Hey guys! This is the second chapter of the fic so far, but I'm worried it might be a little too short, so don't be surprised if I update the chapters and join them into one chapter. There will still be more chapters though.
Rin didn't say anything as she looked up at the white puffy balls of cotton that made their way through the wide expanse of blue. She waved her pen in the air, and the clouds changed shape, obeying the pen, morphing into a rabbit that she had seen in one of her memories. She sighed, still confused, and sat up.
Rin stared at her tablet.
The boy, Haru, had invaded her thoughts lately. Why did these memories with him never break out to her like how her memories about her father had? Why had her father programmed this simulation to not include these memories of Haru until later?
Something was up.
Rin opened her inbox, trying to see if there were any new messages. There were none.
She closed the inbox, frustratedly throwing down her pen to the screen in a forceful motion. Where the pen had hit, the earth had copied a couple of feet away, forming a hole in the ground.
She sighed and drew a flat line over the hole, and dirt filled it up at once.
Anything you want.
Rin took her pen, twisting it in her hand, thinking. She drew a lake on her tablet, and the ground dented, and bright, clear water filled itself up into it.
She sat at the edge and stared into the water, staring wistfully at the figure that reflected back. Her reddish-brown eyes were very different from her father's. So was her hair, which was also a reddish brown. Did she inherit her hair and eye color from her mother? A grandparent? A more distant relative, perhaps?
Haru, on the other hand, had brown eyes. His eyes were sharper, but still big on his face. He had tousled brown hair and a bright smile.
She frowned as she looked onto the ground. Rin had unknowingly drawn Haru into the dirt.
But… the drawing was ok.
As she had seen from her memories, she had loved to draw. Her father would always buy her crayons repeatedly, because she would always run out or use them until the wrapper was gone.
And ever since she had entered in this stimulation, she had only done one thing: draw.
Her whole life was pretty much based on her being able to make her own world each and every day, with her drawings alone. Well, the tablet and her thoughts helped her, (a lot, she admitted, that tablet could recognize anything, even if it was a badly deformed marshmallow), but she now had a hint of pride stepping back and taking a look at what she had drawn.
But people… she had never drawn people.
Her heart pounded as she pulled her tablet onto her lap, and drew the first person she could think of.
Sharp brown eyes took place, big on his face. Tousled light brown hair appeared over his head. He was smiling brightly, and stood wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts.
She smiled in her head. The drawing was quite not too bad, though it wasn't exactly what she was hoping for.
Maybe I should change the— Rin was brought out of her thoughts when the familiar sound of something being constructed filled her ears. She looked up, and a perfectly constructed Haru was in front of her.
She gaped.
Everything about the sculpture was down to the bone.
Even if her drawing had not been perfect, the simulation had picked up on what she was drawing, and perfected it for her.
Yes, everything she drew appeared in her world, but still, she had not expected a sculpture of Haru to be constructed.
She shook her head slightly in disbelief and touched the sculpture. Huh. Everything she drew appeared in her world, but still, she had not expected a sculpture of Haru to be constructed.
She stood up, and immediately noted the height difference between her and Haru. He was much shorter than her, since she had drawn him with the intent of the younger Haru from her past memories.
Rin stared in silence. She had grown so much over the past years… shouldn't Haru be growing as well?
Her brow furrowed and she picked up her tablet, immediately setting to making Haru seem… older. He should be her age now as far as she could tell. Rin didn't have to do much before her mind automatically willed the sculpture to change into an older version of Haru.
Even though it was her mind, even she didn't know how older Haru would look like, and she hadn't imagined anything particular either.
Her eyes widened as she now had to look up slightly to see Haru's face. Still sharp eyes, still big and bright on his face, and still tousled hair, bangs swept to the side. His face had matured, from the pouty faced child he once was, to a teenager. He was taller than her now, almost as tall as Riku was in her memories.
A smile stretched over her face, the first one in days.
But it slipped just as quickly as she stared at the statue of Haru in front of her as she came to a dawning conclusion.
Her finger tips touched the human face. In her memories, she could never touch people.
But at least in her memories she could see their eyes come to life. At least she could hear them chatter away, like they had all the time in the world. At least she could watch them dance and move among themselves.
Haru, as much as she didn't want to admit, wasn't real. At least the one sculpted in front of her.
It's not real, not real, not real… Nothing was real in this world.
She forced those thoughts down as she looked at the statue in front of her, leaning her forehead against it.
And as cruel as it was, she wished that she had someone along with her, trapped in this infinite beautiful loneliness.
If only… she could have a friend.
There was nothing else in the world she would have liked that all of this world could give her, then grant that one wish.
If only the simulation could pick up on that as well.
But unbemost to her, it could, and there was a slight shuffle of movement underneath her.
Please review and tell me if the story is going too fast for just a thousand words per chapter.