This is the last chapter, folks! It took me a while to crank out due to
stress, but here we are. It... may be short, but meh. If you guys like it
enough, I may consider to crank out another chapter or two.
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Ami awkwardly slurped at her milkshake, trying her hardest to ignore the scandelous stares her friends shot her. They had been happy for her, of course, after all- this was the first boyfriend Ami had ever really had. But... the looks they were shooting at Hiroyuki combined with the pouts on their lips were starting to get to her.
"You know," she heard Minako start, drawing out the words, "you never did tell me if Hiroyuki-kun has a brother." Ami fought down the twitch Minako's flirtatious use of the honorific of "-kun" and patiently looked at her friend.
"No he doesn't have a brother, but he has three sisters."
Hiroyuki blankly looked at Ami, wondering if she had a glitch, "I have sisters?"
Ami smiled at him, "Saati, Foti, and Tewenti." Hiroyuki still looked at her blankly, but suddenly understood what she meant. Miss Twenty, Miss Thirty, and Miss Forty.
"Oh," Minako mumbled, visibly dissapointed, "I see. Funny, you know Hiroyuki-kun, you're sisters' names sound like 20, 30, and 40 only in English." Ami and Hiroyuki snickered inaudibly, and merely shrugged.
"Yeah," Hiroyuki chuckled, "my parent's ran out of ideas when it came to my sister's names."
Ami merely smiled.
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They walked silently, hand in hand, through the city towards Ami's apartment, enjoying the sunset. Hiroyuki, aparently enjoying the childish habit, was swinging their hands back and forth and humming. Well, he called it humming, but Ami found that it sounded more like Internet dialing up. Very creepy.
"Hey, Yuki-kun?"
"Yes, Ami-ko?"
"Will you be... ok with living with me in my apartment? I mean, what happens if we were to one day dispise eachother?"
"Do you despise me, Ami-ko?"
"Oh! No, that's not what I meant! I'm just asking, what if?"
"Well... I would move out, I presume. Though I don't quite like the idea of this happening, I am an AI and I could adapt to like others. Or, if you would prefer, when you are done with me you can merely ask me to go back into the computer and stay there."
Ami looked at him horrified, "Why are you talking like that, Yuki- kun?"
"Talking like what?" he softly questioned her, flipping back hair from his eyes with the snap of his head.
"Talking like... you're only an object. Only a program."
"Because... because I am, am I not? A program. You created me, you could just as easily erase me."
"No... no your not."
"I... beg your pardon?"
"You're not just a program, Uzetama Hiroyuki. You... you can to life, you see? You are now a human-being-- you posess a physical body, and you're A.I. You are a human! Well... a human who can materialize clothing, inanimate objects, and send themself into a computer. But... I think that the more time you spend outside of the computer, the more time you... develope your own soul."
"Sounds good to me," Hiroyuki said, grinning at her cheekily. Sweeping her into his arms, he ran at breakneck speed up the staircase and into the aparment, waiting only long enough for a clearly shaken Ami to unlock the door. Running once more, he threw her onto her bed in her room.
"Wee!" he insisted, jumping onto it beside her, bouncing around childishly. She smiled at him, and laughed softly as he violently attempted to kick off his shoes, almost resulting in her laptop breaking. He grinned over to her and pounced on top of her, playfully pecking her nose.
"I... guess I could get used to this kissing thing."
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Really short? Yes, I realized that as well. Woo? Remember, if you want more just... review, I guess. I'll see what I can do, my lovelies.
Remember to check out my new Hotaru-centric fanfic!
-VM
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Ami awkwardly slurped at her milkshake, trying her hardest to ignore the scandelous stares her friends shot her. They had been happy for her, of course, after all- this was the first boyfriend Ami had ever really had. But... the looks they were shooting at Hiroyuki combined with the pouts on their lips were starting to get to her.
"You know," she heard Minako start, drawing out the words, "you never did tell me if Hiroyuki-kun has a brother." Ami fought down the twitch Minako's flirtatious use of the honorific of "-kun" and patiently looked at her friend.
"No he doesn't have a brother, but he has three sisters."
Hiroyuki blankly looked at Ami, wondering if she had a glitch, "I have sisters?"
Ami smiled at him, "Saati, Foti, and Tewenti." Hiroyuki still looked at her blankly, but suddenly understood what she meant. Miss Twenty, Miss Thirty, and Miss Forty.
"Oh," Minako mumbled, visibly dissapointed, "I see. Funny, you know Hiroyuki-kun, you're sisters' names sound like 20, 30, and 40 only in English." Ami and Hiroyuki snickered inaudibly, and merely shrugged.
"Yeah," Hiroyuki chuckled, "my parent's ran out of ideas when it came to my sister's names."
Ami merely smiled.
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They walked silently, hand in hand, through the city towards Ami's apartment, enjoying the sunset. Hiroyuki, aparently enjoying the childish habit, was swinging their hands back and forth and humming. Well, he called it humming, but Ami found that it sounded more like Internet dialing up. Very creepy.
"Hey, Yuki-kun?"
"Yes, Ami-ko?"
"Will you be... ok with living with me in my apartment? I mean, what happens if we were to one day dispise eachother?"
"Do you despise me, Ami-ko?"
"Oh! No, that's not what I meant! I'm just asking, what if?"
"Well... I would move out, I presume. Though I don't quite like the idea of this happening, I am an AI and I could adapt to like others. Or, if you would prefer, when you are done with me you can merely ask me to go back into the computer and stay there."
Ami looked at him horrified, "Why are you talking like that, Yuki- kun?"
"Talking like what?" he softly questioned her, flipping back hair from his eyes with the snap of his head.
"Talking like... you're only an object. Only a program."
"Because... because I am, am I not? A program. You created me, you could just as easily erase me."
"No... no your not."
"I... beg your pardon?"
"You're not just a program, Uzetama Hiroyuki. You... you can to life, you see? You are now a human-being-- you posess a physical body, and you're A.I. You are a human! Well... a human who can materialize clothing, inanimate objects, and send themself into a computer. But... I think that the more time you spend outside of the computer, the more time you... develope your own soul."
"Sounds good to me," Hiroyuki said, grinning at her cheekily. Sweeping her into his arms, he ran at breakneck speed up the staircase and into the aparment, waiting only long enough for a clearly shaken Ami to unlock the door. Running once more, he threw her onto her bed in her room.
"Wee!" he insisted, jumping onto it beside her, bouncing around childishly. She smiled at him, and laughed softly as he violently attempted to kick off his shoes, almost resulting in her laptop breaking. He grinned over to her and pounced on top of her, playfully pecking her nose.
"I... guess I could get used to this kissing thing."
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Really short? Yes, I realized that as well. Woo? Remember, if you want more just... review, I guess. I'll see what I can do, my lovelies.
Remember to check out my new Hotaru-centric fanfic!
-VM