When we left off: Up atop a nearby building a petite figure stood, smirking as she watched the street through slender black glasses. Her long, straight black hair swayed in the wind and the bottom of her trench coat lifted from around her legs. She chuckled, "So we meet again Maehana-san. You're going to show me to your Chobits... and then I'll exterminate you."
A/N: Things should start getting more involved soon. I plan on having fun with this chapter too though and bringing in more familiar faces. I thought I just saw my keyboard spark. 0.o
"Yes, that makes sense." Minoru mused, leaning back in his chair. "I can help you Miss Tokimi, don't worry about that. Just tell me... is there a name you happen to like?"
An hour later Tokimi was stepping back into Minoru's office, "It's all set up... to everyone whom it concerns you will now officially be 'Yamashita Miharu.'" He held out a few sheets of paper to her and continued, "Your birthday is November twenty-seventh, and your birthplace is here in Tokyo. There is more information about your schooling and past jobs. All of your prior references will be directed to a few friends of mine who I have asked to keep it in mind for future occasions." He regarded her with some curiosity as she rifled through the papers, "Remember as much as you can to the best of your ability."
"Thank you very much, Minoru. This means a great deal to me." Tokimi breathed gratefully.
Minoru nodded, "Please just tell me one thing though. I understand the importance of establishing this new identity but... If you are planning on getting a job I'm afraid I have to protest, being out in public so soon isn't safe for you. It is no trouble to me to provide you with a place to stay."
"Oh, n-no it isn't anything like that at all... I'm sorry, I should have explained in the first place. I stopped in the persocom store on my way back, I wanted to see if I could find any clues on the chobits there. I think that one may have passed through and been sold. If I can get a job there then I will be able to search more effectively." She smiled hopefully.
"I think I understand now... please just be careful, we should try and alter your appearance somewhat when you are out. I will see what I can do about that, in the meantime look over that information I gave you." Minoru remarked, turning once more to his computer screen and letting his fingers fly across the keys with expertise.
A soft mechanical whir resounded from the roof of the building, a familiar, black-clothed figure sat stoically upon its edge. Her crimson eyes stared blankly forward, small white lines tracing rapidly and erratically across their glassy surface. The harsh breeze whipped her long ebony locks around her shoulders and slender face, however she still sat silently, poised like a porcelain doll. A persocom, searching for something.
A pair of footsteps approached, reverberating off surrounding fixtures and growing increasingly louder. Both stopped simultaneously, "She seems busy, maybe we should leave her be... though I'm sure you're more inclined to the idea of pushing her off, as it is." The male voice chuckled.
"For once I'm not going to argue with you Zima." An effeminate voice growled in reply, "I'd love to push the annoying bitch over... But first I would knock her around a bit and teach her whose boss."
Another soft chuckle from Zima, "Dita love, you know you really aren't suited for that kind of behavior. Some may consider it murder even."
The male, Zima, is the national database, housing a multitude of information on anything and everything that could need or want to be asked of. The female, Dita, is the designated protector of the database and the both of them are possibly the most powerful persocoms in creation, only being exceeded by the Chobits that is. Zima and Dita stood staring down at the persocom on the roof, all three had a distinctly similar style of clothing and appearance. Deep red eyes, dark hair, and fair skin. Both Zima's and Dita's hair was a shade of brown, cut short, with Dita's being somewhat longer, and a long rat-tail hanging at the nape of the neck. The third persocom's hair was up in two ponytails, her eyes flickered and she blinked once before proceeding to stand.
"Ah, Zima, Dita, to what do I owe this surprise? Were you not informed that the government is very upset with your poor performances lately? Maybe your hard drive is damaged Dita, mind explaining why in the hell I am out here finishing your mission." Her soft voice had begun at a scoff but quickly turned angry and sharp.
Dita seethed, she was going to answer when Zima stepped in, "Dita is perfectly fine Runiko." He stated softly yet firmly. "We aren't the ones you should be asking about this and this is something you already know." He stared down at her for a moment, "What exactly are your mission objectives?"
Runiko's eyes glazed, "Mission objective one, locate and extinguish Maehana Tokimi. Mission objective two, locate and disable Chobits 02, 03, and 04. Additional objective, locate and recover Chobit 01 for further study." Her eyes flashed back to normal once again and she stared at Zima and Dita coolly.
"Maehana Tokimi? She was already dealt with!" Dita yelled, her relationship with Runiko had always been shaky. Theirs was a rivalry at best but most of the time she just got on Dita's nerves, so to speak.
"Incorrect, you set fire to her apartment but no remains were found to indicate that she had been inside at the time." Runiko frowned, "I won't say anymore, I don't want any interference from you Dita."
Dita scowled but said nothing, Runiko was so irritating that it hurt. Zima's face was placid, "I see... let's leave our friend to her work then Dita." He turned and vaulted from the rooftop, landing on the next one over and waiting for Dita to follow suit.
"Goodbye, Dita." Runiko said flatly, "Try not to fail your next mission please, we wouldn't want to see you replaced." She took off in the opposite direction, leaving Dita to fume in her agitation.
A young man sat on the floor, leaning slightly forward, stationed across from him was a female persocom, its head tipped forward as if sleeping. Long auburn hair fell down to brush the mans shoulders and slightly covered his grey eyes, his face was soft and seemed uncertain. The persocoms skin looked lightly tanned and pale green hair lie in pin-straight layers over her shoulders, pink and white earports poked out beneath her soft hair at the sides of her head. A peaceful look etched her face as she sat, close-eyed and motionless.
The room they occupied had a bit of mismatched furniture, a plant in the corner, and a couple of pictures hanging on the walls. It was also surprisingly clean and perfectly arranged, everything was put tidily into its proper place. Carefully and hesitantly the young man reached forward and flipped the persocoms ear open, his fingers fumbled for a moment before they were contracted. He stared forward confusedly, "I swore that's where the book said it should be..."
After an hour-long search he was completely stumped, the switch hadn't been in any logical place or in a few illogical ones. He fell back with a sigh, "I'm sorry, you deserve to be started up but I can't find your switch." He apologized to the immobile persocom sitting a few feet away from him. As he regarded her with his sad grey eyes something crossed his mind, for a moment he stared at her legs then sat up. "Well, I certainly haven't looked there yet... It can't hurt to check I suppose." Crawling forward resolutely he sat next to the persocom and grasped her shoulder, his other hand snaked downwards and rested delicately upon her thigh. He pushed aside the latex suit and shut his eyes, for a moment there was nothing then a quiet click as a switch was hit, following it was a monotonous and almost soothing spin of gears and motors before the persocoms eyes slowly slid open. Gentle blue orbs looked over and her moth curved to a smile, "Hello, my name is Kin. Are you my new master?"
He nodded affirmatively, "I am, my name is Tokugawa Hikaru."
"I've stored it in my databank, it is a pleasure to meet you Master Hikaru."