to Mimoru: thank you so much, I felt incredibly excited when I saw your message! With you still reading this story, I cannot feel sad at all.
btw I was thinking, if you feel like sending me a request, I can try and write it for you, just let me know, I'd be really happy)
~excure

Chapter 10. You're gonna sing for me

"Well, I understand, of course, but isn't it too much?"

Sitting on the futon, right in front of the air fan, it felt so nice that I didn't even bother to move, only glanced at Gakupo who went out shopping and just came back.

"Does it still feel too hot? Air conditioning, now even fan's on. Your hair clips look cute though, I admit."

I didn't clip my fringe to hear that. Didn't he feel how hot it was outside?

"Watermelon!" I stretched out my hand.

When I finally woke up after our night walk, I sent Gakupo shopping to the local market, even though I didn't know where it was. Actually, he was still sleeping and was not going to wake up right away, so I had to motivate him a bit, licking his cheek all of a sudden, and then escape from his morning hug.

While still a bit grumpy Gakupo was trying to figure it out how to cut the watermelon, I settled behind his back and started tying up his hair so that it would not bother him.

"That girl downstairs was staring again," he reported in a sad voice.

"I am not surprised,"

"I think she is always sitting there,"

"Somebody has to sit there, right?"

Enough of your chitchat, cut it already!

After I fixed his ponytail, I sat down closer to the table, so that I get to grab the very first piece.

"You promised to tell me everything,"

"I've been waiting for this watermelon whole year, so you can wait too."

But, as soon as Gakupo was done with his portion, I sent him off to take shower. Then, he had to put the leftovers to the fridge grumbling that I make him do all kind of stupid things. I wouldn't say that I was scared to start the promised talk, it was just that I enjoyed a bit looking at his troubled face. It feels so nice when someone does care. But the calmer I became the more nervous he looked.

"If I asked you what you wanted to hear, you'd probably say 'everything', right?"
I got a nod in reply and chuckled.

"Then it's better I start with errors…" he drew himself up at that, "oh, come on, won't you calm down already!"

"I can't," he thought a bit and added, "don't want to."

It seemed he was prepared to store every single word in his memory. I felt so flattered.

"So, the errors. It's actually a very personal thing, but you cannot go without knowing about those, or you might get into trouble. There are two types of error. The first type are programming errors; they are debugged with the main systems off and debugging is followed by a complete reset. Short time memory in that case gets lost, and it causes irreversible changes in vocaloid personality. The other error types are a bit more complicated. They appear after initial startup and are not so easy to correct. Mine is exactly that, so nothing can be done about it.

"Nothing at all?" Gakupo asked.

"I should be cherished and put in the fridge from time to time. Or I can be used as research material for future generations. Well, I personally prefer the first option."

"My error can be corrected?"

"As for now - yes. But you are going to lose your memories, telling you."

I sigh heavily, remembering Meiko. It was not nice at all - getting to know older sister again. And who knows how it would work with Gakupo. It's not like human amnesia, I mean, no memories - no feelings. And I got way too attached to him.

"Right, I am doing it as soon as we are back."

I was trying to take one more piece of watermelon and my hand froze at his words. He didn't understand anything at all? I swallowed a lump in my throat, hoping my voice sounds as usual.

"Personality is completely and irreversibly deleted,"

"I've been working on something this year, so I can remain myself even after correction,"

He doesn't get it. Nothing at all! I snapped my eyes shut barely holding myself together.

"And what is this wonderful something?"

My voice sounded venomously like it was someone else talking. Kaito, calm down.

"Don't worry about that. I'll manage myself."

It was too much. I often got annoyed with him but I didn't expect those idiotic words. I pushed the plate aside, so that it wouldn't get in the way, and tried to calm down, breathing in deeply. It didn't help at all. I got even angrier.

Cutting short his another stupid question about my condition, I turned around roughly grabbing his shoulders seeing nothing, dark spots in my eyes. I just figured hearing heavy thud and muffled swears that I managed to throw him somehow down on the floor. I hoped he hit his head and thus all those unnecessary ideas got lost.

"This cannot be managed by someone like you," I announced in an ice cold voice, trying to regain my vision as soon as possible.

He frowned. Probably thought I tried to offend him. Nope, it's just a mere truth.

"I'll ask Yumi,"

"As if she doesn't have anything else to do,"

You don't like that, right? So forget it, your stupid idea.

"You promised to tell me all about yourself, but now you keep saying that an important action probably going to fail."

It seemed he understood that he better stoped talking about that. I smiled, breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit up properly, but Gakupo hurriedly captured my waist.

"Please, stay like this, I do like our position. It's not so often that you knock me down in so adorable manner," he explained. I didn't even realize but it did look somewhat suggestive.

"If you quit touching me like that,"

His face looked surprised that I agreed at all, but his hand fell on the floor obediently.

"Now, tell me more,"

When I get this kind of questions, I don't know where to actually start… But he asked to tell him everything from the very beginning, so...

"It was cold," I managed to force my first words, hoping that it would be easier later. I paused and put my hand on my heart, "Right there. You know, when someone writes a song for you, it feels warmer. But I was so cold that the only thing I could think of was somebody else's warmth. I don't remember for how long I went on like this. Sometimes I did feel warmer, but with time it occurred less and less often. And one morning I woke up and realized that I don't feel cold at all. That's how it broke down. No matter what our research department tried - nothing helped. So it was decided to leave everything as it is, this error didn't affect my singing. There was nobody to sing for, anyway. I really thought… hoped… But since that time it always feels like I have a piece of ice in there. Once I thought it started thawing a bit, that time when Miku helped me, but now it's all the same... And all the same, I still don't have anyone to sing for."

"Kaito"

I was about to stop anyway, because I didn't know what else I should say, so I hurried to get up and move away from him, rubbing my wrists self-consciously, hiding my eyes… mumbling something.

"Kaito. Let's go on stage, the one where we all are supposed to perform tomorrow. You're gonna sing for me."

tbc