* Author's note: Hi ya, i wanna do a little mischief here. For this chapter, I suggest to turn the page into 'Dark background' to make things more interesting? :D
And on another note, I will also indicate if it will be written in POV (point of view) to express the story (better I hope...)
I'm not computer person, not too familiar with computer jargons; please bear with me T.T
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*Written in POV:
*One year before the war*
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System boot.
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Initialising...
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Checking database...
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Connected to server.
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System start up successful.
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Welcome to Uchiha-Intel.
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I remember.
How it all began.
I remember.
How the first look at the world felt like.
Familiar.
The feeling of awakening from a slumber.
When it was real that I am just new to the world.
Somehow 'living' felt so nostalgic.
Deja vu.
And the first glimpse was an almost recognisable face;
I knew his name undoubtedly.
"Sasuke."
A man of matching black hair and eyes; his facial expression just couldn't hide the exhaustion he had undergone for thosedeep ringlets under his eyes showed.
Nevertheless, he did respond.
Very little.
Very.
An assurance I mentioned his name right.
Who would have known that I knew his name without proper introduction.
Have we met before?
A doubt that rang in my head.
Aside from the small beeping and ticking sounds that I hear endlessly from the running operating systems inside me.
"Sakura. Can you move?"
The man before me spoke; not in the sense of concern as in caring but making sure I was functional.
Like I said,
I felt like waking from a long sleep (while standing) and moving needed some effort. But I'm still good.
"Every joint were precisely engineered, there will be no unnecessary friction that would cause unnecessary malfunction. The skeleton you carry were customised from advanced quality of Titanium; indestructible. You're built with latest connection system, there shouldn't be any problem whenever or wherever you needed contact. Everything from operating systems to combat knowledge you are fully updated. There shall be none...no...You are the one and only robot I've spent three years building. You are flawless, the most advance on this planet..."
From one minute Sasuke was muttering endlessly and the next his voice grew soft and sullen.
Three years he spent creating me.
I looked at my palm; where a layer of skin-like synthetic material that hid every inch of the metal I was made from.
I was very human.
An identity I confirmed from the nearest reflection I saw;
My long pink hair.
My green eyes.
To these carefully construted curvatures of a female's body.
I was simply admiring my own existence before he cut in,
"Before I forget, there's a blade secretly built in your right arm fit for close-range combat. Use it only when necessary," he stressed.
He paused.
"What is your name?"
Then asked.
"Haruno Sakura."
I responded from the information I was programmed in my data bank. However, it doesn't feel as if it was programmed...
It was...from memory.
"What is your mission?"
He asked again.
"To serve the people of Konoha and resist the enemy Bu'Lan."
That, was definitely programmed.
He seemed pleased upon the answer.
"Not just resist, by all means...kill them all. Those despicable filth!"
I stood silent, watched him grit his teeth and clenched his fists with hatred. Then turned back at me with softened eyes,
"If it weren't for them...if you...you weren't...I wouldn't have made something like this. Sakura..."
His voice trembled as it gradually grew softer.
That 'something'; was he referring to me?
And 'Sakura' wasn't.
I'm just to replace.
It's doesn't matter...
It doesn't...
No matter if I said so, the sting in my chest didn't go away.
I am just a robot yet...
This sensation.
Of being alive.
Seems so real.
"For the time being,"
I paid attention as my creator spoke. He made hurl out my hand then gave me a set of keys.
"Go home."
An order he was confident in before turning his back at me and left.