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: Warning... A lot of F-bombs.
Chapter Six: ...Is Better Than The One He Didn't. (following "The Devil You Know")
Previously….
Sasuke still had not moved and Naruto's whose head was trained forward as they searched felt his heart thud in his ears. He sat still while the men passed by with a scanner in their hands and for the five longest seconds of Naruto's life, they passed by. Naruto did not even breathe until the door behind them closed and then he sagged. Were they looking for Sasuke? If, so, how did they miss him?
He forced his head around to see- a fucking empty seat. Naruto nearly had a heart attack. His fucking robot was going to kill him at nineteen. His tombstone would read, died of cardiac attack, brain aneurism, and spontaneous combustion.
Naruto breathed out while Sasuke shimmered back into view. The only reason Sasuke would have cloaked himself was if he was the robot missing. God, what the fuck had he gotten himself into?
Presently.
What motherfucking robot had the ability to go so camouflage that not even the high-powered scanners of the Amaterasu Inc could detect? Naruto tried to gather the shards of his mind from the four corners of the world it had scattered to. The train began to roll out of the station and Naruto shot a look to Sasuke, looking completely nonchalant while Naruto was on the verge of an aneurysm.
He needed to know what the hell was this robot's deal. But his questions were doomed to go unanswered because Sasuke could not speak and there was no fucking manual to look at. Even the million-dollar PCC's that Shikamaru had most likely did not have this type of programming. Fuck again. Scrubbing a hand over his seat, Naruto tried to push this latest incident with Sasuke and ignore it. Oh, how he wished he could do it indefinitely.
The half-hour ride back home was done in silence and so was the walk to his dingy apartment. He unlocked the door with tension running through every line of his body. Instantly, he toed his shoes off and yanked his shirt off. He needed to think away from Sasuke and the only place to do so was in the shower.
He tugged his jeans off and stepped into the shower, ordering the icy water to cascade over him. Little by little, the tension petered out of him and his muscles went less stiff. His forehead came to rest on the cold Pl/Exo glass of the shower and he sighed audibly. His life was so fucked up. He lingered as long as he could until his fingers were getting numb and his mind was slowly stilling from the whirlwind it had launched into the second Sasuke had gone invisible.
Stepping out, he dried off with a faded orange towel, drying his blond hair before wrapping it around his waist. Sasuke was sitting, legs folded under his in a yoga pose with arms resting lightly on his knees and his eyes were closed. Was he meditating? He dressed in boxers and sweat pants while contemplating to do some studying but felt his mind was still too scattered for information input. So, he made a cup of tea and drank it at his bedhead.
Sasuke still had not moved and Naruto was wondering if the robot was meditating or running low of power. "Sasuke, do you need to recharge?"
The robot lifted the sleeve of his shirt to show Naruto the blue power bars, all still steady lit. "Are you…meditating?" Yea, 'cause fucking robots had stress enough to meditate. Smart thinking, jackass.
"No."
Resting the cup on the table, Naruto shifted on him. "Sasuke…what the fuck are you? I don't think I know any robot that can go invisible, jump a hundred feet without breaking something, fight like a gladiator and fuck…grow skin. Real human skin. What are you?"
Sasuke's lips thinned before his mouth opened and then closed. Naruto could see the grimace on his face and feel his frustration. "Can you write it out?"
"No," Sasuke said. "I…am…not…allowed."
"If you're made to destroy, I'd imagine," Naruto said wryly.
Sasuke's face depended into a frown and he got up so fluently, it was like watching a wave unfold. He went to the table where Naruto had rested Iruka's book and flipped it open. Naruto sat up as the robot's fingers spun the book and eyes moved faster than any normal human could ever do. Then, he stopped and pointed a finger at a passage. He came to sit near Naruto and showed him the book.
Naruto read; 'In connection with this a weapon of war, the Synthetic Freedom Fighter, had been modified; able to function on an alien world the humanoid robot - strictly speaking, the organic android - had become the mobile donkey engine of the colonization program'.
He took a moment to try and decipher what Sasuke was trying to tell him. "Are you a humanoid robot? You can't be. All humanoid robots are our PCC's."
The Sasuke's finger moved to "organic android" and Naruto went silent. "You're an… android? A real android?"
Sasuke nodded. Naruto felt like a bomb had been detonated in his mind. "But there have not been any notices of anyone merging the human mind with a robot body. It's always the robot's senses eradicating the human mind. Real androids don't exist."
Sasuke spun again, "Although biologically, they exist."
"Sasuke, you might look human but you are not an android. Androids have no sense of empathy or—" then he remembered how Sasuke had jumped into action that night he had nearly gotten jumped. Could it be empathy? Or, more logically, Sasuke had sensed the adrenaline pumping through his bloodstream. But… "You're all metal and sensors…how can you have empathy?"
Sasuke's lips went tight and he spun to a page and pointed. "…empathy box."
"An empathy box? What the fuck is an empathy box, and how the hell is this in a three-hundred-year-old book?" Naruto wondered out loud.
The frown on Sasuke's face told Naruto that an empathy box was not the whole story. Maybe this was the best Sasuke had at this point. What more of this story was there? Naruto felt his head start to pound and he sank back on the bed. "You're going to fucking kill me."
Then, Sasuke laid beside him and curled around his side. Naruto nearly jumped out of his skin and turned to the robot. Fuck. Too much warm skin on too much of a handsome man and too close to a man who had not had sex in… way too long was a recipe for disaster.
"Sasuke…are you cuddling me?"
Nothing came from Sasuke but then, Naruto was not really expecting it. Looking down at a dark head of hair, he was once more slammed with confusion. If Sasuke was an android, a true android, was the human part of him his brain and spinal cord? If so, how could Shikamaru not have seen that in his 360° examination? Still, Naruto's brain was too frazzled for him to get into deeper contemplation.
He willed himself to remember that Sasuke was a robot…android…whatever. No matter how handsome Sasuke was, the thing was still synthetic, made of metal and had a motor for a heart. There was no pumping muscle, no blood pumping, nothing…human. The warmth was just…warmth. Sasuke would never kiss him, would never allow him to get him hard, never allow him to suck him off or slip his hard cock inside him. That dour thought settled unto his chest like a ton of lead. Even so, it was still too early to be feeling this way over well, anyone. Naruto drifted to sleep caged with Sasuke's arm over his stomach and for a moment he allowed himself to dream…only for a moment.
Morning came too early for his liking and he sat up, gingerly sliding out from Sasuke's hold. The robot's eyes were closed but Naruto would be a fucknut to think Sasuke was sleeping. He had to piss. Leaving the robot in his bed, Naruto went to take care of business and then wash his hands and face. He braced his hands on the face basin.
His head bowed. Again, what the fuck had he found himself into? He had the dour feeling that something bad was going to happen. If Sasuke was the robot Amaterasu Inc, what level of shit had he found himself into? Amaterasu Inc was conglomerate with power that exceeded the goddamn's governments. They had arms into every section of society from agriculture to manufacturing to education and transportation. They owned the internet, social media, search engines, and cell phones corporations. There was hardly any technology product that did not have the company's stamp on it unless it was a hundred-year-old.
If Amaterasu Inc wanted Sasuke and he was hiding him from them, they would destroy him; wipe him off from the face of the earth without a blimp. He ran his hand over his face again and then went to the front room to see Sasuke spinning through the book again, slowly this time.
"How much of a machine are you?" He asked. "Zero percent, fifty, seventy-five…"
"A…hundred," Sasuke said with careful syllables.
Naruto felt another wave of confusion wash over him. "Sasuke, an android is a mix of human and machine, you cannot be a hundred percent machine. There must be a human part somewhere in you!"
"No," Sasuke said, again, Naruto saw the same conflicted look from last night. It was as if Sasuke was hating himself from not saying something, something pivotal that would give Naruto a piece to the puzzle.
Naruto pinched the bridge of his nose. He was going to burst something in his mind and go bat-crap crazy before he could figure out what was going on with Sasuke. His hand was pulled away softly and Naruto looked up to see dark eyes, pooling with…human emotion. Human emotion in a robot body. Fucking shit.
He pulled away with a sigh, "I have got to get ready for school, Sasuke."
A quick shower, a protein bar in his mouth while he dragged on a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt. He grabbed another bar while lacing up his shoes. Shoving his books into his backpack, the drawing of Sasuke's arm fluttered out and he took a moment to admire it. It was basically a blueprint. If this was a blueprint…did any company have it on file? Maybe he could find out who made this design.
This would be his third iron in the fire- Shika was first, Kakashi Hatake was the second and this… this would be his third. Slipping it into the book he decided to go use one of the school's databases to look for this design. Hopefully, it was patented so the company would show up.
He was almost out the door when he turned. "…Can I trust you to stay here?"
Sasuke's head tilted to the side, clearly confused. And Naruto shifted on his feet, "Look, I know it's strange cause I keep saying I want you near me in case you broke something or, hell, someone but Amaterasu Inc is after you, Sasuke. And until I know what I'm facing, you need to be under the radar. I don't care how good your cloaking systems are or whatever, you still have to be careful, okay."
A dark head nodded and Naruto attempted to smile, "Good, see you in eight hours."
Closing the door behind him, Naruto hoped he was doing the right thing. Grasping the handles of the bike, he left the building and biked to school. The wind was whipping through his hair as he paddled. A good part of his mind was still stuck back in his apartment with Sasuke. He was still anxious about leaving Sasuke there but it was the lesser evil than having Sasuke with him and getting blindsided with the black-clad enforcers Amaterasu Inc had.
He got to the university and chained his bike, before jogging up to his software development class. The class was working an A.I. system called Illenium, a program that, hopefully on completion, was going to be used to correct old, corrupted software automatically without referring to the original code. It was long, arduous work but it was group work and more importantly, it covered 45% of his grade.
"Hey Shino," Naruto called while settling into a chair near to the silent man. Shino Aburame was the quietest guy on campus, having spoken a total of thirty-five words in the two years Naruto had known him.
Shino nodded in acknowledgment.
"Where's TenTen and Haku?" He asked.
"Went to get coffee," Shino said in that scratchy unused voice of his.
"Oh," Naruto nodded.
He settled back and took out his textbook. The digital version was online to anyone who had a tablet but poor Naruto had to work with the few textbooks printed on textured plastic instead of paper and they had available. He was mulling over the code when TenTen and Haku walked in. TenTen had her pork-buns and oriental silk blouse on while Haku had his hair down and his t-shirt tight on his diminutive male body.
Meeting Haku at the first time had been a problem, he had mistaken her for a girl, calling her miss, and when the man had snorted, "Its mister, actually."
"Naruto," TenTen greeted him with a waggling eyebrow, "Where's this handsome boyfriend of yours?"
His eyebrows darted up, "What boyfriend?"
TenTen slipped into a seat near him, "Sakura said you had this handsome guy with you. Black hair, tall, gorgeous?"
"That's my computer, TenTen," Naruto scoffed. "And he's kinda…broken. So, I left him at home. A friend or mine is looking into it for me."
"Oh," she blinked, "Bummer."
Their teacher, Sarutobi Asuma came in with his slow gait and perched on the edge of his desk. The class was filling in and he waited until everyone was seated, "Well, good morning students. I'd ask if you had a good weekend but I'm trying to come to grips with the end of mine. To get formality out of the way, my wife is still pregnant, I'm still sleeping on the couch and I am lacking coffee, so let's get on with this lesson before I get antsy."
The class laughed and Naruto realized why this was his favorite class. Asuma did not act like a professor, not like that dickhead Danzo or a bit uptight like Anko. "So, we're now at the throwaway part in the prototyping stage and now we're moving on to the evolutionary process. Now, we're on to the spiral model. Can I get a definition of this section?"
"This is the part where we make various versions on the software by adding requirements that are needed," someone spoke and Asuma nodded,
"But where do we get to adding the requirements first?" Asuma asked while scanning the room and his eye landed on Naruto, who internally groaned, "Uzumaki"
"By getting feedback," Naruto said robotically. "Only then can we add the requirement and then create the various versions. Each version inherits the best features from earlier versions."
"Excellent," Asuma nodded then uncapped a marker and went to the whiteboard. He began to draw a flow chart, explaining the process as it went along.
Having read and internalized all this, Naruto allowed his mind to wander off slightly, inevitably going back to Sasuke who he had left alone at home. The class slipped by, and so did his second and third. The last one was with Danzo again, but luckily, the asshole had let him alone.
When school was over, he went directly to the library and keyed his name in. He went to a computer and rested his bag at his feet. He pulled out the drawing of Sasuke's arm and used a mobile scanner to upload it unto the system. The model loaded and he used an architectural program to load it unto a 3'd model. Spinning the model around, Naruto could not help but admire the design of Sasuke's arm. The system was well, fucking flawless. The relays were smooth, the sensors were delicate and built-in ways Naruto had never seen before. Whoever did this design had to be a master a genius even. at finding a way to route power through fiber optic cables the 100th fraction of a human hair. Saving the prototype, Naruto went on the web to a search engine used by all A.I. students and developers. It was there were all manufactured uploaded their designs for intellectual transparency sake. It was a tool used to penalize those who dared carbon copy any patented material. Sasuke's maker had to be there somewhere.
The Amaterasu Inc.
A loud siren sound blasted through the airways in the R&D department in the Amaterasu company and a tech grabbed a phone to call Kabuto only to see the man run into the room, eyes wide behind his glasses. His tablet was clutched in bloodless fingers.
"Did you find him!" he shouted.
"No sir," the man said. "But someone just uploaded a blueprint of Unit 003, from-"
Kabuto shoved the man out of the way and peered at the slowly spinning form of Unit 003 arms. With lightning-fast fingers, Kabuto back-traced the search to find the origin. It was from Konoha University, loaded up by a student named Uzumaki Naruto. A few more clicks and he found out where the boy lived.
Grabbing his phone had called a team of enforcers, "Get a team to this address, 10107 Hogake Mews, room 013, NOW!"
The Kohona University
Naruto sagged back on his seat. He'd been at the library for over an hour now and not one database had any record of Sasuke's design or maker. He cleared his search history, deleted his 3'd makeup of Sasuke's hand and logged off. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out into the growing dusk of the evening.
He went to his bike and unchained it when two-man materialized at his side, both clad in black and both intimidating like hell. "Uzumaki?"
Naruto spun and immediately went on the defensive. "Who wants to know?"
One's jaw ticked, "Orochimaru Sannin of Amaterasu Inc. You have something or his."
Narutobalked, "Orochimaru Sannin, the Orochimaru Sannin? What the fuck do I have of his? The man is the head of a multinational conglomerate. He is a multi-millionaire. Fuck, billionaire. I am a college student. Why the hell would I have anything of his?"
"Come see then," the second man said, "If you have nothing to hide, then this will be over soon, don't you think?"
"I don't think so," Naruto said, his distrust of any sort of enforcement kicking in. "Get a subpoena or something, I know my rights. Right now, I have to get home and some studying to do."
Getting on his bike, Naruto biked home, mind racing a mile a minute. Something of Orochimaru's? Was Sasuke something of Orochimaru's? Was that why Sasuke was hiding on the train? That made sense. If Sasuke was Orochimaru's property, then the logical reason for him hiding from the man's enforcers was that. But why? Had Sasuke killed someone of his? The robot did say his reason for existence was to destroy.
He was trying to figure out a way to ask Sasuke about his connection with Orochimaru when he got to the apartment building and saw people milling at the ground floor. He got off the bike, curious himself.
"What's goin' on?"
"Uzumaki!" a loud voice shouted.
Naruto spun to see the landlord, a harpy named Koharu Utatane stormed out at him with fire in her dark eyes. "You! My building is destroyed because of you!"
"What?" Naruto asked, completely baffled. "What are you talking about?"
"Enforcers from Amaterasu trashed your place, dude," a teen named Konohamaru said. "They busted the door open and everything."
NO! FUCK NO! The one fucking day he had let Sasuke be alone in his apartment was when this shit happened. Naruto dropped his bike and ran up the stairs, taking them three at a time until he got to his floor. He ran to the door, seeing the mutilated shreds of his door hanging off the hinges. The room was upended from roof to floor, bedding ripped apart, groceries scatted on the floor and clothed strewn all about. But Sasuke… Sasuke was gone.
Naruto slumped to the floor. Fuck!
Er. How do you like this section... does anyone have any theories about what exactly Sasuke is? Tell me so I can tell you if you're right or not...which means... review damnit! :)
