Zettai Kareshi drabbles
Author- NaitoKei
Main characters- Izawa Riiko, Tenjo Night, Asamoto Hiro, Ito Mika(?)
Plot- Drabbles of Riiko x Night. Maybe Hiro x Riiko?
Um. Mika-bashing? XD I don't even know if she's going to be in this at all… Probably not.
Based on J-Dorama.
-Chapter One: Sleep
Riiko lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was the weekend, and she was getting a small break from work. But she felt so restless, and rolled over, struggling to get comfortable enough so that she could slowly doze off. She closed her eyes in a vain attempt, and breathed evenly.
If she tried hard enough, she could slightly hear the relaxing 'whirrr' noise of Night recharging. It was completely silent, otherwise, in her cozy apartment.
She sighed, and rolled over onto her back, pouting. Pulling her blanket over her head, she firmly shut her eyes, and waited for slumber.
But it never came, and she threw off her blankets in frustration. She sat up, and rubbed her eyes. She wanted desperately for rest, but her body just wouldn't let her.
She looked around at the messy room, and then her eyes landed on the bathroom, where a certain robot lover was recharging.
Riiko gave a small smile. Night was always sweet to her. She sat on her bed, Indian-style and then thought of her supposed boyfriend.
What time did he get up at the morning? Whenever she woke up, she would find breakfast already made on the table. She never bothered to wonder when it got there or what he had done to get it. Though she may disregard it as an every-day type of thing, Riiko realized just how special breakfast became. It was an odd epiphany. Nothing special had happened, but now, that she had been living so long with Night, she couldn't imagine spending a day without him.
He always tried so hard for her. She gave a small smile. Sometimes, she did feel bad, about saying those things to him—when they were on that vacation trip. She didn't mean to say that "I wish I never bought you, Night!" But she always convinced herself that he was a robot. He didn't really have feelings. So she shouldn't care about her actions towards him… Right?
Riiko cast another glance to Night. Even if he was a robot, she began to think of him more as a human. Her eyes widened, and shook her head.
No!
He was simply an electrical appliance… Namikiri-san said so himself.
Though Night could be in water, under the skin it was all wires and machinery. Everything that he did or say was programmed. He didn't think for himself. Nor could he do anything other than what she had established for him. He was supposed to make her happy, even though sometimes he didn't.
But… Riiko thought to herself.
Even if everything he did was programmed, she couldn't deny that just everything he did was sweet. And sometimes, she would forget that he was a robot. Lately, he seemed like less of one anyways.
Looking at the clock, she saw that it was about 12:00am. Midnight already? She wondered to herself. I'll never get sleep this way…
And before she really thought about what she was doing, she went over to the bathroom, and knocked on the door, "Night…?"
Her hand froze in the air. What was she doing?
"Riiko?" Night called from inside. She could hear the doorknob turn, and he was looking down at her with that awfully cute smile of his. "What's wrong, Riiko?"
Riiko looked away, "I… I couldn't sleep…" She didn't know what else to say. She didn't even know why she had called him up. What could he do?
"Oh," Night stepped out, "Do you want a massage?" He gestured a basic massage gesture in the air.
Riiko would always refuse his offer, but tonight she figured she would try anything to try and get to sleep. She sighed, and nodded. Besides, work was getting more hectic than usual. She was a bit stressed out, and her back was feeling slightly overdue…
When she nodded, Night's grin seemed to widen, and she looked up a bit amused. He seemed so happy.
She was about to apologize for waking him up so late, but it's not like he was dreaming or anything. He was a robot.
"What level do you want?" He asked, as she got on the bed, laying on her stomach. She tilted her head.
"Um, I don't really know," She replied, "I don't really care. You can do whatever level you want…" She closed her eyes.
Night carefully started kneading her back, and looked at his Riiko softly. He wanted to help her in whatever way he could.
Riiko sighed happily, "You're really good at this, Night."
"I am programmed with many different techniques." He nodded, with that ever-existant grin.
She didn't reply. She tried opening her eyes, but this time, her eyelids didn't even have any strength in them anymore. "Thanks, Night…" She managed to murmur. She was finally able to get some sleep.
Night smiled as he watched her sleeping face. He loved her even breathing, because that meant she was relaxed.
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Namikiri sat in his wheely chair, and smirked at the computer screen. It was the bracelet monitor that Night had.
It was glowing bright pink.
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Night took his hands off of his girlfriend's pink-pajama'd back, and waited to see if she would want him to continue. But she seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Thinking that she probably wouldn't want him there in the morning, Night stood to go back into the bathroom. However, when he tried to move away, Riiko opened her eyes. "Night…" She called.
"Riiko?" He turned his head to watch her, "What is it?"
"Could you… sleep with me…?" Riiko asked, not quite awake.
He gave another large grin, and nodded. Riiko closed her eyes, and unbeknownst to her, Night was taking off his clothes, until he was only in his Kronos Heaven boxers (the ones that she had refused to put on him, herself).
Night lay down next to Riiko and pulled the covers around her. He gathered her in his arms and pulled him close to his chest. Riiko thought it was odd that Night's shirt felt so much like his skin, but she was too sleepy to think much more, because surprisingly, the robot was very warm. She wrapped her arms, quite unconsciously around his waist, and gave a small smile in her sleep.
Night lay his cheek ontop of her head, and they both went to sleep, rather happily.
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Namikiri gave a chuckle. The bracelet was still bright pink, and he was sure it would continue being that color for a while.
"01, I think you might've succeeded…" He smiled, resting his head on his palm.