Savage;; Here comes another chapter of my maaaaaaaarvelous story! I am sorry for not updating sooner, but I got lazy and occupied. ;
Sai;; Don't flatter yourself. Like anyone really cares why you didn't write more. ._.;
Savage: You're such a jerk Sai. D:
Sai: Well, what did you expect, I mean, really?
Savage: Excellent point. ; But do you mind doing me a favor?
Sai: -suspicious- What?
Savage: Can you read the disclaimer while I go hand out pocky, please?
Sai: -sigh- Fine. Savage does not own Chobits or anything remotely related to Chobits, so, don't sue her. She's shit broke anyway.
Savage: SAI. |
Chapter I~ Birthday Gift
A lonely room, though one cannot call it empty. Furniture donned in it meant only for the wealthy, a cream colored sofa, barely worn, an antique rug decorated the middle of it, pale pink with an ivory table that looked like a miniature version of one you would see in an expensive dining room on top of it. Round, accompanied by only two chairs, both occupied.
The girl and the boy again, sitting at the table on those two lone chairs. Quaintly speaking to each other, no one-sided conversation this time. A long, fluid exchange of words, though completely intelligible. The girl laughed at something the silver-haired boy said, her dark hair thrown back and she giggled shyly. It was all the same, yet so completely different. It wouldn't last though, because it never really did. Something, or someone, always caused the boy to snap.
The girl leaned in to whisper into the boy's plastic ears. The persocom listened closely to her words.
"Sai, do you know what love is?"
There they were, the magic words that always broke the spell. Strangely, instead of the persocom's eyes flashing red, they remained a warm amber -- the question had no effect. It seemed that the spell was going to go on for a little bit longer than usual. The words became a garbled mess once more as the boy explained to the girl, he knew what love was, and he was going to share it. There was more laughing, talking and even the occasionally whisper. The magic was lasting much longer than it usually did, and it felt right… Warm and welcoming…
If only it had really worked out that way.
"Aika! Aika dear! Wake up sweetie!" A voice, so familiar, yet so far away. It was the only words she could understand, but they didn't seem to be coming from the place she was in. The voice came again, stronger, repeating the same words. At the same time, both the little girl and the boy persocom turned their heads up to look at her. It was eerie, but the feeling was gone as they raised their hands and waved goodbye to her -- ushering her from an unbroken spell, telling her that she had to go back to her own life.
"Aika!" all at once, the dream was ripped away as Aika's eyes opened, revealing dark green, speckled orbs. Above her face, there was her mother, looking curt and rather annoyed. "You know Aika," her mother continued. "I know it's your birthday and all, but it doesn't mean you can sleep in until all hours of the day! " Aika's eyes widened, which caused pain by the streaming golden rays that entered through the windows, the ivory curtains pushed back. How late was it, really? She glanced at the clock, it was noon.
"Mother! You let me sleep until midday? But… what's this about my birthday?" her mother turned to her, letting go of the clothes she was folding. Typical of her mother, always having to do some type of productive thing wherever she went and no matter what else she was doing. Sighing, her mother finished folding and placed it in the bottom drawer of her nightstand.
"Yes Aika, today's your birthday, have you forgotten?" truth of the matter was, that she had. It was October 15, the day of her birth. Without meaning to, her eyes trailed down to her right arm, two jagged, long scars reached down the length of her forearm, while three smaller ones marred the space between them., they all had a strange shine to them and a tinge of pink that clashed with her pale skin. Remnants of that day… her eighth birthday.
Her mother's hard gaze followed Aika's and rested on the ragged scars, instantly softening. "Darling, I know… I know it has never been the same since that day, but you've been fine the past seven birthdays, I'm sure you can make it through your sixteenth." Aika thought about her words for a moment. That's right.. I'm sixteen now… Almost an adult, I must make an effort for my family to enjoy this birthday. Aika nodded at her mother, managed to scrap together an uneasy smile, despite her feelings of dread.
"That's it sweetie, I'll meet you downstairs. Your father and I have a special gift for you," after that, her mother promptly left, leaving Aika was thoughts of curiosity. A gift? What could it be? Aika hoped dearly it was a car, since she needed it to go to school and work in, getting rides from her parents and furthermore, walking, was humiliating. Especially since her family was wealthy it was expected of her to have a nice car.
Getting up from her bed took more work than she expected, Aika had really never been the type to bounce out of bed as soon as she woke up -- energetic and chipper, but it seemed the extra hours of sleep her mother had allowed her was weighing her down, trying to bring her back into the sweet clutches of sleep. Yawning again, she made her way to her closet. A vast, walk-in that held not only her clothes, but some of her more important things, things she didn't want to lose -- whether they had a pleasant meaning or not.
Aika's bare feet made no sound on the padded carpet of the closet, she turned on the single bulb and something caught the glint in the corner of the room. Aika turned to look at it, the china set from that day. The cups chipped and plates cracked from where they had been knocked down. She kneeled and picked up a cup, a small splatter of blood decorated the rim and Aika felt the familiar feeling of nausea take control of her stomach -- as it always did when she thought about it. She put down the cup dismissively and turned to her clothes, picking out an outfit quickly -- not caring much since all of her clothes matched anyway.
She got dressed in a simple black tee shirt and black jean Capri's though it was considerably chilly, she was always a summer kind of dresser. She pulled a brush quickly through her ebony hair, it was much longer than it was eight years ago. Brushing the middle of her back, she pulled it back off her shoulders and fixed her long bangs parted to the left side of her face, completing the look with a dark grey hair band pulling back her hair out of her dark green, gold-flecked eyes.
"Aika! Are you done yet, your father and I are getting tired of waiting!" her mother's voice reached her from the next floor down and Aika gave her hair one last brush, her scars reflected in the mirror. Showtime. Aika thought, a fake smile plastered on her face, years of birthdays perfected the mask. No one could tell she wasn't really enjoying the celebration.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Aika made her way down the stairs.
"Happy birthday honey!" her father's deep voice boomed as she reached the second to last step. She froze like a deer in the headlights as her father continued. "You're finally a young woman now!" Aika couldn't help but blush as she walked down the last two steps.
"Yes father, thank you for holding this party for me!" Aika felt true gratitude swell within her and add a bit more light to her mask.
"Do you want to eat cake first or look at your present?" her mother asked, her usual stern expression replaced by a curious one. Aika bit her lip gingerly, it was up to her. Strangely, the mere mention of her present made her stomach churn, was it a premonition of some kind?
"The present, please Mother and Father, I'm just so excited to see it!" she still hoped it was a car. A beautiful, sleek black car with a glossy, metallic paint job…
"Honey, here's your present! Happy birthday sweetie!" her parent's voices in unison knocked her out of her vision. Blinking, she tried to focus on what was in front of her.
Aika's smile faltered.
Silver hair, shoulder length and cut in choppy layers, tufts of hair falling in front of close eyes. Her mother reached around and it suddenly opened his eyes, cherry-toned, amber eyes that flickered with light, the final touch was the chunks of plastic that replaced normal ears. A scream threatened to bubble up in Aika's throat.
"Hello… Are you my new mistress?"
Savage: Oooo~ Cliffy.
Sai: Fff, like anyone will even care.
Savage: -smacks Sai upside the head- Stupid!
Sai: Ow!
Savage: Anyway, please rate and review. Since I need to know if people actually enjoy and want me to continue the story, I won't update until I get at least three new reviews! Remember, good reviews fuels my inspiration and flames are good for toasting marshmellows~
Sai: That is so cliché!
Savage: Shut up!