Title: A.I. Robot.
(A.I as in 'artificial intelligence, and AI as in love)
Pairing: Naru/Sasu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: "Naruto", yeah I don't own it; not mine. I just borrow Masashi's characters and replace them in naughty positions, and I mean really naughty positions.
Summary: The year is 2259, Kohonagakure Japan. Naruto Uzumaki's life has never had it easy- school, work, friends (or the lack of) are already dragging him down but to fall in love with a robot... fate must hate him.
A/N: I am glad that this weird idea actually is liked.
Chapter Four: What Are Enemies Made Of?
Un-Beta'd
"Sasuke… you almost killed those guys…" Naruto said frantically, "and you didn't look you had any problem in doing so."
Still no reaction.
"I'm going to ask you again," Naruto pressed so close to the robot he was staring into his dark eyes, "Are you trained to kill?"
"No,"
Naruto felt at his wits end, "Are you sure? You went fucking kamikaze on them. If you are not trained to kill what the hell are you trained to do?"
A sinister smile curved Sasuke's mouth, "Destroy."
Destroy….
Destroy….
Sasuke was made to not kill, not maim, not disable…but to destroy. The words rolled around Naruto's head like a thunderstorm. He casually pushed away from Sasuke with the word destroy doing somersaults in his mind. He sat on the edge of his bed numb and stared blankly into space. He then reached out for a pillow pressed it to his face and screamed hard.
DESTROY! What the FUCK!
A warm hand plucked the pillow away and Naruto reacted without thinking and pushed Sasuke away. Stupid plan as the robot did not move an inch but pushed him back instead And to add insult to injury, Sasuke climbed up over him, and placed his hands on either side of Naruto. The Uzumaki knew it would be futile to even try and move Sasuke as the robot was ten times his strength. So he stayed, sprawled under a face that was going to haunt him in his dreams.
Sasuke's dark eyes were so close and his skin was so warm that Naruto blanked out of reality for a moment and through he was real. Then he saw the nostrils of this nose, they did not move. His eyes fluttered shut, that's right, Sasuke did not breathe, he did not have lungs or blood- he was not human and that barely stopped his dick from committing treason.
"You gonna get off me anytime soon?" Naruto asked dryly.
Instead of moving, Sasuke's hand lifted up, flattened an five inches away from Naruto's face and ran over it with the skin of his palm glowing light grey. What the fuck was this now? First light shimmering silver, then purple and now grey? Naruto facetiously decided that he needed to make a colour catalogue of Sasuke's colours. What the fuck was this robot doing now?
Naruto laid quietly as the robot finished doing whatever he was doing and then Sasuke nodded to himself and moved off him. Rolling his eyes Naruto went to take a shower and tug a decently clean t-shirt over his head and some clean boxers. He left the room to see Sasuke sitting in his powering station, his eyes were closed, his legs folded under him and a really zen look on his face. Call him crazy but Naruto could have sworn the damn robot was meditating.
Strange.
Deciding to not bother him, Naruto went to his bed but ended up twisting and turning. He stayed up half the night thinking about what Sasuke had done- what he was- but it still did not seem real. How could he have found a robot with the skills of a perfect assassin in the goddam trash?
Naruto had a cold feeling begin to settle in his stomach. It had not formed yet but it was the haunting sensation that he'd have much more strange. What exactly was Sasuke? Where had he come from? What more extraordinary things could he do?
His worry took him through the night till early morning. His Monday classes did not begin until 9 so had opted to take a run. He did not like leaving Sasuke there but there was no way he could think with the robot in his presence.
With an old muscle t-shirt on and shorts, Naruto set out and headed towards the same lonely road that took him to Chiyo's farm. The pounding of pavement and then dirt road under his sneakers had a familiar calm to it. When he was a child in the orphanage, running had always been his comfort.
He had begun running to make his dismal present disappear but though the miles under his feet gave him a temporary reprieve, he had always come back to the orphanage to dream of the day he would get out. The burning stretch of his muscles and unbroken repetitive of his stride had always taken his mind to another place, a place where people did not look on him with scorn or see him as an freak show.
That end was still a way in coming.
The miles past under his feet in a blur and when he came upon a stretch of grass, he dropped down for a quick set of twenty push-ups. He stopped, breathed in for twenty seconds and did another rep. Five times he performed the same activity and then stood. Checking the sky, he knew it was time to get back to the apartment and get ready for school.
Halfway there he swore- he had forgotten to get any groceries. Maybe there was one teabag left and hunk of bread and possibly a spoonful of peanut butter. Naruto was not strange to going through days without a full meal, he decided he'd have to do with what he had until that evening.
Jogging to the apartment, Naruto passed the spot where the thugs had nearly jumped him and spotted the remains of a long streak of embedded blood on the cement ground. He shivered. Sasuke…
The very thought of the robot made Naruto's feet speed up until he arrived on the third floor breathless. Opening the door, he took one glance and felt his breath leave him a rush of relief. Sasuke was where he had left him, admittedly, not charging or with his dark eyes closes. He was well awake and his eyes were open.
Naruto sagged on the wall, "Thank fuck."
Sasuke's head titled to the side in a wordless question. Naruto, however, ignored it and stripped his tank off to bare his wet sweat streaked skin and plopped down on the floor beside the bed. He eyed the small fridge and the cupboards overhead with little confidence. He could feel that there nothing much in there and when he popped the door open, he the proof was in an ice-cube tray, two bread ends, a few slices of cheese and stick of butter crammed into the peanut butter cup.
"Breakfast is gonna bread and cheese then." Naruto sighed and levered himself up from the floor. One glance at the clock told him it was just to eight so he had time for a longer shower and casting a look over his shoulder to the motionless robot, Naruto turned away.
He took time to wash off the sweat and shampoo his hair with the same cheap liquid soap. He took care to wash out all the grime and sweat and gunk that had accumulated in the past week of non-stop studying and the workout not too long ago. He ran his hands over his body, feeling every dip and curve of the abs on his stomach. It was the closest thing to a caress he had felt in years- not since the one time he had stumbled into a club in the red-light district and had gotten blow job from some guy he could not remember.
The first time he had sex was when he was sixteen, just matured out of the orphanage and had bumped into this guy with dark red hair and a tattoo of Ai over his forehead. Those three day, naked in the upper penthouse of a clubhouse in lower Tokyo, were cemented into then naïve but willing Naruto's mind. Gaara had given him some sweet tea that made every receptor in his body over-sensitive to stimuli and had taught him to fuck a man.
He had taught him where to lick, where to suck, where to massage and where to stroke until someone cried for mercy. Gaara had taught him what it felt like to give and receive pleasure, only because the redhead had, and quote, 'been in the mood for some virgin ass.' His introduction had been wonderful, cold but wonderful. Naruto had never seen him again and knew that even if he had tried there would be nothing he could get from him.
A fuck was a fuck- that was it.
He had learned a lot but there was no romantic component.
Hell, he did even know what romance truly was.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Naruto went on to shave. He hated the sight and feel of the bristly hair on his jaw but he hated how the removal of the hair would show his scarred cheeks even more. Three thin mocha lines, exactly spaced on either cheek gave him the look of a fox. He had been jeered, degraded, beaten up and scorned for these marks that had come from a bully with a razor in the middle of a dark orphanage room.
There was nothing he could do about it though, cosmetic surgery was money he did not exactly have. Rinsing the razor, Naruto patted his face dry and with another sigh, left the room. He passed by the kitchen nook with a blearily eye and then when what he had seen from the corner of his eye had connected, he had pedalled back.
On the counter were a box of milk, a jug of orange juice, a triangle of red-golden apples, a packet of beef slices, a loaf of bread, cheese, granola bars, and singular cups of instant ramen. The table was lined off with cans of tuna, ravioli, and canned soup.
What. The. Fuck?
Tugging the fridge open, Naruto had to jump back to avoid the spilling out of meat packages, protein shakes, water bottles, peanut butter jar, and more fruit.
Naruto turned to the robot was sitting nonchalantly on the floor, looking as innocent as ever. The blond exploded, "Sasuke! What the fuck did you do! Did you blow all my money on food? I can't eat all this shit! And my rent! How the fuck am I going to pay my rent!"
Rushing to the place where he had placed his money, Naruto grabbed the envelope, dumped the entire contents on the bed and counted- thirty- thousand yen. Not a fucking cent was gone. The Uzumaki felt bamboozled and dizzy. Where had the food come from then?
"Sasuke…" Naruto said slowly, "How did you pay for all this?...Did you steal it?"
Images of cops coming to his door to arrest him made Naruto feet faint. He could never go back to school or even get a good job with a criminal record. How was he going to survive now?
Sasuke's head shook, "No."
"No to stealing?"
He nodded.
Naruto was getting even more confused, "The how did you get all this? This had to cost money or credits."
Credits were virtual money that many people used instead of real hard cash. Naruto did not have a bank account of a receptor disc so he had never the luxury of using credits.
"Sasuke… where did the money to pay for this come from?" Naruto demanded.
The robot got held out his hand and a holographic screen came up from the tiny projectors on his hand. Naruto was confused about what he was looking at then saw a bank account number and under it was- Naruto nearly had a heart attack- below it was four million, nine hundred and eight-five yen. With a quick estimation Naruto realized Sasuke had spent fifteen thousand yen. That was fine and all but where the that amount of money come from?
A name he did not recognize was the owner of the bank account- Hatake Sakumo.
"Hatake Sakumo…" Naruto murmured, "…was he your previous owner?"
Sasuke nodded.
"And he let you have access to his bank account?"
Another nod.
That felt completely preposterous to Naruto. "Is he alive? Doesn't he want that money for himself?"
Sasuke tapped a holographic button on the account and Naruto read, "Second holder, Sasuke, serial number, 000003. 1313ANR, Access granted for any buying any material for repairs needed after internal diagnostic and assessment on hardware, firmware and software… damn. Are you that self-aware of what…parts you need to get fixed?"
Sasuke's dark head nodded and Naruto reeled. Sasuke had used his money to buy him food. What that fuck was going on here? Scrubbing a hand over his head, Naruto looked at the clock and realized he had to get to school. He had to deal with Sasuke later. Getting up he got dressed.
"Stay here," Naruto ordered, "Don't go anywhere, hell, don't touch anything until I come back this evening, okay?"
The robot nodded.
His class that morning, Data Structure with Professor Mitarashi Anko was one of the easiest classed he had. Data structure was systematic, once on knew the languages, BCPL (Basic Combined Programming Language, MASM, and Pascal or even C++ , there was nothing much to it than using the language to assemble the command needed.
He usually daydreamed through the class while his stylus wrote whatever was needed of him. this one was to create a Linked list, a linear collection of data elements, that allowed for efficient insertion or removal of elements from a program.
Sasuke was a puzzle to which he had not the faintest fucking clue to solving. How could a man give his robot permission to his bank account, or hell, possibly his own bank account with a lot of money to repair himself. Who was the Sakumo Hatake?
A tingling noise from above announced the end of the class and Naruto dropped the stylus and the pad into the desk. Grabbing his knapsack and left to the library. He could count the amounts of time he had spent there. The library was a curious amalgamation of old-fashioned hard bud books and a wonderful array of top of the line computers. There was even a 3D room where students of Architecture could program in the simulation for building and whatnot to get an accurate description of what they were making.
"Oh…Naruto," the librarian's assistant, a sweet girl name Moegi smiled at him, "How can I help you?"
"Er," Naruto said, "I just need to check something on the computer, I don't think I'll be here for more than five minutes."
"Oh, okay," Moegi nodded to the line of computers on the walls, "Help yourself."
Smiling, Naruto went over to the screens and tapped the screen away, when the screen was awake, Naruto grabbed the keyboard and typed in the man's name, Hatake Sakumo. In three seconds the results popped up.
Hatake Sakumo, born 2209 –
The dash surprised Naruto. There was no death date... was the man still alive? Reading down he read how the man had studied at MIT in America and went on to do a doctorate at Harvard. The man's speciality was Artificial Intelligence but his concentration was in superhuman intelligence grafted into human consciousness.
"Damn…" Naruto whispered.
If- if- the superhuman intelligence was to be invented—either through the amplification of human intelligence or through artificial intelligence by molecular nanotechnology or genetic engineering —it would bring to bear greater problem-solving and inventive skills than current humans are capable of
If an AI was created with engineering capabilities that matched or surpassed those of its human creators, it would have the potential to autonomously improve its own software and hardware or design an even more capable machine. If a human was to be made with these capabilities, having done the engineering and be fitted with the superhuman intelligence of a machine…well goddamnm, welcome rise of the Overlords.
Was that what he had been doing with Sasuke?
The man's live was nothing much than work in various universities and private companies all around the world until he had settled in Japan. After that…nothing. There was no mention of the man anywhere. No mentions of universities, companies, nothing… So how the hell could he have in contact with Sasuke?
Logging off the console, Naruto thanked Moegi and walked off to his Neural Networks class lecture. Had the man made Sasuke?
That was a possibility, but…was it probable? Why would he go and create something, give it his bank account information and then throw it in the trash? That made no fucking sense at all. If anything, he would have erased that information. anybody with an inch of common sense would have done that. Who wants their money- or their credit history- to be available to anyone? No one that's it.
Still deep in his musing he rounded a corner and bumped right into the one man who got on his nerves more than anyone else, fucking Inuzuka Kiba.
"Daydreaming faggot?" Kiba sneered.
Naruto ignored him and tried to walk away but Kiba would not let go, "Where's that pretty boyfriend of yours? Why's you leave him today? Did he not jack you of something?"
The whole hallway snickered, expect his girlfriend, Hyuuga Hinata who looked mortified. "Fuck of Inuzuka."
"No thanks," Kiba's laugh was scornful, "Not if you paid me."
Naruto had enough, spun, snapped and snarled, "You know what Inuzuka, I am so fucking tired of your shit. I may be who I am and everybody knows it, but no one knows who the fuck you really are."
The hallway had gone quiet and no one moved. Naruto could feel the eyes on him and Kiba but did not give the least of a damn.
Kiba scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, "Like a lowlife like you could tell me anything? You don't know shit about me. Get lost."
"I know that you act like the best upstanding citizen in Kohona, dating Hyuuga Hinata and all, when the only Hyuuga you are interested in and is currently fucking, is her cousin Neji," Naruto snarled and the whole room nearly had a communal heart-attack, "That's right, her male cousin who luckily is in the most prestigious private university upstate. Stop acting like you're god's gift to human kind when you're nothing but a low-life, closeted poser, so again, fuck off Inuzuka."
After those parting words, Naruto spun and instantly, his eyes met the pale face of Hinata. Guilt took him but shit, there he had gotten to the end of his rope with this man. With his head up high he went off to his last class of the day, the Autonomous Multiagent Systems workshop. He had not wanted to do it so publicly but he had enough. He hated that he had hurt the tender girl but damn… what was a man to do but defend himself?
He kept his desk com up expecting a summon to the faculty dean at any time but as the time ticked away, he got none. Did Kiba not report him to the dean? Anyone would have with a public attack of what could be seen as slander by a man with no real life muscle in the university.
The school day had ended without a single word from anyone, the whispers he got in the hallways notwithstanding, and went outside with the conundrum of how he was going to ask Sasuke about Hatake when the robot could barely speak.
A dark car was lingering that the edge of the car park where Naruto had left his bicycle and after a cursory glance paid it no mind. That was until a man in full black came up to him.
"Uzumaki Naruto?" he asked.
Suspicion darkened Naruto's chest, "Who wants to know?"
"Nara Shikamaru," the man replied, "He sent me to ask you to come with me to him."
"If you don't mind," Naruto said, "I know where he lives, I'll get there myself."
"He is not at home, Uzumaki-san," the man said, "He's at the coffee shop a few blocks below."
Naruto blinked, "Oh, I can easily bike there, he didn't have to send you to me."
"As you wish, Uzumaki-san," the man bowed.
Feeling extremely flattered and somehow weirded out, Naruto unlocked his bike and headed down the lane. With practiced ease, he navigated down the street and came up the coffee shop easily enough. Pedalling into the tiny parking lot, Naruto found a lone bike station and locked it up there.
Hiking his bag's strap up his shoulder, Naruto walked into the coffee place and breathed in the scent of roasted beans and sweet pastries. He spotted Shikamaru's sloppy ponytail and walked over to him. Shikamaru did not look like he had slept in days based on the dark circles under his eyes.
"Dude, are-"
"Sleeping?" Shikamaru yawned, "I know I look like hell but this is normal to me. I get insomnia sometimes. Which is why I have developed an unhealthy love for coffee. Can I get you a cup?"
He could buy one himself but he was not about to not cash in on an offer, "Yeah sure, iced latte with extra sugar though."
Gesturing for a waiter over and putting in the order with another request for another macchiato, Shikamaru braced his head on his fist, "How is Sasuke?"
"He did the strangest fucking thing this morning," Naruto said. He wanted to confide in Shikamaru about how Sasuke had gone and bought him a whole fucking store worth of groceries.
"How so?"
Naruto shook his head, "Let me get some coffee in my system and then I'll tell you. Anyway, have you gotten any headway into his CPU?"
"I might have," Shika sighed, "When Nanashi tried to hack into his hard drive, she was locked out."
Naruto shivered at the memory of Shika's robots spasming and sparking on the floor of the genius' apartment floor.
"… but…I scanned her system I found traces of a language that I have never seen of heard off. It looks based on ancient Greek alphabet, you know, alpha, beta, gamma stuff, and I am trying to decipher it and I'm thinking its a footprint left by Sasuke's CPU. I have a decrypting system running over the snippet that I have…. probably I'd have it decoding by tonight."
Naruto blinked, "O…okay?"
The waiter came up and gave Naruto the 16 ounce of coffee and he took a grateful drink. He struggled into putting into words what Sasuke had uttered to him, 'destroy', but could not find a way to do it.
"What do you think you'd find with that?" He slurped.
"A key," Shika replied, "If I can find a key, I can make a program to assess his systems."
Naruto felt like Shika was trying to say he wanted to reprogram Sasuke. "Oh, if you do that, will you be able to find what is stopping Sasuke from speaking?"
"Most likely," Shika added after another yawn, "You don't cause I feel like I wanna go lie down now. This coffee is defective and I wanna go a do a rerun of an epic movie series, The Infinity Saga all the way from 2007 to 2019."
Naruto balanced, "That's…fucking ancient, dude. Does it have color?"
"Eh," Shika stood and waved his card over the no-touch paying slot. "Yeah, the CGI needs some work but for that time, it rocked the world, especially Endgame."
They walked out of the coffee shop and Naruto mourned the smell of coffee and cake. After getting the bike, they strolled down the sidewalk. Shika's apartment building was not far and they were in no rush.
"So." Shika asked while sticking his hands in his pockets, "What do you want to tell me about what Sasuke did this time?"
"I'm telling you Shika," Naruto huffed while his boot kicked a rock away, "I woke up and his hand was glowing, like all freaky and shit."
Shikamaru grabbed Naruto and pulled him away into the mouth of an alley away from the passing pedestrian. "Glowing…what color?"
"Grey…" Naruto frowned, "Why? Does it mean anything to you?"
"Maybe," Shikamaru avoided the question, "How did it make you feel?"
"Freaked out, obviously." Naruto said with shrugging shoulder, "How else would you feel when a robot does something a weird as that?"
"I meant how did that grey glow make you feel physically," the Nara pressed with both hands on either of Naruto's shoulders with his hazel eyes narrowed, "Did you feel any sensation? Think Naruto."
Feeling the Shikamaru was the one who was now making him feel weird, Naruto went back to that moment and uttered, "I think…my skin felt tingly, like when you rub menthol rub on your skin but… not as strong."
"He was probably scanning you," Shikamaru said a bit triumphantly, "That robot is one-of-a-kind Naruto."
"You don't need to tell me," Naruto replied as they went back on the sidewalk, "He does some freaky shit sometimes, but why would he scan me?"
"Perhaps to identify your body even if you died and were burnt to crisp," Shikamaru's words were droll but they did not leave Naruto with an image he would like. Naruto left the bike the same place he had first arrived at the boy genius' apartment and they entered the lobby while Shika smiled, "He probably knows down to your DNA makeup by now."
"And you still think he is… you know," Naruto asked.
"A legendary one?" Shika nodded, "It is a possibility. I don't know now but I am damn sure I will. Oh," the Nara blinked and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a cell phone, "Here, it's new, I want you to have it if you need to call me directly."
Naruto scanned it, "It this a NCRZ8?"
"Eh," Shika shrugged, "It an old holographic but I recalibrated it and programmed it with my number. Use it to get to me, Naruto."
"Um…sure thing, Shika, thanks man." Naruto said, "Um, I gotta get back, see you later okay."
Spinning around, Naruto walked off while slipping the phone in his pocket. Shikamaru went to his elevator and lifted a negligent hand to the man who manned the desk.
"When my pizza gets here just send it up, Suigetsu."
"Yes Sir," the Hōzuki said respectfully while his eyes lingered on the back of the blond who had just walked out. What had he just heard about a legendary robot? That sounds like…money.
TBC...
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