Disclaimer: I do not own Chobits, persocoms and anything else related to the Chobits series, that all belongs to the esteemed authors & artists at CLAMP. The only thing that I own is Aika Megumi, Mina, Sai and Kei, that is all, so please don't sue me! O3o
Savage: Thanks to Meredith for reading this and helping me fix out the parts that could use some work! 8D
Prologue~ Seeds of Horror
A lonely room, though one cannot call it empty. Furniture donned in it meant only for the wealthy, a cream colored sofa, barely worn, an antique rug decorated the middle of it, pale pink with an ivory table that looked like a miniature version of one you would see in an expensive dining room on top of it. Round, accompanied by only two chairs, both occupied.
A young girl, with dark ebony locks cropped into a short bob that barely reached her shoulders, in them was a small white flower that contrasted sharply, though what kind she didn't know, she picked it from the garden merely because it was beautiful and it did not lose any of it's beauty when it was placed so carefully in her hair. She had deep green eyes that were specked with gold, making them seemingly shift color every once in a while.
She sat in one of the chairs placidly, drinking tea out of a finely adorned cup, her little fingers curled elegantly around the handle, just as manners told her to do.
On the opposite chair, there sat a young boy, seemingly a few years older than the little girl sitting across from him. His long, silver locks were pushed back into a ruffled disarray around his pale face, he had amber eyes the color of rich honey, a color capable holding deep warmth, but they were rather expressionless and blank -- as were persocom's eyes most of the time.
The young girl stared at him with a curious stare, he wasn't the newest model, he was one of the older ones. Her parents had gotten him for her as a birthday present, she had named him Sai. Being seven, she liked the simpler names that were easier for her to say than the more complex ones. The girl didn't know where her parents had gotten him from, she didn't know that he was used and had gone through more than one glitch that caused his previous owners to get rid of him. The storekeeper more than gladly left that out of the bargaining gimmick.
"Sai, do you like your new home? Are you happy to be here?" the girl asked, sensing a feeling of unease, she wasn't sure whether it came from herself or Sai.
"Yes, mistress Aika. It is lovely," the boy's voice was soft, calm and just as blank as his eyes.
Aika was not satisfied with his answer. She wanted him to show that he was happy to be there, not just say it. She didn't know that persocoms didn't really feel anything, not like a human and especially not such an old model like him.
"Sai, are you sure? You don't seem very happy!" she frowned lightly, her brow furrowing a bit as she stared at the persocom expectantly.
"Yes mistress, I am… happy," came Sai's quiet reply. His own brow furrowed in his first show of emotion, he was trying to comprehend the so-called-feeling of happiness.
Aika could tell he was getting uncomfortable with her question and pestering so she fell quiet, her eyes cast down to the carpet as she put down her cup, making a clicking noise as it met with the plate. She thought about how old Sai looked, he seemed to be about thirteen or fourteen -- she wondered if he knew what love was. She had heard about love from her servants and maids here and there, and even from her parents themselves, but she never quite comprehended what it truly was.
Inching forward to the edge of the chair, she leaned toward the young boy and whispered her question, she wanted it to be a secret that she didn't know what it was.
"Sai, do you know what love is?" words spoken in childlike innocence and a light voice. How could she have known what it could have triggered in Sai.
His eyes flashed red, a bright beacon of his anger. He spun around to the young girl with an open hand, the contact making a resounding crack against the brief silence that had followed her question. Aika cried out in pain as she fell off the chair with a thud.
"Love? Why would I know what love is? I'm just a pitiful persocom, right? How would I have any idea? I don't feel anything after all!" Sai let out a bitter, terrifying laugh that chilled Aika's blood as she held her cheek in pain.
"You… don't feel… anything?" she asked softly, more to herself than to Sai, but he heard her anyway. With a growl, he grabbed the front of Aika's dress and hauled her off the floor, glaring into her eyes with furious red eyes.
"Everyone seems to think so, that's why they ripped me apart from Mina! They ignored my love for her and brought me to you!" he said the words with disgust and hatred before he continued. "Now I will show you what my pain is truly like!"
With a quick pull of her dress, he ripped the cloth and revealed her pale flesh beneath, at once Aika let out a scream like only a seven year old could. With a disgusted grunt, he threw her against the nearest wall, which held up an immense mirror with elaborate golden lining.
As she crashed into it, it came down with her as gravity pulled them both down to the ground. The mirror landed on her right arm, shattering the bone and the mirror itself broke, so bits of the reflective surface became embedded in the limb. She screamed in pain and terror as she saw the blood seep out from underneath the mirror.
Sai bent down and stared into her panic-filled, teary eyes. He felt no pity for this creature, so weak and fragile. With a pale hand, he gently touched her cheek as Aika immediately flinched away.
The door to the girl's room suddenly opened, startling both occupants.
"Aika!" Her mother's voice came from the doorway and bother her and her father came into view.
"Mother! Help me! Sai is¾" Aika's cry was cut off by Sai's hand coming down over her lips.
"Aika here just had a little accident, as you can see…" Sai's voice was cold, and so much louder than before when they were both sitting at the table.
"Aika , no!" her mother's voice again, though Aika could barely see her through the suddenly haze clouding her vision ¾ caused by the pain of her arm.
"Let her go, Sai!" her father shouted at the psychotic persocom. "Or I'll have to shoot you!" Aika's eyes slid over to her father, and noticed for the first time that he was holding a gun in his hand, aimed straight at Sai.
"So shoot me! If you have the guts to! Anything is better than being here!" Aika vaguely felt Sai hold her face tighter in anger as he bent down and licked her cheek, she tried to cry out.
An echoing sound suddenly rang through the room, Aika thought it should have been louder, but she realized it was muffled due to her approaching unconsciousness.
Sai's hand went slack and slipped away from her mouth as he pitched forward, away from Aika. Screaming again, she began to fully lose her vision, the last thing she saw was the dark red puddle forming on the pale pink carpet -- the lush fabric becoming tainted with blood and Sai lying in the middle of it all.
Savage: Wow, my first Fanfic! Please be easy on me, but critique is greatly appreciated! Please R&R! Any reviewers will get internet pocky of your choice! |D