Author's Note: Sorry for the super duper, extremely short chapter. They should all be longer after this. Hopefully you guys are enjoying the story, I'm sorry if you're not. I love the reviews, so say whatever you want. Have a great day.
Lots of Love, Kumella
Rock had been right; Melody was finished within the week and was ready for use. She was "awakened" in the small building in which she was made, with only Light with her. He didn't want her to be confused. She showed a few small malfunctions this first time, so Light shut her down and repaired her. The second time she awakened, she was perfect, Light had said.
Rock was the first to see her after that. He helped her adjust to being alive. Light had thought that speaking to someone more like her would help her. She seemed to be able to cope well enough.
Eventually, Melody was brought to meet Blues. There she stood before him, a perfect replica of the girl she had been modeled after. She was even clothed in a simple dress, something that Harmony would have worn, rather than the suits that Blues and Rock wore. She had the large eyes and the flowing, silky hair. Melody was almost too perfect, to the point where she looked exactly like Harmony, but nothing like her.
Blues greeted her passively. He knew that Light wished very badly for him to be so in love with this reploid, but he felt nothing towards her. She was very pretty, certainly, but there didn't seem to be much else. Not to say that she was stupid, but she was simply too young to even have much personality yet. Rock and Blues had learned their ways from age. Melody was new.
Blues returned to the room that had been prepared for him, as he no longer needed to be in the lab. He laid on the bed, considering what had happened. He had met the reploid, and returned to the room. It was not an extremely notable event for him.
Rock came into the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
"Well, you could have been more enthusiastic about that," he said. "The Doctor worked really hard on her. You should have at least pretended to be happy, for his sake."
"So what if he knows I don't care," Blues said. "He shouldn't have made that reploid. We have no use for her."
"Sure we do. She can help us."
The two brothers talked in this manner for some time, coming to the conclusion that Blues should give Melody a chance. She will probably grow to mean something to you, Rock had said.
Another day came, and Blues sat with Melody on a couch. Rock and Light almost strategically left them completely alone. Blues knew that they had done it purposefully.
"Hello," Blues said, without looking at her.
"Hello, Blues," Melody answered.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Fine, thank you."
They sat awkwardly for some time. Blues didn't know what to say, but he felt bad for Light, who had gone through so much trouble to make him happy. He wasn't sure what to do with Melody.
"You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to," Melody said. Blues was taken aback. "I'm new, but I'm not stupid, Blues. If you don't like me, then don't bother."
"I-it's not that I don't like you," Blues stuttered. "We've only just met."
"And yet you show no interest at all in me. I see Rock and Light plotting together, I know what they want me to do. I was made for you, in every way. However, even if you showed me kindness, I wouldn't think of submitting to you."
Blues smiled, amused by her objection. "Oh? Why is that?"
"I don't like you," Melody said bluntly. "You're not kind like your brother, and you judge others too quickly."
Blues laughed. He supposed it was true. "So tell me, Melody. Is there no hope for me?"
"Maybe not, but just because you don't give second chances doesn't mean that I won't."
As she left, Blues felt a small spark in him. She was so different from the way he thought she would be. She was definitely nothing like Harmony, and in a way he was glad for that. He didn't think he would be able to relive the pain. Melody had a different personality and a different name, which helped to a certain extent. However, he remained unsure of the future.