Flesh And Blood
Well, it's time I said what I wanted to say. I honestly don't give a rats ass what you think of this fic. I'll write this story however way I want, because I do NOT believe in false names for who obviously would be myself, and last chapter when I was fantasizing, I was NOT being perverted. For all your information, I happen to be into really cute girls like Chii. Anyway, at least I got one review from someone who actually matters. Anyway, review ONLY IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING POSITIVE TO SAY ABOUT IT! Here's the new chapter, enjoy. I don't own Chobits, but I wish I did.
2. Awaken
The sunshine of the morning broke through the building grey sky as a beam of light shined through the boys' bedroom window right into his face. He groaned in crankiness as he slowly got up and closed the blinds. He quickly rubbed his eyes to get his sight back. The was slightly spinning, and when he turned to his right, he jumped a little, but quickly got back to normal when he remembered last night. That cute blonde Persocom he found in the alley, whom the letter identified as Chii, was still lying there on his bedroom floor. It lookerd like she hadn't moved an inch.
The boy shook his head a little as he climbed back into his wheelchair. He mentally cursed himself. He had gotten so used to the idea of hating Persocoms, he defined himself a moron for bringing a deactivated one into his house. He quickly shook off the thought as he turned his chair and pushed himself through his door into the hall. He sighed in loneliness at the quiet. He didn't really have any servants. He was literally the only person he had. He wheeled down the ramp to the kitchen at the bottom floor. After several minutes of lonely eating, the boy reached to a nearby book shelf and pulled out an old looking book. The only book that still had a bookmark in it, indicating it was the only book really being read. 'Pinnochio' was written on the cover. The boy intently read a small portion of old pages as he wheeled himself into the closet in the living room and came back out in his daytime clothes. He quickly put the book away.
As he wheeled himself around the house, trying to see if anything was unusual, or out of order, a thought of a strange kind of feeling came into his head. "I wonder, why WOULD somebody leave a Persocom in an aley like that? They're fairly new. They couldn't be obsolete already. And what was that note supposed to mean? Is somebody after her? Why am I thinking this? She's a machine. It's not like whatever happens to her has anything to do with me." he thought grumpily to himself. He stopped his wheelchair on the backyard balcony as he turned his head to look at his bedroom window. He sighed as he turned around and wheeled back into his house. If somehow, that Persocom was putting some kind of feeling into him, then damn, it was strong.
He wheeled himself up the ramp as he slowly wheeled into his room. She still lay there. "Well...I might as well see if she works. No use putting anything to waste without checking." he mentally sighed to himself as he wheeled up to her unconscious form. He kept one hand on an arm of his chair, to keep himself from falling, as he reached his other hand toward her. He didn't know a lot about Persocoms, but one thing he did know, was that every Persocom had a small port on a random part of their body, almost like an on/off switch. He couldn't find a thing on her arms and legs or face or shoulder. "Either the neck, or nothing." he whispered to himself as he reached for the side of her neck. The very tip of his finger was just about to touch her neck, when her eyes suddenly opened. "HOLY CRAP!" he screamed as he wheeled back as fast as he could, and ended up tipping his chair backwards, sending him to the floor. He looked in awe and surprise. "H-how did it do that!? She can activate herself!?" he asked himself amazed. The Persocom slowly brought herself up to her knees, keeping her gaze upon the sky, and a bright golden glow began to surround her body, causing her hair to float, almost like invisible wind from below. And just like that, the bandages that had her body covered, suddenly unstrapped themselves, and flew off her, circling her on their way down to the ground.
He admitted to himself this was a stupid time to cover his eyes, but he had a sense of dignity, lady or no lady. He seperated two fingers as he looked. The glow around her finally faded down until it was gone. Then, as if she could sense his presence like a psychic, she quickly turned her head to face him eye to eye. The boy quickly grabbed his chair and pulled onto it, but it was still tipped, so he used it as something to hide behind as he looked in wonder. (trying his best to keep his gaze on her face than anywhere else) All he could do was speak in stutters as he spoke. "W-w-what are you?" he said, mentally cursing himself, because he knew damn well what she was. "Chii?" she suddenly spoke, making him jump a little. He quickly regained himself, seeing her look at him. Then she slightly cocked her head to the side, looking actually confused. Jayme raised an eyebrow in confusion and decided to speak again. "Um...w-where did you come from?" he asked more slowly, in case speaking faster would confuse her. "Chii?" she asked again. Now Jayme was starting to look irritated. He remembered the letter said that 'Chii' was her name. Did this mean she could only say her name when first activated?
The boy shook his head as he made contact with her again. "Um...what is your name?" he asked more slowly. this time, she didn't loo confused, but looked like she understood what he said. "Chii." she said briefly. She had a really cute voice, but that was the least of his concerns right now. "Um...do you know, how you got here?" he asked, hoping she might have known something, like she had activated herself when he took her to his home, but deactivated when he set her down. "Chii?" she asked again. Now he was starting to actually find that amusing. But a voice in the back of his head told him this. "If we're gonna be teaching 'Chii' everything, including how to speak, then this is gonna be a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG day."
San Francisco, USA
The sky was dark and grey. The city looked like a bustling little ant farm from the top of the tower. A young boy sat in a leather chair as he watched the city. He tapped his fingers together, as if waiting for something. He wore Italian leather tap shoes and a pitch black tuxedo and suit pants as he watched. His hair was dark grey and in a bowl cut, like an emo version of a Beatle. He looked no older than 15. Suddenly, two men in similar suits walked into the room shoulder to shoulder. When they were shoulder to shoulder, they looked like one big black box with two thin pill shaped heads, and four tiny legs. "Any news about what was found in the ashes of my uncle's mansion?" the boy asked, almost like he could sense their presence. "No, Mr. Smith. All they found was the body and all his regular works. No sign of her were in the ruins." one of the men said in a scary low voice. The boy clenched his fists as he grabbed a document from his desk and looked at it. "Does anyone know where she is now?" he asked as he threw the document to the desk again. One of the men nodded his head. "Yes, Mr. Smith. A survivor of the fire. We found him, brought him here, interrogated him. all he said was he left her somewhere in Tokyo." he said quickly. "Did he say anything else?" the boy asked as he began to stand up. The men both shook their heads. "No. He wouldn't tell us where in Tokyo she was. He wouldn't say anything else after that." one of them said. The boy sighed. "Is he still alive?" he asked. "No." they both said in a unison of eerie deep voices. The boy nodded his head slightly. "Good work. Pack your bags boys. We're headed to Tokyo."
I know, total cliffhanger, huh? Well, at least you'll know this has a villain in it. and this is only gonna be rated M for future violence. No lemon. At least not as an idea so far. anyway, I WANT REVIEWS! I DON'T WANT FLAMES! thank you for taking the time to read this chapter, and I hope you like this one.