-1A/N: Alright! Chapter 5 of my story. I really hope you all like this one. Thanks for all the reviews! I'll be sure to reply to them now, so after this chapter, remember to look at the DEAR REVIEWERS (note: I usually only reply to the reviews that I can answer questions to or I think are interesting… so ask my any questions you have and say something that'll get me talking!). Oh, and since so many of you have been asking… Shuichi will learn to speak more clearly later on in the plot! I promise! Chi learned to, and so should he, so don't worry everyone! Okay, now on with the fic!

CHAPTER 5: Adapt and Modify

After breakfast that day, Yuki had to figure out what was to be done about where Shuichi would sleep. Since he had plenty of room in the den to make a comfortable living space, he decided to put some blankets and a pillow on the couch. It would be soft enough and strong enough to hold him. The novelist wasn't sure whether putting the pink-haired doll in his bed would be too much for the springs or not.

Shuichi's vocabulary hadn't expanded any since arrival, which was secretly killing Yuki inside. The blonde wanted to know where this kid came from and if he remembered anything that had happened to him. Though, he was only a machine, so it's not like he had an actual life before.

'What am I thinking…' Yuki thought to himself the first time he considered that.

Shuichi analysed his caretaker's movements the whole time he was setting things up for his new guest. He found the actions quite fascinating and had taken up a small habit of mimicking the blonde. Whenever the novelist bent down to pick something up, Shuichi would do the same with his large curious eyes looking on to follow the rest of Yuki's gestures. Unfortunately, this caused the boy's long white shirt to ride up on him and reveal a little bit of the persocon's brief-clad butt. It was actually very cute, but the author straightened up right away, which made the smaller man copy him.

Other times, Shuichi would just mirror the simple actions that had nothing to do with manual labour, like stretching. The writer would raise both his arms in the air and curl his neck to the side in order to pop some of his aching muscles, and the persocon would remain faithful to his habit. This allowed Yuki to see the delicate almost hourglass curve underneath the flowy garment Shuichi was wearing, along with the boy's rear sticking out lazily. The pink-haired kid didn't exactly stretch like his caretaker did though, just reached up above his head and held his arms there.

All of these mimicking movements started to taunt Yuki's reaction, each time finding it harder to take his eyes off the boy's slender form. That's when the blonde man came to a definite conclusion:

"We're buying you some clothes." He pointed accusingly at the persocon.

All Shuichi could do was smile softly and point back at him like this was some sort of game.

"Shu!" He chirped.

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Meanwhile

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Down the road from Yuki's apartment… a LOT further down, was a house of enormous structure and status. In other words, it was a mansion.

Inside this mansion lived the boy genius, Fujisaki Suguru; a human being of scientific knowledge beyond Albert Einstein's wildest dreams. This young man of high class wasn't exactly old enough (or even look old enough) to be a school professor, but he sure had the brains for it. With his lush aqua-green hair and deep forest-colored eyes, no one would guess that this pretty little face with his petite form and small body would have an I.Q. of… well, let's just say it's a very high number…

At the moment he was in his large, spacious library/office working on a part to one of his many persocons. Because of his great wealth and power, Fujisaki was able to purchase a numerous amount of these creatures to his liking. What surprised people is that he didn't have to fill out any paper work for them…. This was an ongoing topic among all classes, but sooner or later it dropped to just minor gossip. But not only did young Fujisaki buy persocons, he had the ability to create them as well. No one, not even his closest acquaintances (except for one, but you will find out who that is later) knew about this special talent of his. It was a well kept secret by he and his persocons. In fact, that's part of the reason he preferred to have these creatures as maids and servants around his mansion, for if he had hired real humans they could leak out this information whenever they liked. Persocons, no matter what you did to them, remained loyal to their masters and would never violate their codes of conduct unless the caretaker orders them to.

Fujisaki, though an excellent creator of persocons, has had quite a few glitches in his making of these beings, and often has to fix a few things afterward. This time, the green-eyed boy was repairing the visual lens of one of his robotic maids which allowed her to see.

He was intently concentrating on the gadget and moving some things around with a thin metal rod, when that certain maid came in to see how he was doing.

"Fujisaki-sama? Can I assist you with anything?" She asked politely and tilted her head with a small smile.

After a brief silence, Suguru looked up from his work and replied, "Oh, Itsuka. No, thank you. I'm almost done with your lens here. So don't worry, okay?" He smiled softly back at her.

"Thank you, master. Just call if there is any progress." She bowed and turned to walk out the door, but only ended up running into the door's frame. She yelped in surprise, steadied herself, and went out the correct way, her short brown hair bouncing along behind her.

Fujisaki shook his head hopelessly. 'Maybe I should switch her off for the time being. Though, she said she didn't want to be shut off and wants to continue doing her job, it's going to be hard for her to see where she's going without these.' He looked down at the contraptions.

"Sigh…" He heaved, and was about to work on the lens some more when the phone rang on his desk. He grumbled lowly, picked up the handle and spoke nonchalantly into the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Ah, yes. Is Fujisaki there at the moment?"

"It's me."

"Oh! I'm sorry Fujisaki. You sound so much like some of the maids around your home." The man smiled into the phone from the other side.

"I think that's an insult, Tohma." Suguru twitched.

"Oh, no, not at all!" After the man, formally known as Tohma, had had his fun with the boy, he straightened up and spoke in a little more serious tone. "So, how are you? Haven't heard from you in a while."

"I've been really busy. It seems as if all of my persocons have been malfunctioning at once." He groaned. By the way he talked with the man, Fujisaki was obviously familiar with this person.

Tohma chuckled kindly. "Don't worry. You'll master the skills someday. In the meantime, I need you to do me a favor."

"Oh yeah? And what would the great Tohma Seguchi want of me?" The aqua-haired genius lifted his hand up in the air exaggeratedly.

Seguchi smiled on the other end. "Well, I wouldn't go so far as to call me great… but I need you to check something out for me on your computer. Can you do that, or are your hands full at the moment?"

"I'm kind of preoccupied right now, but what is it? I'll remember." Did I mention that he also had the memory of a recording machine? Fujisaki kept fiddling with his gadgets, a little pestered by the fact that he had to do a favor while he was so busy.

"I'm sure you'll like this request." Tohma said in an all-knowing tone. Suguru just rolled his eyes.

"Okay. I need you to find the location of a certain persocon that I've been trying to track down for some time now."

"What, did the buyer forget to fill out some paperwork again?"

"No, nothing like that. In fact, I'm not even sure if this special creature has an owner yet."

"So why do you want me to look for it? What's so special about it?" The boy continued with his work.

"It's…… a Chobit." Seguchi uttered quietly.

The boy genius's hand stopped abruptly from doing any further repair on the lens and froze all over. At first, he thought that Tohma was joking with him, but then again, when does THE Tohma Seguchi ever really joke about something like this? He blinked and shook his head before asking:

"Uh, what did you say again?" The boy was becoming anxious now.

"I said…" The older man repeated himself. "I want you to trace the location of a Chobit for me."

Yup. He said Chobit.

"The poor creature was stolen somehow from intruders that entered the building a week ago. We were doing experiments on it at the time to see if this being really was a legendary Chobit. So, it's been asleep since then. But just yesterday, our monitors and tracking devices picked up a signal different from all the other electromagnetic waves in the city. It was a powerful one, full of energy that you'd never believe unless you saw it. I swear that I could feel the sonic boom beneath my feet after that. We think that the Chobit was switched on at some point by somebody, but because of that incident (the mass of inhumane energy) our equipment was screwed up and we couldn't track the creature anymore."

Tohma waited a while for this all to sink into the boy. All he heard was complete silence.

"Now I know that you have the same technology that our company has, and that's why I'm entrusting you into finding this Chobit and bringing it back to us. Can you do that Fujisaki?" Tohma asked sternly.

Regaining his composure in order to impress Mr. Seguchi, Suguru answered quickly, "Yes. I'll try."

"Good then. Thank you Fujisaki. I know that you'll be able to find it. If you need any help, please feel free to contact my personal search team and use some of out equipment we have that's still in tact."

"Oh don't worry about that. I think I can handle this on my own." Suguru grinned self-righteously.

"Alright. I'll phone you later this week to see how you're doing." And with that, the Seguchi hung up.

Just as the green-haired boy hung up as well, he let out a big breath of air and sunk back into his chair. "I can't believe it. I got a job from one of the most powerful businessmen in Japan!" He smiled dreamily. Someday he hoped to become that politically famous. "Even though he is my cousin, I certainly don't hear from him much…" Suguru shrugged and rung a small bell that was placed at the corner of his desk.

Seconds later, a persocon maid with long, luscious brown hair and deep blue eyes came gliding in beside her master's desk.

In a soft, kind voice she spoke.

"Yes master? Do you need anything?" The maid said, smiling all the while.

"Yes Ayaka. I would like you to record a grand moment in history on your hard rive if that's okay with you." He closed his eyes defiantly and pointed his index finger in the air.

"Yes sir." The persocon, known as Ayaka, went silent for a moment and her eyes became blank, meaning she was in processing mode.

After telling the maid about how Tohma gave him the assignment, she warped out of processing mode and praised him.

"That's quite wonderful master. I'm so proud of you." She smiled brightly.

"Ah, thank you Ayaka-chan. You're always supporting me." Suguru held her hand gently in consideration and smiled back.

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Back to Yuki and Shu

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Along the sidewalks of Tokyo city, Shuichi came flowing down the lane with oversized, baggy pants and the same billowing shirt as before. All of Yuki's clothes were WAY to big, as to be expected. The blonde held onto the persocon's hand, keeping the boy from tripping over his pant legs. A few people noticed the pink-haired creature and complimented on him to the owner, who currently was ignoring all of their praise. Two school girls squealed when they saw the utterly adorable Shuichi flopping along beside the extremely gorgeous man. Another woman, along with her persocon daughter, called him a "cutie" in a sweet motherly tone. Some punk guys glued their eyes to the girly figure of Shuichi and licked their lips while whistling and cat-calling him. Yuki shot a death glare back at the men and off they went at the speed of light.

Once the novelist saw the first men's department store on the block, he quickly rushed in, Shuichi in tow, and began restlessly searching for some boy's clothes.

The smaller men's section was way at the back of the store, so that's where they stopped.

"Okay. Let's see… would these fit you?" Yuki held up a pair of jeans to the boy's legs and shook his head disapprovingly. "Nope. Too big… of course…" The author hadn't doubted this would happen.

Meanwhile, the persocon gazed curiously around at all the people bustling, cash registers ringing, and mannequins staring at him. Yuki momentarily had to let go of Shuichi's hand in order to reach deep back into a clothes rack for a certain sized shirt, therefore letting the boy wander over to a particular outfit he liked on one of the life-sized dolls.

Large purple eyes were hypnotized by the knee-length, khaki shorts with tons of pockets and a black studded belt resting limply at the mannequin's hips. The shirt was a burnt orange color and classified as a partial turtle neck since it didn't come all the way up the neck. At the shoulders, there were zippers that caused the sleeves to come off if it was too hot. But what Shuichi really liked about it was the dime-sized silver loops along the sides of the long sleeves, and at each loop hole part of the cloth was open, then closed up until it came across another loop hole (in other words, there are somewhat raindrop shaped holes going down the sides of the sleeves, showing some skin). Lastly, the pattern on the shirt had indented ridges going vertically from the top and down.

Though the persocon couldn't exactly figure out what drew him to the outfit, all he knew was how much he admired it and wanted to see how it felt.

So, without hesitation, Shuichi climbed onto the platform which the mannequin was standing on and began feeling the texture of it's clothing slowly. People from afar watched this strange display and moved away from the section. And hey, who wouldn't when you see someone caressing the body of a inanimate object?

Yuki had just found the perfect pair of pants that the boy could wear and pulled them out.

"Ah. Here we go. I think this'll fit y-" He turned around to see that his persocon was missing.

"Huh! Shuichi?" It wasn't long until he found the little idiot messing with one of the mannequins on display.

"What the hell! Shuichi, what are you doing?" The novelist made his way toward the boy.

When Shuichi heard his name, it startled him because he had forgotten that he was with his master, and turned too swiftly, knocking the mannequin off balance.

It came tumbling down…

… onto Yuki.

During the accident, the author had saw the danger, and leapt in front of Shuichi, taking the brunt of the hit himself. The two had fell to the ground in mess of real and fake limbs.

All of the customers looked to see what the commotion was and stared wonderingly. Yuki held his head and rubbed it lightly, cursing to himself in embarrassment and pain. Shuichi, on the other hand, just gazed curiously up at his master and blinked. Well… being pinned underneath him and all, there wasn't much else to do except lay there and blink…

The writer looked down back his violet stare and shook his head

"You're an idiot."

The manager had come out, along with a few employees and helped get the mannequin off of the two customers, apologizing profusely for the incident, saying that the doll had not been properly set up right.

Yuki didn't want to cause trouble and tell them what really happened, so he left the explanation at that.

After everything had settle down and the blonde man had reassured the workers that they were all right, Yuki turned to Shuichi and said,

"Geez, first time at a department store, and you already get us in trouble."

Shuichi lowered his head at first because he knew that he somehow had gotten them into trouble, but quickly perked back up and gasped. There was a small bruise present atop the blonde man's head.

Yuki didn't know what the persocon was so worked up about and raised an eyebrow in question.

The next thing he knew, the pink-haired boy had gotten on his tippy toes, held his head between his tiny hands, and was kissing the purple spot delicately.

Yuki was too stunned to notice how rapidly the pain was disappearing.

Once Shuichi had finished in his ministration, he rolled back onto his feet and smiled lovingly up at his master, letting out a small, "Shu!"

The author blinked, rubbed the spot on his head again, and didn't feel any ache coming from it.

What had just happened?

"Shu?"

The author snapped out of his daze and peered back at the boy in front of him.

"Oh, right… um, what were we here for again?… Clothes! That's it. Maybe we should go to a different store though. I don't want you to cause anymore trouble for them…"

"Shu!"

"Huh? What is it now?" He folded his arms.

Shuichi pointed innocently to the mannequin still trying to be hoisted up by two employees.

"What about it?" Yuki asked carelessly.

"Shu, Shu!" The boy scampered over to the doll and tugged at it's clothes.

It took a while before the man could process what was being said, until a little light bulb clicked in the back of his head. "Oh! I see. You want the clothes on the mannequin?"

"Shu!" The persocon nodded in triumph at getting his point across.

"Well…" The author scanned the outfit for anything he didn't like, found nothing, and responded, "Okay. That's be your first set of clothes for today."

Shuichi did a little hop in the air with glee, sensing that, by the approving look on his master's face, he was getting the outfit.

Luckily, Yuki and Shuichi received the outfit for free, as courtesy of the staff and manager to compencate for the mannequin incident. They didn't have any sizes on the racks for Shuichi to have, so the employees took the clothing directly off the fake body itself!

The boy's cheeks were flushed with a sort of anxiousness as the odd pairing headed down toward the next store. He didn't exactly know what this was all for, but Shuichi wanted to be as close to his master as possible and thought that putting on garments similar to his would help. It was a cute gesture, though unnoticed by Yuki.

Since the pants on the persocon were already slipping off, the novelist had Shuichi change into his first outfit right away while they strolled the sidewalks, stopping by each window that caught the boy's eye.

By the end of the day, Shuichi had a little more stuff to wear than Yuki bargained for. The persocon's favorite clothes was the one he was wearing now (with the orange, long-sleeve and khaki pants); a neon green sleeveless shirt that had a black suede, belly high jacket to go with it and dark blue jeans; a white peasant shirt that ruffled out at the ends of the sleeves which had some brown leather strings in certain places, and some Arabian-looking cream-colored MC hammer pants that had different, intricit designs and stopped at mid-shin. There were many others, but too many to describe.

Yuki didn't have a money issue with it since he was a best selling novelist and was paid VERY generously. What the man really paid attention to that day was how his persocon looked in all of his choice outfits. Yuki particularly liked the black, flare pants that tightened at the ahem upper region considerably, along with the lavender button-up shirt. It was a sophisticated look, but on Shuichi it was rather cute…

The blonde hung up all the boy's clothes (and shoes they had bought) in the spare closet and nodded, satisfied with their work today.

"Okay. Now you don't have to borrow my clothes anymore. Isn't that a relief…" He said more as a statement than a question.

"Shu!" The persocon chirped and put his hands behind his back, tilting his head up at the author happily.

"Hm." The older man smirked. "Well, glad you had fun. But we are NOT going on another shopping spree for a loooong while, that's for sure." Yuki rubbed the back of his neck tiredly and headed toward his study. "I gotta go work. Just… stay in here or whatever. Watch T.V." Yuki closed his door and proceeded to sit down at his desk.

"Finally. Some peace and quite. I hate going out in the city during the afternoon. That's when all the people start coming out. Ugh…" The writer was just about to pull up his current document when he felt a prescence beside him. Peering towards his side warily, he saw the pink-haired persocon staring at him blankly, as if wondering what he was doing.

"I thought you were going to watch television or something." Yuki tried in vain to get his point across about wanting to be alone, but Shuichi stayed planted to the same old spot, staring almost fondly at his master.

The novelist sighed in exasperation, got up, and went out to the living room, the boy following behind.

"Fine. You win. I'll watch it with you." Yuki plopped down on the sofa and lazily reached for the remote, turning the channel to a cop show. Shuichi sat down gracefully next to him and folded one leg up on the couch underneath him, smiling at the glowing pictures present on the T.V. screen.

"Hm. Baka." Yuki glanced at the unusually giddy boy and averted his eyes back to the box in front of them, while Shuichi smiled at the program with absolutely no clue with what was going on. He was just happy being with Yuki.

A/N: Ugh… I feel like this chapter wasn't as well done as my others. Probably because I've just finished it here at 11:07 at night and tomorrow is a school day b/c we need to make up for that stupid snow day we missed last year. Sheesh! It wasn't even snowing anyway! Well, I shouldn't be complaining too much. After all, tomorrow IS my birthday. Woo hoo! I'll be able to see rated R movies! Which means me and my friends will be going to see Silent Hill the movie this coming Friday! YES! I've played all four games of Silent Hill and I'm so excited to know that they've made a movie of it. I'll be cheering Pyramid Head on! raises fist in the air jubilantly Anyway, I thought it was the coolest thing when I found out many years ago that Shuichi's b-day is a day before mine. OH SO CLOSE! But close enough for me. His is April 16 while mine is April 17. Awesomeness! Well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHUICHI! And to me as well since it's tomorrow! This chapter is in honor of both of us. Oh yeah! And here's yall's…

DEAR REVIEWERS:

Sutaina Sion- Thanks! Saying that a character from an anime is IC is very flattering to me (if I'm trying to make them seem like they're in character, that is… which I was! smiles). I wasn't too sure about the cursing all mankind thing at first, but since you (my dedicated reader) thought it was good, I thank you for reassuring my skepticality.

Seriously delusional- YES! triumphant face Poptarts!……… I ate it! And it was yummy. licks lips Anyway, I'm glad you got the chance to see both of the animes. Guess my fic came at the right time, eh? Thanks for reading!

YueYoukaiEclipse- Oooo! Is your name the "Eclipse" from Demon Diaries! LOVE that manga. Let me know! Anyway, I'm glad you liked that part. I try to make these things funny as possible. Shuichi won't be able to talk for another chapter or so, but he WILL soon! YAY! Wow, that's the first time someone's called me a sadist…… should I be flattered? blinks I think I will be! cheers

Dice- HA HA! I like the thing about how "its okay to fall in love with your toaster or washing machine" part. That made me laugh. That WOULD be kind of awkward… But, first of all, persocons are not exactly your every day household appliance. Second of all, no I don't understand your apprehension towards my premise b/c all you've explained is the fatal flaw in Chobits but not in Gravi, therefore unclearly stating the reason why the two can't mesh together in my fic. And third of all, if you don't like the fic, don't waste your time commenting on it then. smiles Gooday!

Moonlit-Angel007- Hi Moonlit Angel! Haven't talked to you on AIM since that first time! We need to talk some more. I'll have to find time though… but anyway. Thanks for supporting my idea, and thanks for the tip on the PC thing. Oh, and I have no idea what that kanji says either. sweat drop Mind translating? Heh heh…

Rabid behemoth- Yup! I like your way better. So I'm using "persocon". The Japanese way! Woot!

Rannettia- Ummm… pregnant? I'd have to pass. smiles uneasily But talking, I CAN do. He will soon, promise! smiles

Nuriko Kurosaki- Um, I know that's his first name. sweat drop Why do you clarify? The name can be said two different ways. Eiri Uesugi (first, then last name), or Uesugi Eiri (last, then first name which is how the Japanese say it). I usually like to keep it simple or I sometimes type down whatever comes to mind first, so sorry if I didn't type it your way. Well, Shuichi always seemed heavy to Yuki in the anime, so I decided to keep it that way whether he's turned on or off. Thanks for the review and keep reading! smiles