He's typing furiously, and I'm dictating what he should say. "More information on the picture I
sent you before," I state, my words flying just as fast as his fingers. Besides my voice, the room is
filled with the sounds of working persocons, and the wild clattering of his keyboard. Sometimes I
swear he's going to break that thing with how fast he types, but I do the exact same thing, so I
guess he's not the only one at fault there. I stop talking, and with a feral grin, he moves his hands
away from the keyboard. "This needs the Kirameku touch, now," he says. With an amused shake
of my head, I slide into his seat as he vacates it, and soon my brain's buzzing with ideas almost
faster than my hands can keep up with writing them down. He brings up some images on my
console. "We need to study these more carefully, but all our full-sized persocons are being used.
Do you mind-" I cut him off. "Bring down Kotoko and Hikaru," I respond. He barely seems to
notice that I'm talking, but he taps a few buttons on the side of the console. Within a few minutes,
our mobile persocons are seated on the ledge between the machines. Kotoko, his mobile, has long
blue-black hair with two jingle-bell style dataports on either side of her head, and two mock
dataports to round out her appearance. Hikaru, my mobile, has shoulder-length burgundy hair
with two dataports of the exact same style perched at the sides of her head. They both wear the
same outfit, red and white dresses with long, draping sleeves and red bows at the front, and a
stylized representation of their dataport style on the back of the dresses. Yoshiyuki smiles at his
workmanship (he built both the mobiles himself, and gave me one for my birthday a couple years
back) and almost lovingly reaches out to hook Kotoko into the console. I do the same for Hikaru,
and soon the two are hard at work scanning the pictures. Yoshiyuki watches the analyzations fly
by on the screen, and I return to my rapid typing. Before long, Kotoko's eyes snap open. "Master,
pictures analyzed!" she says. Hikaru opens her eyes more lazily, and sits upright. "What Kotoko
said," she says through a faked yawn. Hikaru is such a smart-aleck...I love her dearly for it. I
smile and pat her on the head. Yoshiyuki sorts out the relevant data, stopping to confer with the
mobiles every so often, and before long we're locked onto the mysterious persocon's location.
She's approaching the Yamatani Bookstore. I pin Yoshiyuki with a cold stare. "Go get her," I
snap. "And don't make any mistakes. Yoshiyuki-san." He catches the icy sarcasm in my voice,
and laughs, leaning closer to me. "You know what, Kirameku-chan?" he murmurs. "You know
what I like best about you?" Of course I do, but I stay silent, waiting to hear him say it. He does,
moving still closer. "The way you take command of a situation...any situation." His lips touch
mine.
What I like best about Yoshiyuki...is the way he lets me take control.
sent you before," I state, my words flying just as fast as his fingers. Besides my voice, the room is
filled with the sounds of working persocons, and the wild clattering of his keyboard. Sometimes I
swear he's going to break that thing with how fast he types, but I do the exact same thing, so I
guess he's not the only one at fault there. I stop talking, and with a feral grin, he moves his hands
away from the keyboard. "This needs the Kirameku touch, now," he says. With an amused shake
of my head, I slide into his seat as he vacates it, and soon my brain's buzzing with ideas almost
faster than my hands can keep up with writing them down. He brings up some images on my
console. "We need to study these more carefully, but all our full-sized persocons are being used.
Do you mind-" I cut him off. "Bring down Kotoko and Hikaru," I respond. He barely seems to
notice that I'm talking, but he taps a few buttons on the side of the console. Within a few minutes,
our mobile persocons are seated on the ledge between the machines. Kotoko, his mobile, has long
blue-black hair with two jingle-bell style dataports on either side of her head, and two mock
dataports to round out her appearance. Hikaru, my mobile, has shoulder-length burgundy hair
with two dataports of the exact same style perched at the sides of her head. They both wear the
same outfit, red and white dresses with long, draping sleeves and red bows at the front, and a
stylized representation of their dataport style on the back of the dresses. Yoshiyuki smiles at his
workmanship (he built both the mobiles himself, and gave me one for my birthday a couple years
back) and almost lovingly reaches out to hook Kotoko into the console. I do the same for Hikaru,
and soon the two are hard at work scanning the pictures. Yoshiyuki watches the analyzations fly
by on the screen, and I return to my rapid typing. Before long, Kotoko's eyes snap open. "Master,
pictures analyzed!" she says. Hikaru opens her eyes more lazily, and sits upright. "What Kotoko
said," she says through a faked yawn. Hikaru is such a smart-aleck...I love her dearly for it. I
smile and pat her on the head. Yoshiyuki sorts out the relevant data, stopping to confer with the
mobiles every so often, and before long we're locked onto the mysterious persocon's location.
She's approaching the Yamatani Bookstore. I pin Yoshiyuki with a cold stare. "Go get her," I
snap. "And don't make any mistakes. Yoshiyuki-san." He catches the icy sarcasm in my voice,
and laughs, leaning closer to me. "You know what, Kirameku-chan?" he murmurs. "You know
what I like best about you?" Of course I do, but I stay silent, waiting to hear him say it. He does,
moving still closer. "The way you take command of a situation...any situation." His lips touch
mine.
What I like best about Yoshiyuki...is the way he lets me take control.