Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha or any of its characters, places or events.
Authors Note: The idea for this story came from Ken Akamatsu's A.I. Love You. This story
was based off of this story and is not a copy. There are some similarities but it's completely not
identical to Mr. Akamatsu's work. Also the characters may act out of character seeing how this
is an AU fiction, they will have mostly the same personality except Sango will not be a demon
slayer, Miroku does not have a cursed hand, etc.
Now onto the good part!
Project 5.0
Fanfiction written by: Karen [ ]
Some parts of this story: Ken Akamatsu (A.I. Love You)
This is a story about a boy, Miroku Houshi. He's just your average high school freshman. It's
also the story of a girl, Sango. She's pretty much like any other girl out there. In fact these two
are just like any other couple you're likely to come across. Well, maybe not…there is this one
little thing…she was a computer program!
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"So Yura…you want me to be your boyfriend?"
"Oh yes Miroku! That way you can grope me as much as you like."
"heh heh…"
"Let me slip into something more comfortable…"
"Of course. You're lucky to have picked me, my dear…I'll show you a great time…"
Brriiiiiinnng
"Uh Yura? I think your phone is ringing…"
Brriiiiinnnng
BRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG
BRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!
Miroku Houshi opened a sleep-covered eye to reveal his bedroom, not a private suite with
Shikon High's hottest female member but instead, his piercing alarm clock.
"Damn it all…" he mumbled groggily as he threw the piece of metal and plastic across the room,
listening for the familiar crash then silence, the usual morning routine.
'Crap…another alarm clock wasted…' he thought to himself as he opened his eyes again,
squinting in the brightness…wait, brightness?
"HOLY CRAP IT'S LIGHT OUTSIDE!" he cursed as he grabbed his watch and noticed with
devastation that it was ten o'clock, exactly two hours and fifteen minutes past when school
started. Letting out some profanities, he got dressed and ran around the house, looking for his
schoolbooks and skipping breakfast.
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Miroku got home late. Six o'clock to be exact. He had to serve four detentions, one for not
showing up in first period, or second period, being late for third period and one for being late to
school in general. Miroku groaned, trudging lifelessly to his room where he threw his school bag
onto the already messy floor. Frowning, he studied himself in his mirror; his once charming face
had turned into one that he didn't even recognize. He needed to shave and his eyes looked like
they had no life to them. Tripping on a shoe, he navigated his way to his computer. The one
thing that actually liked him in this world. He had recently invested in an Artificial Intelligence
software program that, with the proper skills, could make a human-like computer friend…
however he had tweaked it a little, seeing how his parents were in the Artificial Intelligence
studies. He smiled when the familiar picture of some pop star in a bikini appeared onto his
desktop. With a click to an icon the screen went blank, his modem whirring every so often.
Suddenly the screen filled with color as the image of a beautiful brunette appeared on the screen.
"Hello Houshi-sama! How was school?" the brunette asked cheerfully, her perfect lips were
formed into a perfect smile. Miroku sighed, if only the girls at school were like her. She was
beautiful, kind, beautiful, smart and beautiful.
"Not so good…I got four detentions for sleeping in…" he said as her face changed into deep concern.
"You didn't destroy your alarm clock again…did you?" she asked sincerely, her brown eyes
huge with innocence. He laughed slightly.
"You know me too well Sango." she cocked her head slightly to the right, confused.
"Sango?" she asked, her eyes filled with confusion. "I do not understand. What is this Sango?"
he laughed, she was so innocent it killed him sometimes.
"You need a name…I can't just call you computer…or project 5.0" he sighed, leafing through
the mess of papers on his desk. Sango frowned, biting her lip, he looked so sad…
"Houshi-sama…if I was a real girl…could I be your girlfriend?" she asked suddenly, making him
look up, surprised, a floppy disk in his mouth. These A.I. (Artificial Intelligence) programs
weren't supposed to say things like that. He didn't even think they were supposed to have
feelings. She looked so sincerely at him and it made him feel like someone in this world actually
liked him.
"Sure Sango…you can…" he said, making her face burst into a cherubic smile.
"Thank you Houshi-sama!" she said cheerfully as he smiled. She was so cute…but he had to
find that box the software came with, he didn't think any of his friends' A.I. Programs actually
acted really human-like. True, Miroku did play around with the program…after the first four
tries of making the perfect woman; he only really got one successful one.
'Come to think of it…even Project 4.0 wasn't this advanced…' he thought as he looked at the box.
"Is something the matter Houshi-sama?" Sango asked her creator, confused of his actions.
"Sango…tell me, when I did those changes to the actual program…what exactly happened to
the program functions?" he asked, studying the screen as she closed her eyes and searched the
database.
"Program Lost. Rebooting in twenty seconds." she said, her voice mechanical as her eyes
opened, a glazed look to them.
"Shit!" he cursed as he searched for a blank floppy disk to save her to. When he didn't find any
he groaned in frustration. "Of course!" he exclaimed suddenly, switching to manual command
mode on his computer, watching the countdown on his screen wearily. "Run program A.I….
Save to desktop…Damnit! Hold on Sango…umm…. Stop reboot…no…umm…. Run…no
crap! Three more seconds…uhh…. Run program A.I. Project 5.0!" he muttered under his
breath, typing as fast as he could until his fingers hurt. Suddenly the screen went white, his dark
room illuminated until he was temporarily blinded.
When he opened his eyes, the bright light has dissipated, revealing a black screen in reboot
mode.
"Damnit all! It didn't work…that was strange though, I've never had that white light happen…
poor Sango…I think I deleted her…she was the best one too…" he groaned as he hit his head
repeatedly on his desk.
"Reboot complete…Houshi-sama, I don't think you should be doing that!" a female voice said
behind the boy. His eyes widened as he turned around to find the computer program, Sango, in
his bedroom.
"S-Sango?" his eyes widened as she smiled.
"Yes Houshi-sama, that is the name you gave me…is there a problem?" she asked sweetly,
looking around his room frowning at the mess. Before he could respond, she had begun cleaning
up the papers, clothes, and other random objects.
"Uh…Sango…what are you doing?" he asked, watching as she cleaned up the mess.
"I'm cleaning it up for you! Aren't I supposed to?" she asked as he stared at her, mouth agape.
"Uh…how are you exactly here…I mean you aren't real...are you?" he asked as she smiled
again.
"Yes Houshi-sama…I believe I am. You see, I could not complete the search you gave me…
thus making me a failure…so I shut myself down…hoping that maybe you'd forget about me…
the automatic reboot and your manual commands corrupted the program file." she looked up,
her smile replaced by a frown and tears. "I'm sorry Houshi-sama…I'm a failure," she muttered;
tears pouring down her face.
"Sango! You're not a failure…just because you could do a search? That's nothing…I mean, I
got an 'F' on my world history exam…that's failure material…but you…you're different…I mean
seriously…I must have the hottest girlfriend in Shikon High!" he laughed, causing her the laugh as
well.
"Thank you Houshi-sama!" she smiled, embracing him tightly. He blushed; he never had really
been intimate with a girl before and just feeling her hugging him tightly…well it almost made him
feel like he wasn't a loser. "Houshi-sama! I promise to be the best girlfriend you've ever had!"
she said happily, her smile brightening up the room.
"Sango…you don't need to call me Houshi-sama…Miroku is fine." he said softly as they broke
apart from their embrace. Sango nodded and looked wide-eyed around his room.
"How about I make dinner for you Miroku!" she said suddenly, running out of his room to cook
dinner.
'Maybe this won't be too bad…'
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When Sango called the boy for dinner, he was amazed at the meal she had cooked in less than
one hour. In front of him, were a platter of perfect looking sushi, salmon, mashed potatoes, and
vegetables.
"Wow, Sango…this looks…absolutely amazing!" he said as he grabbed a mouthful of mashed
potatoes. After chewing for a moment, he realized the mashed potatoes tasted like…soap? He
coughed and glanced at her eager-to-please expression glumly.
"Uh…Sango?" he asked after taking a long gulp of water and spitting out the bubbles.
"Yes Miroku?" she asked cheerfully, and Miroku smiled weakly.
"How exactly did you cook this meal?" he asked as she held up a cookbook.
"I made it exactly like the picture…some food coloring, clay, soap and some other objects…
you didn't need that gasoline in the garage, did you?" she asked as he eyed the dark "iced tea"
petrified.
'Of course…I didn't teach her to cook…and she naturally isn't programmed with taste buds.' he
thought, as he stood up and headed to his room, Sango following. "Sango, can you read the file
taste.exe?" he asked as she nodded, placing her hands into the computer monitor. Miroku
watched in amazement as her hands went through the screen.
"Download complete. Please restart." she said in her mechanical voice. After one minute she
opened her eyes and smiled at Miroku.
"Reboot complete. Hello Miroku!" he smiled and stretched.
"Well Sango…I think we'll call it a night…you can sleep in my parents old room, or in the
computer…if you want." he said as she nodded and left him to himself.
'What if, when I wake up tomorrow…this is all a dream…' he thought as he turned off his light
and fell asleep.
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Miroku woke up to a continuous pain in his left shoulder.
"Miiiiii-roooowwww-cooooo" a girl said softly, as a sharp pain hit him in the shoulder. He
opened one violet eye slightly and saw Sango…poking him in the shoulder.
"You can stop now…I'm awake…" he groaned as the girl giggled happily.
"Good! I wanted to tell you breakfast is ready!" she smiled as he inwardly groaned.
"That's…great…" he said, remembering his last experience with her cooking.
"I searched the internet for breakfast. I made the perfect breakfast for you!" she said, dragging
him to the kitchen. Miroku looked at the food despairingly, noticing that the eggs looked a
little…odd…
"Uh…Sango? How did you make this breakfast?" he asked, the pancakes looked normal…but
you could never be sure…
"I made the pancakes like the box said…milk, batter, lemon juice…and I poured the orange
juice." she answered, confused.
"And the eggs?"
"I didn't use eggs." she smiled as he eyes the "eggs".
"Then…then how did you make the eggs that are right here?" he asked as she frowned.
"I couldn't bear to kill the innocent little chickens inside an egg…so I used clay!" she said
happily. "Aren't you proud of me? I didn't kill the poor baby chicks!" Miroku frowned and
rubbed his temple.
"Sango…the eggs aren't fertilized…they don't have baby chicks inside them." he said as her face
fell.
"I'm so sorry Miroku! I failed you again!!" she bawled, glomping onto his shirt tightly.
"It's okay Sango…I'll just eat the pancakes…" he said as she nodded, releasing him. After he
ate quickly, he ran to him room to get dressed. Sango looked around, exploring the kitchen.
Looking on the counter, she saw a small post-it note that read, "Miroku, Mom and I will not be
back until late July, sorry, we have business in the USA. Love, Dad." Sango scanned her
memory for the definition of the words "mom" and "dad", reaching nothing. When Miroku came
back into the kitchen he noticed her blank stare.
"What's wrong?" he asked as she snapped back into reality.
"What are mom and dad?" she asked, pointing to the note on the counter.
"They're parents…you know what they are…right?" when she nodded he grabbed his bag.
"Well, I have to go to school…make sure you don't get into trouble." he laughed as she shook
her head.
"Can I come with you?" she asked, as he thought for a moment.
"I don't think you can…all the network is hooked up to computers…we'd need to enroll you
and everything…we don't have time for that." he said, smiling weakly. She smiled, acting like she
came up with the most obvious thing in the world.
"Miroku…I can access the computers. In fact, I can do it right now." she said, running back into
his room and placing her hands into the computer.
"Enter data for Sango…Sango…" her computerized voice stopped as she looked at him,
confused. "Miroku…what should my surname be?" she asked softly as he thought for a moment.
"Hmm…it can't be Houshi…because that would mean we're related…. How about Taijiya? It
means demon exterminator…and because of you, the demons inside me were exterminated." he
smiled slightly as she nodded, transferring it into the computer.
'Wow what a stupid line…' he thought to himself as the brunette worked quickly.
"Age, fifteen. Address…phone number…" she murmured, her voice back to the mechanical
manner. When she finished, she looked at him again, her eyes slightly glazed as she stared.
"Uh…Sango? What's wrong?" he asked, before the girl snapped back to reality.
"Nothing Miroku…I just…never mind…it was probably nothing…" she blinked twice and
shook her head.
"Are you sure? Maybe that tired you out?" he asked, as she sat down, a small frown on her
face.
"Yes…that's probably it…" she said, biting her lip slightly. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Shouldn't we be getting to school?"
"Yeah…but you'll need a school uniform…" he frowned, but watched as she stood up and
placed her hands in front of her.
"Run School Uniform slideshow." the strange mechanical voice said, Sango's eyes glazed over
once again. Her clothing began to change in front of Miroku's eyes as he watched until the
traditional school uniform popped up.
"That's it Sango…it's perfect!" he said as she nodded, staying with that choice of clothing.
"So now we go to school?" she asked, excitement hinted in her voice. He smiled; she was
amazing…an amazing individual.
"Yeah…but you can't tell anyone you're a computer." he warned as she nodded, biting her lip.
"Of course Miroku…let's go!" she smiled, hiding the confusion that filled her mind.
'Why do I feel so strange…' she thought to herself, walking next to Miroku as the bus stop
came into view. There were already students waiting for the bus, along with a couple adults.
When Miroku and Sango walked up, all eyes followed the pretty girl with the long brown hair.
"Is something wrong?" Miroku asked her, as they waited for the bus. She bit her lip again but
shook her head no.
"No…I'm probably just tired…" she said aloud, even though it was mostly for herself. She
wasn't sure, but she didn't think she was supposed to feel this way.
"Here comes the bus, ready?" Miroku asked, watching as other scrambled onto the bus. She
nodded again and followed him onto the bus.
'Maybe…maybe I'm just nervous…' she thought, taking her seat next to Miroku, the bus rolling
away.
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Big thank you to Christine, my wonderful friend for reading this and telling me what I'm doing wrong. Love ya!