. "Thank the gods! She sure is gooey." he said with a chuckle.
As he stood up, he came face to face with the female divinity he brought to his bed. He blinked and looked into her chocolate brown eyes. She kept her gaze on his and raised a soft, dark hand to his face. He blushed and looked down, spilling out apologies and it's-not-what-you-think's. Her hands pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him softly. She licked his lips ad he met hers in a sweet stroke. "Van." she sighed and pulled him on top of her, pulling his shirt off and shyly moving her hands across his fine toned chest. He kissed up and down her neck. relishing in her sweet taste. His hands skimmed her bare hips and moved up to her breasts. fondling one while sucking the other. She traced her hand down his chest and his hard stomach. She reached the top of his pants and smirked seductively. This all was making him unbelievably aroused and he watched her hand slip into his pants, breathing heavily.
Unfortunately, this didn't happen and Van blushed at his thoughts. She looked into his eyes and suddenly, her face contorted into disgust. She screamed and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying across the room. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked annoyed. Scrambling to the head of the bed, she grabbed the soft silk sheets and made a futile attempt in covering herself. All of her luscious curves were outlined quite attractively. He blinked at this thought and shook it out of his head. 'Why are persocoms so gorgeous?' he thought as he stood up.
Walking to the bed, he could see her recoil scared into the sheets. "Don't touch me! I'm not your pleasure slave!" she said and scooted back. He blushed at this and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't want you for sex. I bought you to be my companion; my friend." he said, nearing her slowly. She stopped retreating and pulled the covers off of her face a little. Her beautiful coffee-colored eyes brilliantly hidden behind long, shy lashes looked up to him in question.
"Then why were you sticking your fingers into me?" she asked. He scratched the back of his head.
"I was turning you on." he said, earning a scared look from the girl. He mentally slapped himself. "I mean that I was activating you. It kinda got lost and I had to fish it out of you. I didn't mean anything wrong." he said persuasively. She let the red satin sheet fall, revealing her succulent body. Ai had the most beautiful body Van had ever seen. It was a lot more attractive when she was activated and running. Her long wild locks accented her chocolate curves. Ai's breasts were perfectly round and placed, somewhat large but not too much larger than his hands would probably be able to. Her waist was even and slightly curved. 'I wonder how it would be like to hold her there.' he thought as he licked his lips.
"Van?" she asked, lightly concerned. She moved over to him a little and looked up to him with a worried look. He looked down to her and smiled. She grinned and looked around his room. "Do you have clothes that I can borrow? I don't like being naked." she said, laying on his bed. Nodding, he silently walked out the door and silently closed it.
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She walked around his room. It was large and had white paneling. The bed she was laid upon was huge, a bit larger than a king sized bed. The long red drapes were drawn back and let the sunlight shine in, filling the room with wonderful light. A fireplace was set into the wall next to the window, the farthest from the bed. Above the mantle was a beautiful painting of a handsome man, a beautiful woman, and two boys. One looked to be about fifteen with short light-blue hair and red eyes. The other was a small raven-haired boy, about the age of five; he too had ruby eyes. She traced a finger down the face of the smaller boy. He must have been Van because the other man looked too old to be him.
Sitting down onto the bed, she waited. This all got too boring for her and she decided to set out herself. Grabbing one of Van's shirts out of a drawer, she pulled it over her head and went to the door. The halls were long and she started to feel small. Intently, she walked down the first hall. They were long and the hardwood floor was feeling cold against her warm feet. Shivering, she walked to what she figured to be an important room.
Opening it, she saw Van inside. He was scrambling around, trying to find out what dress would fit her. She smiled and hugged him from behind. He straightened up and spun around with shock in his eyes. She pulled on her short cat-like metal ears and looked up to him annoyed. "What took you so long? I thought you've died or something." she said. He visibly blushed and looked away from her. She raised an eyebrow and walked over to him so he could face her. "What's wrong with you?" asked Ai.
He looked to her chest and pointed. Looking down, she could see her breasts practically hanging out of it because the neck was so low. She sighed and pulled up the neck of the shirt so it would only show a little bit of cleavage. "I couldn't figure out what kind of dresses you would like." he said, regaining his composure. His long raven bangs shielded his eyes shyly. Raising a hand, she brushed them away to look into them. They were the truest red that she even could dream of. She shook her head and smirked.
"I don't mind wearing your clothes, they're comfy and I don't think I need to be completely dressed up right now." she said. She could tell he was checking her out and she growled annoyed. "I don't like to be lusted after Van." she said, her hands on her hips. Sure, she was scantly dressed in only his shirt, which hung at her upper thighs, but he was looking at her as if he hadn't eaten for days. He snapped out of it and nodded.
Laying the dresses on the bed, he turned to her and smiled. "I don't mind. You will, at one point, have to get your own wardrobe of clothes." he said politely. She liked Van. It seemed as if he felt awkward around her and she liked that.
"I know." she said, deciding to play with him for a little bit. She wrapped her hands around his neck. He towered over her so she was only able to rest her head on his shoulder. Pressing her body against him, she trained herself to his scent. It was masculine, wood and grass. ".but they feel nice on me. Don't you think Van?" she asked. He gulped and she looked up to him in search of approval. 'Now I get to see his resistance level.' she thought with a smirk.
"Um. I don't know. They probably d-do. He heh. I think that we should go and.um.find you a room to sleep in." he stuttered. She looked with puppy dog eyes. Putting on a very good pout, she brushed a hand through his silky hair. She rose up onto her tiptoes and kissed him softly. She could feel his body stiffen but relax. Smiling against the kiss, she let her tongue trace his bottom lip. He moaned and rubbed his hand up and down her left thigh.
Releasing from the kiss, she frowned. She was disappointed that if she could just walk up to him and kiss him like that, he really could be taken advantage of by a woman without the good intentions like she had. He noticed her distress and frowned as well. "Don't let anyone do that to you Van, people can take advantage of your kindness." she said with a small smile. Hugging him, he decided she liked Van. He was a nice person, like her father, but less involved in things. She placed her face onto his shoulder and sighed.
"We should get you a room to sleep in." he said, releasing her from the hug. She smiled and followed him. Walking closer back to his room, he opened a door a few rooms away from his. The room was beautiful to her. All of it was covered in white lace and red silk. She walked up to the large canopy bed. Transparent silk curtains covered the canopy, giving it a soft and romantic seclusion. There was a large armoire there, taller than her and a nice cherry wood color.
Ai hugged him and ran up to the bed, pulling back the curtains so she could get a better look of the bed. She crawled up into the bed, accidentally letting her shirt hike up her waist. Pulling it back down, she sat Indian-style on the bed. It sunk softly under her light weight and she smiled in satisfaction. Van walked up to the bed and sat at the edge. "I hoped you would like it. Well, I'll let you get yourself situated and I'll have the maids get you some comfortable clothes." he said and left her to wallow in the softness of the sheets.
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A/N: Hey! I hope you like this chapter. It's kinda retarded but I'm going to get better, like my other story, "The Painting." Well, review and I might continue it! If I don't get enough good ones, Bye Bye ficcy!!! Oh yeah, I'm also going to continue, "Tears in a Wastebasket." Well, bye!!! SHIMBO RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!