A/N: Hello again, all! Kairi-san here again with an update to the story. Sorry about the wait, my laptop stopped working, so I'm currently using my mom's rented laptop. I apologize for any OOCness. I know that Chi has no sense of touch as a persocom in the manga, but for my story she has a limited sense of touch as a persocom. Please forgive my taking liberties. Rated T for later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chobits, CLAMP does.

Without further ado, Chapter 3!

Chapter 3: Chaos Ensues

The day continued as usual as it could be with the outcome of the morning. Hideki had returned from getting dressed to find that all three persocoms were, surprisingly, finishing making their version of his ruined tamagoyaki. He half-smiled in reaction to his presumed breakfast. Chi knew how to make a bad thing better. He was sure that Kotoko had looked up the recipe for her as the egg roll-like dish was not Hideki's usual choice of meals. Sniffing the air, his stomach growled. He sat down at his breakfast table as Chi set his plate down in front of him.

"Thank you, Chi. It looks delicious," Hideki appraised truthfully, careful not to voice his dismay at his earlier failure. He tried not to look at the cherry blossom in Chi's hair as he looked up at her face as she was blushing as only a persocom could.

"Chi! Chi is most welcome that Hideki has thanked Chi! Chi is glad!" Chi exclaimed, blushing.

Hideki smiled his perverted smile as Chi reached over his plate to kiss him quite unprovactively. He kissed her back before his thoughts got so perverse that he made the biggest mistake of his life. She was a persocom for goodness sake! He may love her, but taking it THAT far would end it all for them both. He came to his senses when he realized that his food was getting cold and gestured for Chi to sit down next to him which she complied in kind.

Smiling, Hideki cleared his throat and began eating his breakfast. Chi just sat there ogling what he was doing with both love and jealousy. If only she could enjoy the meal as he did! Kotoko had described how the dish should taste as they were making it, but words were not enough for her. She longed to feel, taste, and smell as her love did. Oh, to be human! It was the only thing that she wished for that she had yet to receive, though it was seemingly impossible. The Chobits series was as close to human as a persocom could get.

Sumomo and Kotoko watched from the kitchen in confused awe. Shaking her head, Sumomo memorized Chi's facial expressions which were different than they had ever been before. Kotoko took no notice of Chi and simply watched Hideki eat, glad that their accomplishment was a success. She made a note to help Chi make breakfast more often. It had surprising results.

Glancing at his watch, Hideki hurriedly finished his breakfast. He was almost late for his college midterm week! Chi cocked her head as Hideki gave her a rushed goodbye kiss and left the apartment without another word to any of the persocoms. Chi sighed as she cleaned up after him. It irked her that she had made him late, but he was normally close to being late anyway. The laptops scurrying over to help her reminded her that Mr. Ueda was expecting her at the pastry shop today. Saying a quick but kind goodbye to her smaller counterparts, she exited the apartment herself, locking the door behind her.

As she walked down the hall toward the stairs, she unconsciously ran into Ms. Hibiya, her "mother" of sorts. This startled the older woman who stopped in midstride to her office on the first floor and smiled. Chi responded in kind after getting over her momentary embarassment at her intrusion.

"Ms. Hibiya! Chi apologizes for Chi's intrusion! Chi did not pay attention to Chi's walking!" Chi hastily said after stopping herself.

"That's okay, Chi. I could tell you have a lot on your mind. Is everything okay with Hideki? Sumomo? Kotoko?" Ms. Hibiya inquired after looking at Chi's reaction to her mistake.

"Chi! Hideki is okay. Sumomo is okay. Kotoko is okay. Chi is just daydreaming," she replied and continued on her way after mentioning that Mr. Ueda was expecting her at the pastry shop.

Chi rushed ahead of her "mother" as Ms. Hibiya waved a goodbye to her and followed her at a fair distance as to not seem rude. The older woman could tell that Chi had something on her mind and intended to find out as non-intrusively as possible. Once they had both descended the stairs, they went their separate ways, Ms. Hibiya down the hall and Chi out the door to the sidewalk and down the street toward the pastry shop.

Chi regained her senses as soon as she entered the pastry shop, or rather as she attempted to enter the shop. The shop was so busy today that the line of customers could be seen from down the street. Chaos had ensued after Mr. Ueda had opened the shop and was continuing before Chi's eyes. She had barely made it into the shop as Mr. Ueda was yelling at her in confused surprise.

"Miss Chi! Please get back here before these customers give me a heart attack!"

Displaying misplaced worry, Chi ran to get on her apron and man the counter. This was one morning she was glad she was a computer. She took orders faster than Mr. Ueda could make them. Three hours and several disgruntled customers later, business was finally slowing down. The last order of the chaos-ridden line taken and being made, Chi found herself a chair and sat down in it, exhausted. Mr. Ueda gave her a quick glance and delivered the pastry to the customer himself.

Chi roused herself fifteen minutes later to find Mr. Ueda sitting next to her, his jaw dropped in awe by the look of her. Confused, she looked around the room and saw all the customers who were still there had the same expression as the chef did. She touched her employer's shoulder to get his attention. She asked him what the looks were all about and he simply handed her a mirror. She held the mirror with both of her hands and was shocked by her reflection...

A/N: Well, there's Chapter 3! I hope you liked it and I thank those who reviewed so far. More reviews are appreciated and loved! Until next time, Kairi.