Loves Hateful Deception

         By: Chocolote Roses

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own chobits. I wish I owned a persocom though TT

             I hate school. Really, I do. It's filled with people, and persocoms a like, and not one seemed to notice the next. It was a fusion of so much, and it drove me crazy being here. Of course, there was always the bright side of things, like her. My Dita, my love, now if she'd just return those feelings that I know she has, life would be bliss. But, Dita wasn't like that. What she returned was either the cold shoulder, or a fist in the face. She had a bad temper, or maybe it was just my fault for provoking her.

            "Zima!? Zima, you're going to be late for class!" My long-term friend, Hiroyasu, called. (AN: Yeah, I made Hiroyasu both younger, and Zima's friend. It's AU OK!?? ) I smiled curtly, and nodded as I spead up. Hiroyasu, myself, and Dita shared our first period class. We also shared it with Yumi, the apple of Hiroyasu eye. Of course, he was a scared baby to do anything. He reminded me of Dita, feeling a love and passion for someone but harboring it rather as hate. I smirked at this thought, and Hiroyasu quirked a brow.

            "What are you thinking about, Zima?" He asked in a saracastic tone, and I merely shrugged.

            "Who said I was thinking-"

            "That's right! You weren't thinking! Because if you were, you'd be on time!" Came the stern voice of our teacher, Mr. Wemplate. He was bald, completely, and had an icy blue stare. I shrugged and strolled passed him, which made him shake in anger. He was a stout man, with long skinny fingers and he barely came up to waist height of any of us. Hiroyasu followed behind me quickly, shaking his head as he took a seat next to Yumi, who passed him a note. I strolled up to the back row, past several empty desks, and plopped myself right next to Dita. Her groan was far more then audible, and dare I say, not needed!?

            "Hello, Dita," I said, with a large smirk on my face. I could see her head whip to her side, facing me now.

            "Go sit somewhere else," she growled. Dita was always cute, so ferocious. She reminded me of a cat. It holds it's temper for as long as it can, until it all comes streaming outwards. She always wore the cutest outfits, always in black, and always covered in a sleevless trench coat with red buckles.

            "But, somewhere else would mean I'd be farther away from you!" I laughed as she attempted to scoot her chair away. My eyes then caught Hiroyasu, who was shaking his head in dismay. I smiled again, I had such a charm on people. The teacher then began to speak, adding with him this hideous duck waddle. He'd move left, then right, then pause and stare at nothing for a second. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still talking, I'd swear he was daydreaming. Class whipped by quick, and I walked down the steps (AN: The desks are leveled. Like, theres the ground floor of desks, then a step up and more desks, and so on.) and then proceeded to walk next to Dita. Dita and Yumi were friends, which was quite odd. I suppose it's manageable, though, figuring that after the whole experience with Persocoms gave Yumi a more depressed mood, she and Dita were pretty good partners.

            "So, will you come then?" Yumi asked. When I said she was depressed, I suppose I should have worded it better. Whenever we talk about persocoms, she becomes depressed and dazed. Maybe because a few years back, Hiroyasu actually fell "in love" with a persocom. The funny thing is, that both Dita and I were persocoms. Perhaps Yumi just didn't know?

            "Go where?" Dita butted in quickly, and I smiled.

            "They're coming to my house to smoke up some drag!" I laughed, and Hiroyasu hit me.

            "We're going dancing at the party next Friday, want to come?" I smiled at this and put an arm around Dita's shoulder. I was quite amazed, because she really did nothing about it.

            "We'll go," I said, and all Dita did was walk away with Yumi. I stared after her for a second, before coming back to look at Hiroyasu.

            "Women, such grudge holders!" I growled, and walked quite calmly to my next class, figuring I wasn't exactly the happiest person on the planet.

(Review PLEASE TT. This is AU, so yeah, they're all going to be a bit out of character… I hope it's not to much though L)