Yay I'm back! And yay I'm not continuing my other fics! *shot* I actually thought it would do good if I finished these two shots first, so I will pause on those fics-while I have an idea for another Onodera/Takano fic! Kill me for having so much idea, but this one's reaaaal good(THIS IS NOT GOOD AT ALL #shot)! I will tell you later at the next author's note. So, this one is Hatori Yoshiyuki's point of view! Not really, but it's still Hatori!
I do not own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi, not even VOCALOID!
It was his dream to create a heart for someone who was dear for him.
His name was Hatori Yoshiyuki. He was a scientist. even though he was a bit different. He prefferred to be alone at most of the time, working with his own project. It was not that he didn't want to have nayone beside him, he was lonely and he was aware enough that even though he had many friends, his 'friends' would leave his side eventually. And then he decided to make something that would never leave his side, even after-life. And with the goal in his mind, he created a robot. He did many things to the machine. Heck, he even brought real organs to make it at least, human.
And maybe—because of the organs—or because God's blessings, the 'human-prototype' was created. It was a miracle, indeed. When the robot opened it's—no, his eyes, Hatori was stunned to see beautiful blue orbs in front of him. But yet, he felt that there was something missing inside the robot's eyes.
"Good morning," Hatori tried to greet. And the robot answered immediately, "Good day to you." His voice sent shivers down Hatori's spine. The melody was manly enough, but there were some childish ring in it. "Who are you?" Hatori asked. The robot was quiet for a while, and then it clicked his mind. Ah, I forgot to give him a name. He took a paper and a pen, and then after he thought something for a while, he began to write a name. "This," he pointed to the words he wrote, "This will be your name".
The robot titled his head, his mouth slightly opened, as if it was trying to get the words right, he finally whispered his name, "Yoshino… Chiaki?" He said. Hatori nodded, "Yes, that is your name, so whenevr, I said it—your name—you must always respond, understood?" The robot—Chiaki—nodded, "I understand"
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Hatori was not pleased. His robot, which was now known was Yoshino Chiaki, was a great thing indeed. He could speak, he could walk, run, all of his body could move perfectly, just like a human, and he can learn fast—especially when it came to learn about how to read and write, even though when Hatori tried to teach Yoshino to cook, the ending came with a big explosion in the kitchen (and thus Hatori forbid Yoshino to go to the kitchen). However, despite to anything that Hatori had teached him, Yoshino didn't show any emotions at all. His eyes were empty, his face showed nothing—not even a spark of life in it. And he never smiled. Hatori looked down, I guess he really is just a robot after all. Robots don't have hearts—even such things as emotions. But then he hoped that maybe, maybe he could create a heart—with the helf of mircale, just like when he created him. He smiled at the thought, and thus began to work the program out, only to make his beloved to have an emotion.
Time passed by, Hatori was having a rough time. He could not create the complete program of Yoshino's heart; without having any errors. All this time, when he created a program, and thus, Yoshino's heart was as empty as always.
Hatori looked at his robot, his miracle that made him very happy when the first time the robot opened his eyes, his empty eyes that stared straight back at him. For Yoshino, what is the meaning of my existence? Hatori looked down, he was a mess now. For him, time was not important. If then he could actually create a heart for Yoshino, then he would incredibly pleased, he would be really happy. But how should he react, if the Yoshino—now—that didn't have any heart—didn't even understand about any of that?
"Tori…?"
Hatori immediately looked up when he heard Yoshino's voice. Yoshino had a hard time to learn his name so Yoshino came up with 'Tori' instead.
"…Tori," Yoshino called out once again.
"…Yeah?" Hatori finally responded.
"Tori, why are you crying?"
'What?' Hatori touched his cheek. He felt the tears on his hand. "Ah," he mumbled, "I'm fine. Don't worry, Yoshino," he said faking a smile. Yoshino nodded, completely oblivious.
XOXOXOXOXO
For the hundreds time today, Hatori coughed blood. He really was having a hard time now. It seemed that because he spent too much time with researching and such, he was now sick. But he didn't care, he need to create the heart for Yoshino. He walked back to the laboratorium, Yoshino stood there, facing the big monitor.
"A message received," Yoshino muttered.
'Message?' Hatori doubted that the message was from his friends since they never actually send him a message before.
"A message from the future… me?" Yoshino continued, sounded confused.
And as Hatori saw the message, his eyes widened in shock. It was indeed a message from the future Yoshino, but Yoshino was different in that future. He was crying, but he was smiling too. And his eyes weren't empty, and in the message, Yoshino said 'Thank you' over and over again.
'Thank you for creating me, thank you for the time you spent with me, thank you for everything that you gave for me.'
"Tori," Yoshino called out, Hatori turned around, eyes still widened in shock.
"Why are you crying again?" And after he questioned him that, Hatori immediately hugged the smaller figure in front of him. "This?" Hatori whispered, tears still flowing down, "This is the tears of happiness," Hatori smiled as he kissed Yoshino softly.
A few months later, Hatori died because of his illness. Before he died, he did a program modification for Yoshino so he could get the 'heart' without waiting for more hundred years. Hatori was pleased enough to spent even only a few months with the new Yoshino, because he finally could got the thing he wanted the most, the heart of his beloved.
The first miracle was you who were born in this world
The second miracle was the time we spent together
The third miracle was you—the angel from the future who sent a message for me with your entire heart
I do not need the fourth miracle, because for me this is enough.
I love you, Yoshino.
In front of his grave, a figure of a man stood, his eyes filled with sadness and love, "I love you too, Tori." And then the tears fell.
~End~
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