Awakened- Act:03- The Aftermath

She sat in the darkness of her room, her new room. When he had been there, she had such a
small room, but she held it dear to what heart she had. It was small, but it was like solid
gold to her. What posessed her to switch rooms now, though? She didn't even know. Maybe it
was the fact that she was now the only one, besides Norman, who lived there, or because in
Roger's will, it was all given to her, as odd as she thought it to be. The darkness was quite
inviting sometimes. She just sat, on the floor, against the wall, and away from the bed. The
bed that he had been in. She didn't want to go near any of it.

"Miss Dorothy, dinner time." Norman had opened the door, letting light leak into the darkened
room. Dorothy just nodded, sitting there for a moment, while Norman just stared, waiting
for her to come. "When you want to, it's out here."

"Thank you, Norman." Dorothy replied quietly. It was unlike her to be quiet, she had very little
control over inflextions, pitch, and volume. Norman shut the door slowly, letting the dark
regain it's space. He sighed from outside, and stayed a little bit to see if she wanted to
come out and eat. She didn't need it, and she couldn't taste it, but it was humanlike, and
sometimes Dorothy did what she had to do to be as human as ever. Though, people don't take her
seriously in that case.

"So Roger, you really are gone. For this past week, I was hoping you'd just stomp in the door,
angry at your client, like you usually did. I would stand by the door, waiting, but nothing
came. I guess it's just the hope of an android, and that's not saying much." Dorothy stood
up, trying to see in the dark. She had ways of getting light, but she refused to use them.
Dorothy could get across the room on her own. Pushing the door open with little weight, she
barely squeezed out, shutting it behind her. She walked down the hall, and down the stairs,
peeking into the dinning room, where Norman just sat, looking helpless. Well, Norman felt
like a father to Roger, in a way, and Roger pretty much felt the same, or so Dorothy had
seen it that way.

Dorothy didn't want him hearing her leave, so she crept past the doorway, and tried holding in
her weight as much as she could. It was pretty much spring out. She stepped out, wrapping her
arms around herself. She wasn't cold, she didn't know what that felt like. It was a sheer
impulse to her. She looked around, and it still looked gloomy. It always looked gloomy in the
city. Dorothy walked in it's gloomy-ness, making note of everything she saw so she wouldn't
lose her way. Chances were slim on that, though. After about an hour of walking, she finally
reached her destination; the Military Police Office. The girl just stared up at the building,
wondering if she should enter or not. Roger could have easily, she thought. He could
prance in there, skip in there, make the biggest fool of himself in there, and they'd let him
in, without a thought!

"Hey..." The voice was familiar to her, and she turned around to see who was calling to her.
Dorothy just stood there, not moving, and just waited to see what he had to say. "Maybe
we should go inside and talk. It's too gloomy out here." With a slight nod, Dan Dastun walked
infront of her, openning the door for her. Dorothy stood there, baffled at the notation.
"It means ladies first, and you're a lady." He gave a soft smile, as she slowly walked,
picking up the pace, but waiting for him to lead the way.

"So, you were closeto Roger Smith, were you not?" Dorothy asked bluntly, sitting in a nice
comfy chair infront of his desk. It took a moment for Dastun to even think about the
question.

"I.. guess you could say that. We were in the MP together, until he..."

"Until he what?"

"Well, Roger didn't agree with the MP's methods, and laws. So he quit the force, and became
known as the Negotiator." Dastun leaned back in his chair, just letting it balance him.
Dorothy sat there, quiet and reserved.

"I see. How long did it take him to become this.. Negotiator?" Dorothy's expression was of
the normal one she carried everyday. Her facade held up well.

"About a year, if not even that. Roger wa-is talented, I'll give him that." Nervous at his
previous statement, Dastun leaned forward rather quickly, and was jolted by the chairs reaction
from this. "How do.. did.. you know Roger?"

"I lived with him." AS bad as that might sound, Dorothy was proud of it, proud that she lived
with the Negotiator. Though, it wasn't in that certain sense, she was still proud to be a
'maid' of his house.

"Really? I don't ever remember him mentioning that to me."

"Of course not. Roger was never really proud or fond of me."

"I've known Roger for quite sometime. He can be hard as a rock. He doesn't let people aware of
his feelings. I'm sure he was very proud of you. I don't see why he wouldn't be." Dastun
leaned his arms back behind his head, tipping the chair a bit.

"I'm an android, and that's why he wouldn't be." Dorothy looked Dastun in the eye, as he
flinched a little from the resulting answer. "He always thought that because I wasn't human,
he was higher than me. He always treated me like I had no feelings or emotion."

"Technically, you don't. However, that sounds like him." The sigh he gave off floated
through the room a bit.

"But I do have emotions. They may not be equivalent to your kind, but I can still feel pain,
sorrow, happiness, and others."

"Yes, I believe you on that. I've known Roger for a while. He seems shallow, but really,
there was something under him he hid. I never really knew what it was, but I could sense it."
Dorothy looked over at the window as she heard the droplets of water hit the ground. It
began to rain, like it always did in the fablistic city.

"I just wanted to hear him say sorry before he died, and I knew I never would hear those words."
She leaned back in her seat, as silence was throughout the room. After a five minute silence
session, Dorothy stood up. "I better be heading home now."

"I don't mean to be ignorant, but now that Roger's dead, where do you live?" Dastun stood up,
a little confused.

"I live in his house, still. He left it all to me in his will. Though, I don't know what an
android like me would do in that big house and with that money." She joked for once, something
she had in her own cynical personality. Dorothy was very cynical in situations, espeically those
that Roger got her into. Dastun chuckled a bit, but his gazed turned to the outside.

"It's raining outside, don't you wa-" He was cut off by Dorothy.

"I'll be fine." Dorothy, quick to boot, wondered off and into the pouring rain. The droplets of
water soaked her clothes up immediately. Her first reaction, let it. Doroth ywasn't human,
she knew that, and she wouldn't get a cold, or get sick and die. She couldn't die if she
wanted to. She believed she was never even alive to begin with. As her wet feet trampled
through more and more puddles, she drug herself on. She had to get to this place before she
went home. Soaking wet, her feet met the mat of the inside. It was a bar, a familiar bar.

People stared at her, soaking wet, as she walked into the bar. The bartender was about to
ask for ID, but instead, just let her walk on by him. People still stared, wondering who
she was. They had never seen her there. Most of the people there were regulars, anyway.
Dorothy moved around for a moment, getting a quick glance of the place. Her metal black eyes met
the man who she was looking for. Her feet moved slowly, but gradually picked up the pace.
He noticed her, but chose to ignore. Dorothy, not caring if he wanted her to or not, lowered
into the wooden chair.

More silence in her seat, as he didn't say a word to her. She had been a little fed up with it
and finally spoke lightly. "Talk to me." The man still ignored her, as she sat there, waiting
for a response. Nothing, as minutes passed by.

"I don't even know you." The man with the newspaper in his hands, glasses, still looked into
the paper. People were staring at her oddly, but she didn't care. Why would she? So, after
getting a half ass answer, she stood up, and left the bar, venturing out into the pouring
rain. As she stepped out, the man looked up at her, one of his eyebrows lifting a bit.
Rapidly, she ran down the sidewalks, splashing water all over the place, hitting puddles,
getting wetter then she was before.

Soon, her glimpse came to the house, as the soaking girl finally reached home. As she entered,
getting water all over the place, Norman rushed to her with a few towels. "I was worried
about you, miss."

"You don't need to worry too much, Norman." Gently accepting them, she odded for a thanks, and
headed up the stairs. The house is too big, she thought. Norman leanedb ack, staring at the
path she had just taken. Shaking his head a bit, he walked down the hall, worried if she
would be alright.

Dorothy wrapped one of the dry towels around her, slowly walking towards the piano. She got an
odd feeling from it, keeping her away. "It's been a while since I've played you, old friend."
Tapping the black surface lightly, Dorothy let a small smile grow on her face, something that
wasn't normal.

-owari

Act:04(Last Chapter, I promise)- So, while Dorothy slowly recovers, she looks back at her own
memories.

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Okay, okay. So there's going to be four chapters. I just didn't feel like shoving it all into
one whole chapter, since there's still a lot more to be said and done with this. Four chapters,
and that's my max. Uh. .this one, kinda was just a preview of how Dorothy is feeling inside
about everything, so. I think I rushed the whole "mini-series", though. Bah, I might go back
and rewrite it all sometime in the future. Maybe, maybe not. =p Hope you liked this one. ^^

Gwen