Title: A.I.

Disclaimer: Don't own GW, Only Wind Electronics belongs to me.. plot takes some of the angst in the beginning from the movie Edward Scissorhands, which doesn't belong to me either..

Warnings: Slight AU, Implied Yaoi, Death, and Angst, possible tear-jerker?

Pairings: (in order:)Implied 6x13, Implied 13+5, Implied 3x4, Implied 3+6, 4+13(13+4)


~*Prologue*~

Setting: Former Sanc Kingdom
Year: AC 245
Location: Wind Electronics
Time: Midnight

A lone figure sat working over a bench, one bright light casting a glow over the work on it. An ebony cube the size of a car battery was suspended in front of the bench by a crystal network of wires and rods of a slender size. Lights flashed through the crystal web from the cube and a pair of azure eyes glanced up from the bench to them. A small smile graced the man's lips for a moment. "I'm almost finished.. almost.. soon as this chip is completed and I get the bugs out of the containment field.. you'll live again."

The lights flashed again and the man nodded looking back down at the small chip held by small crystal claws on the bench. "Just a little more.. and then I'll install it and finish the remaining settings and my work will be done.." The azure eyes flickered from the chip briefly to the picture setting on the edge of the bench, one hand lifting to trace the features of the ginger-haired man within the picture.

A sudden trembling seized the hand touching the glass of the picture and pushed the frame slightly back over the edge of the bench to fall against the tiled floor below. The man drew his hand back against his chest, lifting his other hand to try and rub out the pain in the cramping muscles in his left hand. "Damn, well.. at least I didn't harm the chip." he said quietly.

Lights flashed from the ebony cube and he looked up again at it once before pushing himself from the bench to stand up and walk around. Bending over to pick up the picture frame. "It's nothing to worry about.. its passed already." he murmured softly towards the lights, which flashed in a river of white over one side of the cube. "You worry about me more than my own sister.. of course, you always did." he said as he moved to set the frame back onto the bench. A second seizure struck then and the picture fell once again, this time followed by the man, to the floor. Lights rippled again over the cube, but this time went unanswered.

An hour later, a technician knocked softly on the door to the room and then receiving no answer, opened it to find the founder of Wind Electronics stretched out on the floor, his long silver streaked blond hair fanned out underneath him. The azure eyes stared unseeing at the broken glass littering the ground beneath the frame of the picture.