~Prologue: ReDial~


(no, I TOTALLY didn't name this fic after one of my favourite Vocaloid songs, what are you talking about?)


"And, that should be good," I say finally, after closing the paper thin plastic shield on the newly-reated persocom's body, and covering it up with the synthetic "skin" and sealing it.

I quickly wipe my hands on my already oil-covered white shirt and stretch. "Well, that took me waaaaay longer than I expected."

"Soooooooooo, Kojima," A voice begins, poking her head into my... space, "You finally finished that persocom!" she immediately dashes in and pushes me over, "OH MY GOD! SHE'S SO PRETTY!"

This would be Umi Ka'uhane. She is one of my three best friends; she has long, teal hair, and is a complete Vocaloid fanatic... yes she gets annoying but I somehow deal with it.

"UMI! SHUT UP!" an annoyed voice yells from upstairs "IF YOU'VE ALREADY FORGOTTEN, THERE ARE THREE MORE PEOPLE OTHER THAN YOU IN THIS HOUSE!"

And then there is her twin brother Ryoku Ka'uhane. He's the type of person who hates being interrupted while he is gaming (which seems like it's 24/7).

"Yeah, yeah Ryoku! You're probably just playing games on your console again!" Umi says, disappearing out of the room.

Yup, just a typical 3 A.M on a Monday right before some big event that only one of us has to prepare for but everyone has to stay up and make sure that ONE person gets their project done in time (because we are all just a bunch of procrastinators who put things off until the very last minute).

And that one person is me. Just a lowlife 20 year old in their third year at Tokyo U, who lives with their three best friends in an extremely small house that only has one floor which is our main living space, and one basement where everyone has one room to work on their major, and is waaaaay too expensive. We get by due to the fact that Umi works at a cosplay Cafe, Ryoku (her twin brother) works at some fancy-ass French restaurant as a sous chef, Seiji (The other guy that lives with us) works at... I don't even know, and I just work at an electronics shop.

I'm the younger one of the group, falling about three years behind everyone else (they are all 23 and I'm 20). Why? Because in elementary, I kinda skipped three grades...

So basically we're just a bunch of Otaku who have been best friends for twelve years, and who cosplay to nearly everything. No big deal.

Tomorrow is the Japanese National Persocom Contest on a college level. I'm not going to win, and I know that for a fact. Everyone else who has entered has been working on their persocoms for at least a month, I've only been working on mine for about a week non-stop.

"Geez, Am I the only one who's trying to sleep here? Like c'mon we all have to wake up super early tomorrow morning for Kojima's big convention," A voice complains groggily. This would be Seiji Shimbo, he's majoring in Criminology and is trying to become a detective. One thing is, he is extremely hot, I mean extremely... I've had a crush on him ever since twelfth grade...

"Yeah, yeah Sage Boy," Soon, a loud thud rings throughout the house. This can only mean that Umi has glomped Seiji, and is preparing on giving him a full on lecture.

"UMI! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO CALL ME SAGE BOY!"

"Give it up Sage Boy," I say, wondering out of my room and into the hallway where Umi has her knee pressed right up against Seiji's neck, "no matter how many times you ask, she will never stop."

"KOJIMA! DO I HAVE TO START CALLING YOU SMALL ISLAND* AGAIN TO MAKE YOU SHUT UP?" Seiji yells, thrashing around in order to get Umi off of his neck.

My eyebrow twitches in annoyance, "say that again Sage Boy?" I quickly pull out a pair of wire clippers that have somehow found their way behind my ear, and I lightly push it up against his ear.

"N-nevermind!" he stammers.

"WILL EVERYBODY JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ryoku hollers.

"NOT UNTIL YOU GET DOWN HERE!" Umi responds.

Oh yeah, we are extremely violent with each other over the stupidest things. I'm kinda surprized no-one has at least two broken limbs already.

I swear, for any normal human being, they'd be getting a splitting migraine if they even spend thirty seconds in here at night. What with all the yelling, and, the anime, and blasting in the background, it's inevitable. But, we're used to it.

Following suite are some very exasperated footsteps.

"What is it this time?" Ryoku asks.

"Hmph, ignorant. DID YOU NOT HEAR US YELLING ABOUT KOJIMA FINALLY FINISHING HIS PERSOCOM JUST A SPLIT SECOND AGO? Also, speaking of persocoms, where is Kotoko?" Umi says.

"Oh, she's upstairs recharging," I sigh, "anyways if you really want to see her, just let me go detach her from all the wires."

I quickly go into my workspace, and I carefully unplug her, and I look her over one last time before bringing her out and carrying her upstairs and laying her down on one of the futons.

She has bright orange hair that is suspended in a messy bun held together by chopsticks, as for her clothes, she has a wide-strapped black leather tank top that is somewhat baggy and has a black belt loosly suspended around her waist, and she has black shorts.

"C'mon hurry up and turn her on!" Umi squeals excitedly in my ear. Seiji, Ryoku, and I all snicker like seven year old brats at the innuendo that could be made there.

Umi rolls her eyes, "I swear to god, I wonder if you guys are five yeasr olds trapped inside adult bodies."

"Says you Miss I think that all donuts that have a filling and/or a hole sexual," Ryoku snaps.

"Guys shut up!" I order, letting my hand slide up to the persocom's shoulder and pressing the switch.

Everyone watches intently as her eyes flutter open, revealing dazzling dark green eyes. She looks around the room, and sits up.

"Hello," She looks at the group with a confused look, "What are your names?"

Umi slides over and immediately introduces herself, "I'm Umi Ka'uhane, that derpy, dorky lookin' guy is my twin brother Ryoku Ka'uhane," she points at Ryoku, then at Seiji, "then this buff-looking guy who is actually pretty weak over here is Seiji Shimbo, but you can just call him Sage Boy."

As usual Seiji gives her the stare of death.

"So, I guess that means that all of you are my masters?" the persocom guesses.

"Nope, I am," I say, pushing Umi over into the guys behind her.

"Oh, and what might your name be?"

"Yoshiyuki Kojima, or as these perverts like to call me 'Dragonfly'" Is all that I can say, before Umi knocks me over and plants her foot on my face, while the others prod at my sides with their fingers.

"Soooooooooo, Dragonfly. You decided to push me over just so that you could have first dibs on being the "master" huh?" she cackles as she cracks her knuckles.

"Technically, I already had first dibs because, hm, it just slipped my mind... oh yeah! Because I built her," I snap back, as my lips curl into a mischeivious grin, "you can't undo dibs, man." I shift my glasses slighlty so that they catch the glint of a nearby lamp; creating what is commonly called in the Otaku community the "Scary Shiny Glasses" effect, before sitting upright and punching Umi square in the jaw.

"Now, where was I?" I wonder aloud, standing up and rubbing my hands together.

"Master Kojima-" the persocom begins.

"Please, don't be so formal. Just call me whatever you want. I hate it when people are formal."

"Oh, okay then, what should I call you?"

"Hmmmm, just plain Dragonfly or Kojima."

"Ok then,"

"Well," I say yawning, "you should probably go into 'Hibernate' just to calibrate every single one of your systems. I know it's pretty short time wise, but who knows, maybe it'll actually be done." I quickly help her up, as she walks over to a nearby chair and sits down.

"OKAY! It's been decided! Kojima will sleep on the floor tonight!" Umi announces.

"Are you serious Umi?" I sigh, "I'VE HAD TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR ALL THIS PAST WEEK!"

"Yeah, because you were last!" She counters. I facepalm, knowing that there is no way to change her mind.

"EVERYBODY JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HEAD TO BED!" Ryoku yells, while wondering over to the TV and turning on the Y-Bocs.

"Says you!" Umi snaps, stomping over to him and shutting off the console, this of course leads to an all-out brawl between the two siblings.

Seiji and I quickly give each other a look before dashing to the futons and claiming two of them to ourselves.

"HA! Now one of you has to sleep on the floor tonight!" I laugh, before disappearing under the covers.

Yup, I can most definitely assure everyone that I do NOT live in a normal household with normal people. But, meh, who cares? I like it.


Author's note: So yeah, as you can probably already tell, this fic is going to be almost completely different from the previous one (IWTLY). I decided to keep Tokyo Rose (although she doesn't have a name yet), Umi, and Ryoku because I really, really, really had a lot of fun creating those characters and I wanted to keep them. I left out Annai because I didn't really feel that she had a personality of her own, plus I found that plotline to be generic.

So, the reasons as to why I wanted to restart was because I really had no motivation for the other one. It was dragging out too long, and the plot was a huge mess.

Also, along with this rewrite I will be working on an Undertale fic titled An Advantage with a Cost, which you can check out if you want, so I will be switching inbetween the two a lot.

I hope you guys enjoy the re-write!