Shichi
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Chapter One- Moshido's Generosity
Ryoko Monomonoi stared out the window in her room. She didn't have much there. She wasn't the richest of all people. But what she wanted, more than riches, more than a boyfriend, even more than world peace, was a persocom. She slipped on her shoes and put her jacket on. It was cold outside. "Mom, I'm going for a walk," Ryoko yelled. "Okay, be careful!" a voice yelled back. It was snowing outside. Most of the year it was. She lived in Osaka, one of the coldest parts of Japan. As she was walking down Harumi Street, she stopped at the corner and stared into the window of a store—which read "Persocom's! Affordable Price!"—where persocoms were on display there. "Humph, yeah right" she muttered to herself. The new model, a PC71. They were so beautiful—so real. Except for the ears they were human. "I see you admiring those new models" a voice called from the store. It was Moshido-san, the manager. "Yes, I want one more than anything. But, I know I can't afford one." "Nonsense, said the manager. They are at wonderful prices!" he screamed. "Yes, they are." Ryoko lied. "Hmm, I see. Here, follow me. I want to show you something." Moshido-san led her into the store. She followed him all the way into the back. She didn't even know there was a back. What saw her made her eyes stretch wide open. There were persocoms back there—male ones. "Wow," Ryoko exclaimed, "you don't see male models that much." "They're very rare. And beautiful," manager said. "You can say that again!" Ryoko said excitedly. "Right. Every one should have one." "What?" Ryoko asked. "Here," manager said. "Have this one," he said as he put his hand on the shoulder of one of the male models." The model was very attractive—Ryoko had to admit. Even though it was a computer. It had on blue jeans, with some tears in it (which was okay.) It also had a red shirt on with the word "Seven" on it. He had brown hair, fairly long and shaggy. Ryoko stood there—wide-eyed and speechless. "THANK YOU MANAGER!" She couldn't hold her excitement. She had a persocom.
Disclaimer-Nothing owned.
Chapter One- Moshido's Generosity
Ryoko Monomonoi stared out the window in her room. She didn't have much there. She wasn't the richest of all people. But what she wanted, more than riches, more than a boyfriend, even more than world peace, was a persocom. She slipped on her shoes and put her jacket on. It was cold outside. "Mom, I'm going for a walk," Ryoko yelled. "Okay, be careful!" a voice yelled back. It was snowing outside. Most of the year it was. She lived in Osaka, one of the coldest parts of Japan. As she was walking down Harumi Street, she stopped at the corner and stared into the window of a store—which read "Persocom's! Affordable Price!"—where persocoms were on display there. "Humph, yeah right" she muttered to herself. The new model, a PC71. They were so beautiful—so real. Except for the ears they were human. "I see you admiring those new models" a voice called from the store. It was Moshido-san, the manager. "Yes, I want one more than anything. But, I know I can't afford one." "Nonsense, said the manager. They are at wonderful prices!" he screamed. "Yes, they are." Ryoko lied. "Hmm, I see. Here, follow me. I want to show you something." Moshido-san led her into the store. She followed him all the way into the back. She didn't even know there was a back. What saw her made her eyes stretch wide open. There were persocoms back there—male ones. "Wow," Ryoko exclaimed, "you don't see male models that much." "They're very rare. And beautiful," manager said. "You can say that again!" Ryoko said excitedly. "Right. Every one should have one." "What?" Ryoko asked. "Here," manager said. "Have this one," he said as he put his hand on the shoulder of one of the male models." The model was very attractive—Ryoko had to admit. Even though it was a computer. It had on blue jeans, with some tears in it (which was okay.) It also had a red shirt on with the word "Seven" on it. He had brown hair, fairly long and shaggy. Ryoko stood there—wide-eyed and speechless. "THANK YOU MANAGER!" She couldn't hold her excitement. She had a persocom.