Electric Sheep

Summary: Post-game. After discussing the fate of the failure with Akane, Luna is left in charge of Dio. Eventual Dio/Luna.

Rating: T

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Electric Sheep

Chapter 11

It had been the same routine for two weeks now, and Dio was a bit sick of it.

Not that he minded a scheduled life; he was quite used to it by now, after all. Free the Soul was known for its uniform agenda, keeping its soldiers dedicated to and willing to sacrifice everything for its cause. Dio was no exception.

Point being, he was used to being told what to do every day. He was comfortable with such an arrangement; ever since he was created, his days had been planned out. Humans were weak-minded in that they wanted 'freedom' to do what they want, but Dio never could understand that. If he had all the time in the world, he wouldn't know what to do. He preferred someone telling him what to do next; far from independent, the blond survived on orders.

That was one of the reason he despised life within these walls. Besides being trapped with his enemies – with people who were supposed to be dead at his own hands – and besides all the fucking questions he kept asking himself about his fate, he was sick of Luna asked him what he wanted to do.

It never worked like that. Ever. And honestly, Dio didn't have an answer for her when she asked.

He'd merely explained to her that he wanted his own room, and that he would keep trying until he got it. Unfortunately, Luna was all too happy to oblige for some reason, and let him challenge her day after day to darts until he won.

It didn't help that he fucking sucked at darts.

Luna, at one point during their totally unfair matches, had suggested a handicap. She asked if he wanted her to only throw Y amount of rounds, vs. the usual X. It would seem like a good idea, if she hadn't been asking Dio. Dio's pride mattered to him, after all, and he instantly refused. It made things just that much harder for him, but he was not going to win by any unfair means necessary.

Funny how he didn't see the Nonary Game in the same light.

Then again, darts wasn't life or death, nor was his mission on the line.

Of course, Dio wasn't getting worse at darts; his progress was just as slow as a slug, was all. Every day, he got a little bit better, earned a couple more points, and he knew he just needed to take his time. Patience was a virtue – a virtue Dio didn't have, but he had to find some to avoid smashing the dartboard in two after each loss.

Dio was also a sore loser, but he'd never admit that. Luna had to sometimes fucking bribe him with dinner to get him away from the recreational room, away from trying one more game. She had given him every food he asked for, give or take; that storage room had a shitton of food – well worth a few lifetimes.

Anyway, the routine was something he memorized: wake up, get breakfast with Luna (she somehow always ate beforehand, but he'd stopped worrying about poison), play some darts (see also: fucking lose at darts every damn time), eat dinner, walk in the garden (seriously Dio had that layout memorized by now) and then go to bed.

He did still have nightmares, but they were scarce and he couldn't remember them by the time he woke up. They mostly involved Free the Soul, or Brother himself, but every-so-often Luna would show up. She'd usually have a calming effect on the dream, settling down the chaotic events. He didn't know why she did that to his subconscious; perhaps his mind was just responding to how gentle she appeared to be.

Dio still didn't trust Luna; like fuck he would ever do something so stupid. But she was his only hope of getting out of here, so he'd taken to not yell at her as much. He still lost his temper here and there, but noticeably not as much as he had at first.

It was progress – a step towards getting out of here. And Brother knew Dio needed all the help he could get.

"Goddammit!"

Dio's cursing wasn't unexpected; the same thing had been happening for the past two weeks or so. The GAULEM sighed, clutching her bluebird pendant as her blond companion hurled the darts at the dartboard. He was behind only a couple points, but couldn't seem to catch up.

She had offered more than enough times to allow him to win, but he had fiercely refused every time she brought it up. Humans were prideful by nature, so it did make sense for Dio to want to win fairly; all the same, Luna wished that he had had the same attitude during the Nonary Game (though she realized the stakes were much higher then).

Their games didn't have bets anymore, though one promise did withstand every match: If Dio won, Luna would grant him his own room in the facility. They did have extras, but if worse came to worst... Kyle's room was available.

Luna knew sadness through Kyle. Dr. Klim had treated her as kindly as he could, and Ms. Kurashiki was cold but not downright cruel, but Kyle... the young man had grown up neglecting Luna. The reason she had been built was to be a mother to him, to nurture and care for him when he needed her, but in the end...

In the end, he did not need her, and that was what brought Luna sadness for the first time. She couldn't fulfill her own initial purpose. Dr. Klim hadn't dismantled her, and had assigned her new tasks to make up for the one she couldn't do. The Doctor was kind, and took mercy on his broken GAULEM, allowing her to look after the facility as a maid of sorts, and watch Kyle grow from afar. The child was alone most of the time, pining for his father's attention, but the only one who gave him true, non-artificial affection was Ms. Kurashiki.

Luna supposed her own sorrow at Kyle's refusal of her was outside her programming; the first time she felt it – true sorrow that racked her processor's core – Dr. Klim had been startled. Perhaps that was another reason she was kept around; she was able to feel things that other GAULEMs seemingly did not. She couldn't explain it herself, but it only happened with Kyle a few times, and now it was happening again with Dio.

She was programmed with initial movements and numbered codes for reactions, but in those instances, she moved as a human would – unpredictably, without reason, and moved by her heart (or, in her case, lack thereof). It was a mystery, but perhaps it was best not to question it. Even if it was a glitch, she did not want to know; Luna liked to think that a part of her was human, or gave the impression of a human.

Dio was unlike her, of course; he was lucky. He could breathe, eat, drink, swim... He could feel. The blond had no idea how fortunate he was to be able to have felt the earth around him, even if it was post-apocalyptic. Even now, he could touch the water in the garden and actually feel the wetness running down his fingertips. He could run his hands through the blades of grass and feel them tickle his skin. There was a reason Luna loved the garden; their nightly walks around the garden, seeing the 'stars' lit in the dome's roof and the rivers lit up.

Their walks in the B Garden became something precious to her; she used to spend time in the dome alone, but now she had a companion, and she was quite grateful. Dio didn't say much during their loops around the area, but he seemed to be inquisitive about all the plants and things on the ground. Luna had never known the earth, but she guessed from his curiosity that most of the greenery that had once been there had died out. The end of the humans' days brought about wars and random acts of violence – or so she had read.

Thinking about humans making or breaking their planet reminded Luna of just how much a human could do – and how much power they held in their fleshed fingers.

At the same time, though, Luna understood how limited humans were. They would die after an unpredictable period of time, and felt pain – physical and not. Dio's pain was evident in the wound on his chest, as well as his frequent nightmares; though he tried to hide the terrors that plagued him at night, they did not escape her. She didn't bring them up, of course – though she wished she could. She wanted nothing more than to help Dio, for seeing him in such suffering was unpleasant.

She wanted to take the suffering away. Enemy or not, Dio didn't deserve what ailed him. No one did.

"Luna!"

Dio's voice broke her out of her thoughts. Blinking in surprise and uncurling her fingers from her necklace (were those... indentations in her palm?), Luna glanced over at the irate blond, who had his arms crossed in impatience. With the slightest bow of apology, she replied, "Y-yes? I'm sorry, Dio, I suppose I spaced out there for a moment. What is it?"

The man didn't seem forgiving, but he didn't press it. "I said are you gonna go or what? It's been your turn for the last ten minutes or so."

"O-oh! Of course, Dio. What is the score so far?"

"You're about 10 points ahead of me."

Luna nodded; he made her promise not to go easy on him, so she would have to try her best. Holding the darts in her hand, she aimed one towards the board's circular patterns. She wasn't programmed to win, of course; it was merely something she had gotten used to. Dr. Klim, Ms. Kurashiki, and Kyle never played with her, for obvious reasons.

It was alright, though, as Luna's frequent alone time provided her with opportunities to learn. Luna loved learning, after all; the more knowledge she gained, even while alone, was a positive in her robotic mind.

Gripping the metal part of the first dart tightly, Luna reeled back her arm and thrust forward, letting go and allowing the dart to fly through the air. After a few split seconds, it landed on a colored section of the board.

6 points.

Dio's teal gaze snapped to her instantly. "Are you going easy on me?" he hissed, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed in suspicion. Instantly, she shook her head in response, waving her hands in front of her defensively.

"No! No, of course not. It was just... bad luck, I suppose."

"Yeah, right."

Luna could feel Dio's cold eyes on her as she threw the next dart. As if he was watching to make sure there wasn't a slip-up of any kind in her technique. He had done this before, but it was mostly when they first started their competition. The GAULEM had assumed he had trusted her to the extent of not cheating by now. Sadly, that didn't seem to be the case.

The second dart hit a higher point value, at 11 points. Luna glanced over at her companion and saw the man's sour expression; it seemed he didn't have anything to comment on the matter. Taking a deep breath, the girl tossed the third dart as accurately as she could, earning herself 20 points.

Dio was now 47 points behind, and this was his last turn.

With a growl, the man pried the darts off the board and took aim. His technique had advanced quite a bit, every match earning him more experience and skill. It was... admirable. Luna smiled softly and watched him size up the board and calculate where to throw the dart, rather than just blindly throwing it like he had the first couple days.

His first dart hit 13 points. Dio's eyes narrowed in annoyance, but he kept his comments to himself. Instead, he focused on the next dart.

Luna had to admit, Dio was slowly becoming more patient with things. Despite his technical status as a prisoner here, he was a bit more pleasant to be around. The days blurred together and Luna hadn't even realized that so much time had passed.

To be perfectly honest, she was beginning to enjoy her days with Dio.

She smiled to herself, clutching at her bluebird necklace, watching the next dart hurl through the air. 17 points. Well, that was significantly better than the last throw! Luna silently cheered, not wanting to break Dio's concentration, as the final dart was thrown.

20 points.

After a few milliseconds of calculating, Luna's features brightened. That was a 50 point increase! Not only had he caught up with her, but he'd passed her up! She glanced over at him, ready to congratulate him on his victory, when she noticed his expression.

His face softened, a peace washing over his teal eyes and allowing some of his facial muscles – usually so tense with anger and his guard up – to relax. And he was... smiling. It wasn't a smirk, nor a cocky smile of victory. It was honest, pure relief.

It didn't look like a Dio expression.

As soon as he caught her gaze, however, he snapped back to his original grimace, crossing his arms and muttering, "Fucking finally..."

Luna clasped her hands together, giving a nod. "Congratulations, Dio!"

Dio flashed a quick thumbs up, clearly pleased with himself enough to not care about his tough exterior. Just for another moment, he let his softer side shine through. "Yeah, yeah... Now, let's go get my reward, alright?"

With a nod, Luna led him out of the recreational room. Before they left, however, she looked towards the Zero III ride. Dio paused in his step and followed her gaze. She heard him huff and shift around, crossing his arms, until finally he marched up to the thing and kicked it.

She giggled, despite herself, and followed him out of the room.

Fucking finally.

Finally.

It took two weeks, but Dio had done it. He'd beaten Luna in a game of darts, and he'd earned himself a room for himself. It was great; he knew he shouldn't be so eager about this, as he didn't plan on staying here forever, but... Damn it, he was a little excited.

It wasn't as if he hadn't earned it, anyway. Just like the rank as Myrmidon leader, he reflected, and how he would earn his saint status; Dio had done (and would do) the work, and thus he had every right to a reward. To progress.

Smiling to himself, Dio followed Luna towards the Kurashiki woman's door. The thought that perhaps she would be waiting for him behind the door with a knife fluttered in his mind, but at the same time, he found himself forgetting the thought easily. For some strange reason, Dio didn't think the melon-haired girl would lead him to his demise.

He hadn't forgotten his mission to leave, but he didn't groan at the thought of Luna's company anymore. Two weeks had gone by, after all, and Dio was used to it by now.

Luna was shy and easy to push around, but she was also a bit confusing to him. Being taught that all humans were made of greed and sin, Dio didn't understand how the girl could seem so innocent. How her front could be up at every waking moment, and how she hadn't slipped once. It was almost as if she was actually...

No. He couldn't think that way. Everyone had sins, and humans that were not part of Brother's cause were irredeemable. Luna's true self would come out soon, he was sure, and he would be praising himself for not falling for the act.

He nearly bumped into her when she stopped in front of a large door, the words 'CRASH KEYS' etched into the hard surface. A pin pad was placed next to the handle, covered for privacy's sake. Luna's hand hovered over the buttons, pressing them in a practiced manner (Dio tried to look over her, but the fucking cover prevented him from getting a good look).

After the code had been entered, Luna stepped inside. Dio wasn't sure if he should follow, and stood there awkwardly until his companion motioned him in. Adjusting his hat apprehensively, he walked in with the utmost caution, still wary of any projectiles thrown at him. He couldn't help his caution; sensing discomfort was part of his training as a Myrmidon.

Once inside, however, he noted the lack of weapons and glanced around. The walls were bare, of course, a few bookshelves in the corners of the room. A mahogany desk sat in the center, sporting neat stacks of papers, a photograph of a white-haired man that looked around Dio's age, and... was that a fucking voodoo doll?

But Dio didn't get time to ponder it before he noticed the old woman. She sat, still as stone in the chair behind the desk like some kind of statue. Hell, he would think she wasn't really there if there wasn't the ever-so-slight movement of her chest as she breathed, and her eyes as they blinked. His muscles tensed; how he'd like to find his knife and jab the thing through her heart. If only. Instead, he glared towards her and held her violet gaze.

"Left," she rasped in greeting.

"Bitch," he snapped back.

Luna stepped in between them, placing a hand on Dio's shoulders and easing him into the chair across from the desk. She sat down next to him, giving him a neutral glance. It calmed him down some; he just crossed his arms and sat back in the chair, scoffing to himself and wishing he were anywhere else but here.

"Ma'am, I've brought Dio to speak to you about... our bet." Luna was fidgeting, but he didn't think too much about it. She did that all the time, after all; her hands were all over that necklace most of the time.

Still, he nodded and added, "Yeah. Won the game of darts finally. So, Luna says you have a room for me."

The old woman's eyes lit up for a moment before dissolving back into apathy. "Is that so...?" she asked, giving her maid (or whatever was going on there) a look that he couldn't read. Was she surprised? Didn't Luna tell her about this? "And what have you given her in return?"

"W-what?" Now it was Dio's turn to be surprised. He held onto his hat, keeping it from falling off as he stood up. "Fuck you! I didn't give her shit because that wasn't the deal!" Anger pulsed through him; how dare she make him give more than what was promised? He had won the fucking bet!

But his rage didn't affect her for a moment. She closed her eyes in thought, murmuring in an oddly calm tone, "Sit down, Left."

He frowned, narrowing his eyes and resisting the urge to spit in her face. A few minutes of awkward silence passed.

"P-please, Dio..." Luna added after the long pause.

He found himself sitting, though it wasn't to obey the old woman. He had to believe that Luna was looking out for him, if only a little; if she hadn't, why had she done so much for him already? Dio was a man who did things for a purpose, and he saw others' actions like that, as well.

Everything had a reason behind it. Dio just so happened to think that perhaps Luna's actions were in his best interest. At least... he couldn't think of anything that would suggest the contrary. If Luna intended for him to suffer, she would've left him in the nightmares from the start.

Even if it was to lull him into a state of trust...

Well, it was something. Progress. Dio needed her trust, after all.

"Fine, so I'm sitting. Are you gonna give me the key to my room now?" he barked, glaring daggers into the old woman. Too bad they weren't real daggers.

Akane crossed her hands politely on the surface of the desk. "I see. You believe winning a game of darts has earned you your own room?"

"Uh, yeah. It wasn't just one game, either! I've been playing for the past two fucking weeks. I think I earned it." Pausing, he glanced over to Luna and added, "Besides, she said I would earn it."

The woman's gaze was cool and unwavering and also quite unnerving. Dio didn't waver in his glare, however, and scrunched his eyebrows together to make himself look even angrier (if that was possible at this point).

"I-it's true, ma'am," Luna cut in softly, "I promised Dio. Please... he's earned it."

Akane's glance shot over to Luna, a bit of sharpness settling into the old eyes. Dio didn't want to witness any family or employment drama; he just came here to confront the old bitch and get what was his.

It took another long-ass silence hanging in the air to prompt Luna to continue speaking. "Dio has... proven to be determined in his goals in the past. I am pleased, however, that he has shown interest in something positive, and worked towards that outcome instead of a negative one."

Dio cocked an eyebrow upwards at her statement; oh, man, if only she knew the truth. But he'd let her think that – anything to get him what he wanted. Snorting, he propped his feet up on Akane's desk, crossing his arms and making himself comfortable. The old woman shot a hardened look towards him, but said nothing.

"I am... proud of Dio," Luna continued, her voice quiet but firm, "for doing things traditionally, as well, rather than choosing manipulation and other methods to achieve what he wants. I offered to let him win more than a few times, and he refused."

That's because of pride. Dio thought, but didn't voice it. A woman couldn't understand the hardened pride of a man – and a Myrmidon agent, no less.

Still, he said nothing to argue against her. Who was he to distort a poor, innocent girl's ideals of him? If she wanted to think him a changing man, let her. All the better for him to use.

The Kurashiki bitch seemed to listen to the younger woman's words, and nodded as she spoke. Finally, after a moment of silence, she rasped, "I see. Left, you seem to have Luna's faith invested on you. I advise you to appreciate that faith, and do not disappoint her.

Your room will be far away from mine and anyone else's in the facility. It will be locked while you are inside it, and you must have Luna escort you to and from it. I expect you to behave; remember, we still have a means to control you." The old woman nodded towards Dio's wrist, indicating the watch still snapped around him.

The blond growled, gritting his teeth, but kept his mouth shut still.

"Do we have an understanding, Left?"

Dio glared towards her, but nodded and retorted, "Yeah. You got a deal."

The two of them set off for the garden after Dio stopped in the pantry for dinner. He ate rather quickly, eager to personalize his new prison. It was pathetic, probably, but he couldn't help it; it was his small freedom in this hell.

"How big should I expect this room to be?" the blond asked, trying to hide his eagerness. How old was was he, nine?

But Luna just smiled softly and replied, "It's about the size of one of the crew quarters' rooms. It should have its own bathroom, as well."

So not that big, but bigger than the small space he was allowed when chained to an infirmary bed. And thank Brother for his own bathroom; it was so fucking embarrassing to ask Luna to escort him to the bathroom, and even more humiliating knowing that Zero III was watching him do it.

Pleased with her answer, he nodded in response as they reached the garden.

The lush environment never changed, the different shades of green and brown creating a very natural atmosphere, despite their residence on the moon. The water was clean and fresh enough for fish to live in it; Dio wondered why they didn't have any swimming in the streams. The jellyfish in the treatment room were legit, weren't they? Luna probably loved animals. As much as her fingers met that bluebird charm around her neck, it wasn't far out there to assume she favored birds (though he could see her loving all of nature's creatures).

Dio was neutral about nature. He'd seen animals and plants on the earth, and while he didn't go out of his way to be cruel to them, he didn't exactly lift a finger to help, either. Nature was something, in his opinion, that should be left to either flourish or die without interference. Without human interference.

Free the Soul preached survival of the fittest, and Brother explained that humans were the poison of the earth, not the rest of nature. Nature itself was beautiful because of its pure, untouched state. Humanity was damned because of its sins, and needed to be destroyed for the earth to recover from its plague.

Humans were so weak. Given so much land to own and take reign of, yet they end up destroying everything they touch.

At least Free the Soul was an organization that didn't sacrifice animals. Luna would be upset if she had to deal with Dio in that regard, wouldn't she?

Heh. He smirked and followed her around the garden in silence, until they reached their usual spot: the bench near the waterfall. He had to admit, without his failure on display under the nearby tree, the B. Garden was a peaceful spot. Like the last remnants of the pureness of the earth; even if it was a simulation.

He could see why Luna loved it here, honestly.

For the past two weeks, they had walked around the garden with minimal conversation (some days Dio was completely silent). It wasn't a very talkative two weeks, with the blond steaming in his losses and get through the rest of the day so he could try again in the morning.

But now, with that all over with finally, Dio could sit down and talk with Luna if she wanted. He figured she'd earned something, as well. Not that he'd spill the beans about Free the Soul or anything, but if she wanted to chat about bluebirds or something, he'd comply – for now, anyway.

Luna sat herself down, smoothing out her dress and giving a smile towards her companion. "I'm so glad you managed to get a room, Dio!" she cried, clasping her hands together on her lap pleasantly. The man plopped down next to her, his movements a lot less graceful as he stretched out his legs on the grass.

"I'm just glad it's over," he admitted with a dry smirk. "I was getting fucking sick of that game."

She giggled. "I can see why. It's a hard game to master, but I think you did fine."

"Think so? Heh. Thanks, I guess." He gave a shy shrug, a bit unsure how to respond to her praise.

"You're welcome, Dio."

They fell silent, and Dio sat up straighter on the bench, grabbing the rim of his hat in a fidgeting motion. He wasn't sure how to bring this up, nor how to even begin to mention it. It was something he'd wondered about since he was first trapped here. Something about the way Luna addressed him was very odd to him.

"I- I've been wondering something," he began, avoiding her ice blue eyes. Damn it. He only avoided eye contact if he wasn't sure in what he was saying. Cursing under his breath, he continued, "Why do you call me Dio?"

She didn't understand, however. "What do you mean...?" Luna asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

Rolling his eyes, the blond clarified, "My real name's Left. You heard the Kurashiki bitch calling me it. I mean, I think you know about Free the Soul enough to know that the Myrmidons descended from the boy called Left, right?"

Luna nodded. "Yes, I know all about that."

"So why aren't you calling me Left?"

The freckled girl bit her lip and looked away, as if determining how exactly to answer him. Her hand met her bluebird necklace again, but Dio wouldn't let her fidget. He brought his own hand up to hers and pried it away from the charm, their fingers brushing for a few split seconds. Despite the small time, he noticed it.

"Luna," he murmured, a seriousness to his tone he hadn't even tacked on on purpose. "Tell me."

She nodded, her voice breathless as she answered. "...In the game, you... you introduced yourself as Dio. It... it's silly, but I suppose I've come to know you as Dio, rather than Left. To me, I... suppose you are more than just the clone of a dead child. You're more than what you think you are." Her voice continued to grow quiet until it was just a whisper. "I believe in you, Dio. Whether you believe in yourself or not, I... I do."

Now Dio was speechless. Actually, more like gobsmacked. He was metaphorically smacked in the face by this small, frail woman. Without warning, he was overcome with an urge to simultaneously hit and hug her. He wanted to thank her, and then yell at her and tell her she didn't know what the fuck she was talking about.

Neither of those reactions were really appropriate at the moment, however, so he simply tugged on the tip of his hat and muttered shakily, "...W-whatever."

He needed to distract himself from what had just happened, and fast. Switching subjects, he focused on something else he was curious about. "A-and… the hell is your connection to that old bitch? Are you her maid, or what?"

Luna wasn't expecting the conversation to shift, so she merely blinked in surprise, stammering, "W-what?"

He turned to face her, finally, his eyes ablaze. "Were you Zero?"

Her expression froze in surprise, and for a split second, he thought he had it right on the money. But she shook her head, her ginger curls bouncing as her head moved to the sides. "N-no! No, of course not. I promise, Dio, I'm not Zero. I... You could say I work for Zero, however."

"So you were in on the whole thing..."

"Y...yes," the girl whispered, nodding slowly. "Yes, I was."

"You deceived us, like I did."

A nod.

"So you are capable of lying. Just like you lied to me about the bitch giving me a room. She didn't know anything about it. What gives?"

The young woman's gaze fell to the grass, her hand raising again and wrapping tightly around her birdcage charm. He let her this time. "I'm... sorry, Dio. I... was going to tell Ms. Kurashiki as soon as possible. But..."

"But what?" he snapped, glaring at her. "Did you just forget? Did you plan on deceiving me from the start, just like in the fucking game?"

"N-no!" Luna waved her hands in front of her defensively. "No, no, that's not it at all. I..." Her lips pursed and she took a deep breath before continuing, "I... got caught up in what we were doing, I suppose."

...what?

"You were so preoccupied by our games that you forgot to mention that I might not get what I was fucking promised!?" Dio hissed. He was about to stomp out of the garden in anger right then and there, but her response was... surprising, to say the least.

"No," she murmured, standing up to meet his eyes. "I was... having fun."

...fun?

How many times had Dio missed the meaning of that word? He wasn't even sure he knew what it truly meant; had there been a time in his scheduled life where he truly let go and had fun? His memory grew fuzzy as he thought, unable to think of a time like that. There was nothing he could think of, and he found that to be sort of pathetic. He'd never had fun in his life?

He found himself just sitting there, blinking in confusion, and finally forced himself to react. Anger was the only thing he had left, so he just glared at her and turned away.

But maybe he wasn't really angry.

Maybe he was realizing that maybe, if only a little, he had been having fun with her, too.