-1A/N: Wus'up evr'baaaahdeh? Sorry, just felt like sayin' that. Well, in case some of yall don't know, I have just completed one of my fan fics, "Looks Can Kill". Check into that if ya want. Also, if anyone has heard of Silent Hill before, I'm making a fan fic of that too, but it's not up yet, so look forward to that all you SH fans! Woo hoo! I got done cleaning my bathroom right now, and it is sparkling clean, if I do say so myself. And don't worry, I made sure to wash my hands afterward.
OKAY, down to business! Dis is chaptah six of "My Chobit-chan", so I hope ye all enjoy it. Sorry 'bout my talkin' funny, I don't know why I'm doing it. I mean, I'm from Texas, but I'm no hick, that's for sure. (No offence to those who are or have the accent! I'm not making fun of you!) Anyway, let's get down to business…… again…
Chapter 6: "Yuki Yuki Yuki!"
Now that the pink-haired persocon, formally known as Shuichi (or Shu), finally had some decent clothes for going out in, there was still one more essential that had to be obtained by the youth.
Learning how to talk.
Having somebody around the house saying the word "Shu" all morning, all afternoon, all evening, and every single 24 hrs. of the day was starting to give Yuki ticks (and no, not the bug kind of tick).
Yuki had tried to have the boy listen to these old "How to Speak Japanese in 24 Hrs." tapes, but all the boy would do was stare at the cassette player and watch the little circular knobs turning the film around and around and around until he got dizzy and fell over. The author then tried teaching Shuichi himself at least how to say the basic things necessary in order to get around in life, but all the persocon would do was blink at him and glomp the man unexpectedly.
That's when Yuki came to the conclusion that Shuichi would just have to find out how to talk normally like every other person had to when they were babies.
By listening and learning.
It would probably take a while, but the blonde didn't really mind if the boy was quiet most of the time instead of rambling on like some other person. It helped him get work done easier and faster.
In order for Shuichi to tell his caretaker what he wanted, the boy would either point at it or touch it for permission to have it. Then, Yuki would either nod, or shake his head no if it was something not to be toyed with. Like, his lap top for example. The persocon had wanted to wash it along with the dishes, but luckily had (in his own little language) asked Yuki before simply doing it. The novelist had saved his precious computer from the innocently destructive grasp of Shuichi before it plunged to it's death into murky waters of the sink.
"Well…" Yuki started as he made up Shuichi's futon, straightening out the blankets and pillow. "… My brother called a while ago and wanted to see how you were doing, so be prepared for a surprise visit."
Shuichi tilted his head.
"Did I mention a very unpleasant surprise visit?" The writer grumbled under his breath.
The boy chirped out a little "Shu" and waited for nothing in particular.
"So we better get some clothes on your first. Do you remember how I told you to put on clothing?" He inquired.
Shuichi's face lit up as he skipped off to the hall closet where his outfits were and dug through them. He pulled out the already matched articles and closed the door. The bustling persocon then scurried over to the couch, laid down what he was to wear, and took off his new silky sky blue pajamas which Yuki had bought for him. The long white T-shirt he at first wore wouldn't have been enough to keep him warm at nights, though there was really no reason to have him be warm since he was just a persocon.
The author headed toward the kitchen once he heard the toaster pop up and buttered the crispy bread for himself. When he came back out with the plates, the older man looked his guest over and nodded in approval.
Shuichi had picked out the light pink sleeveless shirt with a white, shoulder-less jacket that went over it (zipper included), and khaki capris to go with it. Though the bright red sneakers didn't exactly fit the ensemble, Yuki let it go, figuring the boy would get it right at some point.
"You know that Tatsuha is gonna go ga-ga seeing you in that top. It shows quite a bit of skin there." When he said "quite a bit", he meant just the shoulders and upper chest/collarbone area. Shuichi didn't respond, just looked at the novelist curiously.
"Nevermind. Tatsuha also has respect for cute things, so I know he wouldn't try anything with you." Besides, he's got his "honey" Ryuichi Sakuma to drool over…"
Shuichi didn't know who that "Ryuichi" person was, so he didn't pay attention to the name and kept staring at the blonde.
It wasn't too long after that the younger brother arrived in a plain old T-shirt and jeans to visit "two of his most favorite people in the whole wide world".
"So, it seems like Shuichi has adopted some fashion sense, has he?" Tatsuha noticed the cute outfit on the persocon.
"Somewhat. He still has a little ways to go in relation to matching colors together." Yuki didn't know why he was caring so much.
"Well, I say that those red shoes bring out a little of his personality."
"What personality?" The author rolled his eyes.
"Aniki! Don't be so mean to him!" The human boy turned back toward Shuichi. "Don't mind him. I think you look very nice in that outfit." The monk-in-training complimented.
Shuichi just smiled, somehow knowing that what the man said was good.
Yuki was sitting on the sofa, an early morning cigarette caught between his dry lips as he spoke. "Tatsuha…"
"Yes aniki?" The boy answered while feeling the material of Shuichi's clothes.
"… Why are you here?" The blonde asked seriously.
The novelist's brother paused a moment in his fondness of the persocon and said nothing.
Yuki waited.
Shuichi blinked.
"Oh Yuki, Yuki, Yuki…" Tatsuha chanted innocently while turning towards the famous writer. Shuichi's ears perked. "Cannot your favorite brother who you've lived with and loved throughout your life come and visit you once in a while?"
"First of all, you're my only brother, and I'd like to think of it more as being stuck with you throughout my life." Yuki replied nonchalantly.
Tatsuha chuckled. "Oh aniki, you slay me! I know that you remember those times we used to play with one another. Frolicking along a field of flowers, catching bull frogs at the family pond, climbing great oaks and playing tag… oh, such fun memories." The younger man reminisced.
"Strange… that's not how I remembered it. Wasn't it more like you pushing me down the hill of flowers, sticking frogs down my shirt, wacking me with tree branches and wrestling me to the ground until I had a mouth full of dirt?" Yuki glared at him.
"Aww, Shuichi you look great in these clothes! I hope to see more of them on you sometime."
"Shu!"
Tatsuha had turned his attention back at Shuichi as if he didn't hear a word Yuki said.
"Tatsuha…" The novelist fumed.
Later that day, Tatsuha had left for a huge sale up at the music store, giving the persocon and it's owner some space again.
Yuki was busy scheduling out his calender for the month and Shuichi was exploring the closet in the hallway where his clothes were kept. He discovered a few different things in the space while looking for his shoes earlier. The persocon pulled out a large fool's hat with the jiggling bells attached at the ends and tried it on. It was so big, that the hat practically swallowed his head. Shuichi managed to pull it up a bit and make it stay, though his ears were still covered.
Another unexpected knock came from the door. Shuichi had recently learned to open the door for anyone who made that noise since he always saw the gold-haired man do it, so that's exactly what he did.
The first thing the persocon noticed was the thick, mahogany hair cascading down their guest's shoulders. The woman had grey blue eyes and a generous amount of red lip stick painted upon her lips. Her suit seeemd slightly business, a twead blue skirt that came down to her knees and a twead blue jacket with one button to match, along with a white blouse underneath. Her brow was set into a determined expression, but morphed to confusion once she saw the pink-haired boy at the door. As if realization hit her, the woman changed back into her old stubborn look and asked abruptly,
"Where's Eiri?"
Shuichi just stared at her hair, in awe at it's fullness and beauty. "Shu…" he uttered quietly.
"Hm? Hey, kid. Are you going to answer me?" The woman raised an eyebrow at the boy's weird behavior. Still she got no response.
"Sigh… look, I'm sure he hasn't told you or anything, but Eiri is my brother and I need to speak with him. Is he home?" A wind picked up and blew the woman's hair back and forth, causing the persocon's head to sway side to side.
"Alright, then. That's all you needed to tell me." The woman took the boy's head movement as a sign of response.
Shuichi then regained his senses and looked up at the lady with bafflement.
"Could you just tell him to call my cell when he gets back? It's important that I talk to him." The mahogany-haired woman paused before completely turning back around toward her bright red convertible. She looked the new kid up and down and let out an exasperated sigh.
"So, this is what Eiri's into now? I swear, my brother has strange taste." The woman made one last glance at the fool's hat on Shuichi's head and pivoted toward her car.
The boy stared at the shiny red automobile zoom off from the driveway and down the street. He had no idea what just happened, but the lady seemed really nice.
Shuichi headed back inside, the hat still ringing on head. Yuki heard the foreign, yet familiar, sound and popped his head out to see what the noise was. Once he got a look at what the boy was wearing, the blonde nearly drobbed his paperwork.
"……… Um… Shuichi? Where did you get that?"
"Shu?" The persocon skipped toward the man and smiled, the bells jingling all the while.
Yuki whitened as he realized what the hat was from. It was something a certain "friend" of his gave him for a company costume party once. He quickly snatched the hat from Shuichi's head.
"Ahem… you look like an idiot with that on." Yuki opened the trash bin and threw the obtrusive hat away.
"It covers your… ears anyway." Yuki was having a hard time deciding whether they were really his ears or not.
The persocon just stood there, which he did half the time anyway.
The author noticed that the boy had hat hair and reached out to fix it. While doing so, he brushed against the "ears" of Shuichi, and became curious. Yuki stroked the plastic-like material and rubbed them lightly. He tried pulling them, but nothing happened.
'What exactly are these things anyway?' He thought.
Shuichi's eyes started drooping and he decided that whatever his owner was doing to him at the moment felt pretty good. The boy leaned into the touch and smiled dazily.
What made the novelist come back to reality was the soft cooing sound the persocon was emitting from receiving the massage-like treatment. The boy's eyes were closed, the long lashes resting gracefully on his pinkened cheeks. His lips were slightly parted and rounded as he made small mewls from his mouth.
Yuki's blood became hot, and it wasn't with anger, that's for sure.
The blonde pulled away and made a bee line for his study, whichi Shuichi knew he wasn't allowed to come into. After the door slammed shut, the boy opened his eyes slowly and stared at the door. He then felt his ears, noticing that his owner didn't do anything to them. Maybe it was a sign of affection? Or maybe they were dirty? Shuichi went to look in the hallway mirror to see what had happened.
Though the persocon's ears hadn't changed from Yuki's strange massage, his face was a little different. Shuichi poked at the pink blush that was settled in his cheeks, wondering what the strange discoloration was and meant. After a while it went away, but Shuichi kind of missed the tingling feeling that came with it. Did is owner give him that feeling? Did he make him that way? The persocon smiled happily and chirped a 'Shu' of delight. The golden-haired man had done something nice for him… whatever it was.
In the office, Yuki was having a hard time getting the pink discoloration on his cheeks to go away. Just the look on that boy's face was so…… cute. It made Yuki want to…
"What the hell…?" The author smacked himself in the head. "This is pathetic. Getting embarrassed over a robot. What has that kid done to me?" With that, the writer shook his head one last time, and pulled up a random document to work on from his files.
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"Thank you, please come again." A pleasant faced woman smiled at the redhead while handing him the bag with his purchases in it.
"Thanks." He smiled back and exited through the automatic doors. He squeezed into the tight fitting crowd of Tokyo rush and headed toward his car which was parked much farther down from the store. Parking spaces were scarce during this time of hour.
He glanced inside the plastic bag to admire his new shirts and necklaces. One article of clothing was long-sleeved and a solid lavender, while the other was black and white and vertically striped. The guy was into bold clothing, feeling like it made him more independent. The necklaces went well with button-up shirts when the first few buttons were open to show off the jewellery. One was a small gold chain that had a plain cross at the end of it (since his other one was getting old), another was smaller and silver with black and white beads spaced out on the chain. The redhead bought one last item that he wasn't sure was a worty purchase, but didn't mind trying it out. A thin, black, leather choker with a silver buckle at the front. Maybe it was too girly…?
"Oh well. Guess I'll try it out sooner or later." He shrugged and continued toward his car.
While strolling down the sidewalk, a man stopped him and asked him for directions to the closest ATM.
"You just take a right up here, cross the street ahead, and-" The redhead paused when he saw a head of long, luxurious brown hair swaying in time with its step. The girl was giving money to a charity organizer that had a bucket for cash dedicated to the orphanage. When she turned around, the intensity of her blue eyes made even the sky itself envious.
The redhead blinked for a split second in awe before the man asking for direction popped up in his view.
"Um, hello? Then what do I do?"
"Huh?" The teen snapped out of his daze and looked at the stranger in confusion. "Uh, oh! Sorry. Um, yeah, turn right, cross the street, and keep going until you pass a bakery. It's right after that."
"Thanks buddy." The passerbyer bowed and headed off. The redhead quickly looked back to where the girl was on the other side of the street, but found that she was gone.
"Hm… I wonder where… she went…" The teen stretched his head out and looked around in different directions to see if he could spot the brunette beauty, but came up with no results. Pursing his lips in disappointment, the redhead kept walking toward his vehicle, going home for the day.
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Suguru was currently fixing another Chobit part of his (cracking one of the lens accidentally in the process and, remaining awkwardly composed, obtained a spare one in the drawer), when his most trusted servant and persocon came in to confront him.
"Ah, Ayaka-chan. Did you get what I needed?" He asked warmheartedly.
"Yes, sir. Here is what you requested." The mechanical woman gave her master a bag with some essential tools to help with the process of his inventing and repairing.
"Thank you. You may go reboot if you need to. Oh, but wait! I shall need the leftover money that you got back from shopping."
"Yes, master." Ayake pulled the money out of her pocket and handed it to the boy.
"Okay then… hm? That's odd…"
"What is it, sir?"
"Those parts you got me should have cost less than how much money is gone from this." He held up the cash. "Where's the rest? I hope the man you bought from wasn't a swindler. If he is, then he won't get away with-"
"Oh, no sir! That's not the case. I… I gave some money to a charity organization on the sidewalk. It was for the place where little children live when they have no family. I'm sorry if you don't find that pleasing. I can go back and get the money I spent…"
The boy genius paused a moment, as if trying to analyse something deep in his mind. "No, no. That's all right, Ayaka-chan. What you did was good, and it makes me proud that you would do such a kind act." He smiled softly at her.
Ayaka smiled back. "Thank you, master." She was happy that her owner had been pleased with what she had done. Maybe she would give to the orphanage more often…
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Yuki's eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen for so long, and it was forming into a headache. He stood, stretched, and went to the bathroom to retrieve some medicine for the pain. After taking the pills, he decided to eat a little something so he wouldn't feel dizzy from the medication.
In the den, Shuichi was sitting on the floor, just looking blankly at the carpet. The author saw this, was used to it, and headed for the fridge.
"You know, if you sit around all day, you'll become lazy." The blonde informed halfheartedly. There was no answer.
"I'm not done with work yet. I'm just getting something to eat." He let the persocon know. But still, there was no small "shu" emitting from his mouth.
"Why are you so quiet?" The writer turned to face the boy, but only succeeded in losing a staring contest with him. "Sigh, whatever. Do what you want." Yuki pulled out some left over pizza and a beer to eat. He was on his way to the oven to heat up his lunch, when he heard a small voice from the living room.
"Shu… S-Shu… yu…"
"Oh, so now you say something. I haven't heard you speak a word since after breakfast." The older man shook his head and placed the pizza on a large cookie sheet to bake back to normal.
"Y… Yu… ki…."
"You're stuttering. What's wrong? Cat got y-"
Yuki stood stock still.
…………
Were… those just words coming out of his mouth?
"Y… yu… ki…"
'Kamisama…' The blonde thought and dropped the cookie sheet holding the pizza.
Those weren't just any words… it was his name!
"Yu…ki… Yu…ki… Yukiii… Yuki, Yuki, Yuki Yuki Yuki Yuki…" The boy just kept going on.
"You… You're talking…" The novelist said, too shocked to say anything else.
"Yuki Yuki Yuki!" The persocon flashed a bright smile at the older man, extremely happy for his accomplishment in being able to say his owner's name.
"Yuki… yeah, that's right." The blonde nodded in astonishment, a small smirk making its way onto his face. "Where… how, did you learn that?"
"Yuki Yuki Yuki!"
"Yeah, that's my name. But how did you-"
"Yuki Yuki Yuki!"
"Um, Shuichi-"
"Yuki Yuki Yuki!"
"…"
"Yuki!"
"……"
"Yuki Yuki Yuki Yuki Yuki…"
---5 minutes later---
"… Yuki Yuki Yuki Yuki-"
"Okay! I get it! You know how to say my name, that's great! Now would you learn some other words too so you don't have to keep repeating it over and over and over again!" The novelist was trying to work on his book, but the boy kept on imitating a broken record player and it was driving Yuki insane! He never knew he could hate his name so much until now.
It wasn't technically Shuichi's fault. He just wanted to show his owner how smart he was and please the man. But Yuki discovered there's a point in life where you can show a little too much love…
Though… it was nice to here it said from the persocon's lips. And at least he learned a new word, right? So it wasn't that bad after all.
"Yuki Yuki Yuki!"
Well… maybe there wasn't any harm in encouraging the boy to expand his vocabulary a little sooner…
A/N: Hey! Haven't updated in a while. It's late, I'm tired, but I couldn't leave yall hanging! I'll be extremely busy this summer, and I'll barely get to be at home, so I decided to finish this chapter up before things get too hectic. I will try my best though to keep up with the new chapters and everything. Bare with me until then! Thanks!