Well, two reviews so I guess its time to put up chapter 2!

Anyway here are some warnings! Ya know, the same ones from chapter !

1) Yes this is a yaoi fic. Shonen ai, slash, boy love, whatever you wanna call it. So now you can't bitch and say I didn't warn you it was a M/M fic.

2) I don't care if you don't like the pairings I pick for this story. So don't start sending me reviews telling me to change the pairing before its too late or something. My story, my fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I own all the little characters you do not recognise from the manga or the shows of both Chobits and YYH. I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, that belongs to Yoshihiro-san. I do not own Chobits, that belongs to those wonderful CLAMP girls.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2- Yusuke Awakens

Nikita hummed to herself as she hung the soggy clothes in the backyard to dry, calculating they might be destroyed by the drying machine. They were already tattered up enough and Mistress Shizuru had distinctly told her to keep them in as good condition as she could. She had said that maybe the clothes would give some sort of clue on who owned the strange black haired Persocom before. With a smile she continued to set the clothes up to dry, her hair blowing softly in the wind.

Kuwabara sat backwards on his computer chair as he stared at the almost nude robot on his bed. After close inspection he found all the thing's clothes to be ruined except for the silky black boxers under its jeans. After giving them a quick toss in the dryer he slipped them back on and was content to just watch the thing as Shizuru went out to get some decent clothes for it.

The gears in the tall teen's head turned as all his friend Kurama had told him about Persocoms slowly came rolling back from his memories. Backing up off the chair into a standing position, he crept over to the bed and gave it a once over. "Lets see…I need to make sure this thing still works, so I'm gonna have to turn it on!"

Hands hesitantly lowered to touch the machine's skin and he was quite surprised to feel how soft the skin was. Slowly he began to feel around the computer's body, searching for something in particular. "Kurama said there should be an on switch somewhere, but where!"

About 10 minutes later he gave up and stepped back a bit, rubbing his forehead in frustration. He had pushed almost everywhere and still had not found that switch. His eyes set themselves on the Persocom's face and slowly moved downwards till they stopped at the belly button.

Staring at it for a few seconds he mentally slapped himself for not thinking of it sooner. Reaching out he gently pressed his finger against the hole, pausing for a moment to gather his nerves before pressing his finger inside, searching for the feel of the on switch. Grinning in victory once he felt it, he pressed the switch and pulled his hand away.

The scratchy voiced male sat back in the chair and waited. Four minutes ticked by, Kuwabara becoming more annoyed by the second. Finally he exploded, jumping upward and knocking the computer chair to the floor. "What gives! I pressed the stupid button and nothing is happ-" A bright light cut off the redhead's sentence, startling him a bit and causing him to stumble backwards onto his behind from surprise.

The Persocom lying on his bed shone with great intensity, a non-existent wind billowing about the room. Slowly it rose up into the air sending loose paper scattering around the room in the gale. Kuwabara lifted an arm above his face, protecting his eyes from the light and to shield his face from any of the papers flying every which way. A whirring sound caught his attention as the machine's eyes snapped open revealing the eerie pupil less irises the Persocoms were known for. It slowly moved into a sitting position as it was lowered back into the bed, the light fading and the wind vanishing. Its gaze turned upon the other occupant of the room, the frightened young man scooting backwards at the soulless stare.

A heavy silence rested upon the room as the last sheet of paper fluttered to the floor, the two locked in a stare down. Finally the Persocom opened its mouth slowly, as if not quite sure what it wanted to say. It lifted its hand pointing an accusing finger at Kuwabara.

"Who the fuck are you?" Kuwabara blinked in shock and his jaw worked up and down but he was unable to form even a stutter. The Persocom got an irritated look on its face and got up from the bed, the poor abused piece of furniture creaking as the stressing load was removed. The computer's mouth worked into a sneer as it moved towards the lanky boy. "What's the matter, too stupid to talk? I said who the fuck are you!"

Kuwabara finally snapped out of his daze and gave the machine a dark look as he clambered up onto his feet sputtering angry words, "You better watch who you're calling stupid, ya piece of metallic crap!" The Persocom's eyes widened at the insult before narrowing dangerously. Kuwabara twitched slightly when he recognized a look of anger in the dead looking brown eyes glaring at him.

On the outside Kuwabara looked completely enraged but internally he was confused as hell. How was it possible that a Persocom could act like this? How could it be possible this Persocom's eyes flashed with emotions? Machines couldn't feel…right? Before Kuwabara could do anything, his door burst open and his sister stepped in with a pissed off expression on her face.

"Kazuma! You and your little friend need to shut the fuck up! I could hear you all the way from the entrance hall," she growled, her eyes flaring which instantly sparked a bit of fear inside of Kuwabara. His sister was the most frightening person he knew, and that was saying a lot considering he was always getting attacked by hordes of thugs almost on a daily basis.

He caught himself before he could nod obediently, and opened his mouth wide ready to explain the situation to his elder sister when the foul mouthed machine beat him to the punch. "Listen you bitch! I wanna know what the fuck is going on here and who the fuck you two are!" Shizuru, however, seemed unaffected by the computer's apparent liking for using the darker part of the human language and gave it her trademark eerie, blank, expressionless look. This promptly shut the Persocom up, it too suddenly expressing a hint of terror and unease.

Reaching into her pocket for a cigarette and a lighter, Shizuru lit one up swiftly before returning her gaze to her brother and the black haired robot. "Listen," She growled, "I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit. I already got enough to deal with as it is with my dumbass baby brother, I don't need anymore from you," she whispered darkly, blatantly ignoring the insulted look her brother gave her. She began leaning towards the Persocom scaring it enough to back away from her.

Her face instantly relaxed, which actually frightend the two further, and took a long drag from her cancer stick. Sighing with satisfaction at the taste of the nicotine she paused before speaking again, "So, got a name? Cause if you don't I'm perfectly fine with calling you Shitface, because that's exactly what you act like." Kuwabara had a hard time stifling a snicker but was silenced by a dark glare from his sister.

The black haired Persocom stood there for a minute, its face twisting into one of thoughtfulness as it searched its memory banks. The three remained unmoving, the machines internal systems whirring as it performed the search. It blinked a moment later and frowned.

"Crap," it sighed heavily out of annoyance. "Looks like all my data has been corrupted…not even one piece of data is still clean. Everything in my memory banks is screwed beyond recognition." It brought a hand up to its right cheek and scratched at it with a finger. "I guess either I was hit with a really big virus or my previous owner did it on purpose; if I even had an owner that is. I don't really know."

Finishing off the last of her nicotine stick Shizuru snubbed it out on the wall, ignoring the dark mark it left before dropping it into the nearby trashcan. Brushing her hand off on her pant leg she looked back up at the boy and the machine. "Kazuma, keep that thing in here and out of sight until you leave. Then take it with you."

"Hey," Kuwabara interjected. "Why do I gotta take it with me! This thing is like some kinda punk ass delinquent!" His frown deepened at his sister's smirk.

"You said you wanted it."

"That was before I found out what an asshole it was!" Chuckling the brunette walked out of the doorway and began heading towards the kitchen, "Remember brother, finder's keepers!" She called over her shoulder, enjoying every moment of torment she gave her brother.

With a snarl Kuwabara slammed the door shut, muttering darkly once he was sure Shizuru was far enough that she wouldn't suddenly burst back into his room. The now forgotten Persocom stood there watching the teen talk to himself, his arms crossed over his bare chest.

"That's just sad; your not even man enough to talk trash to her face. You gotta do it when she's out of the room. What a fucking wuss." Kuwabara turned and if glares could kill, the offending black haired robot would be taken apart piece by piece, melted into little metal nubs and way more then six feet under.

"You know I think I'm beginning to understand why your old owner threw you away. You're an asshole."

"And you're bastard," It retaliated smugly, blinking as the human strode past him without another word and collapsed into his now unoccupied bed. It turned and watched him as he snuggled down into the mattress pulling the kitten decorated comforter, which was identical to the one he had back at his apartment, up over his head and stopped moving.

"What the heck are you doing?"

"Going to sleep," was the muffled reply. Confused and irritated it walked over to the bed and came to a stop at its side.

"Its only 2:43 in the afternoon." Kuwabara pulled the comforter down just enough to let one narrowed eye peek out at the bothersome giant sized electronic.

"I had to walk four miles from Tokyo to get to this place and then I had to drag your heavy ass here. I am freaking tired so leave me alone!" Unfortunately this did not drive the Persocom away but in fact encouraged it to bother him more.

"Don't you have a car or something since you live in a city?"

"I live in Tokyo. Why would I buy a car when I can get around that city much faster by walking? Waste of time and money." To this the machine found it had no smart-aleck reply and quietly retreated to the other side of the room to nosily shift through papers on the carrot top's desk.

Doing a mental victory dance for his recent triumph over the hot-tempered Persocom, Kuwabara settled back down into his bed and soon found him self slipping off into lotus land.

Tears. Concern.

"My mommy…my Kaasan is sick again. She's getting worser every day. Daddy…my Tousan says there's no medicine to help her."

Sympathy.

"Tousan s'not crying…he told me strong men don't cry. My Tousan is strong! I wanna be strong too! But…I can't help it…"

Tears. Comfort.

"Thank you. You're the only one nice to me anymore…my big sister, Niisan isn't nice to me anymore now that Kaasan is sick again. She always yell at me and hurts my feelings a lot."

Anger.

"It's ok. My Tousan says she's only mean because she's worried about Kaasan. But I'm just glad you're always gonna be nice to me. You're my bestest friend, Yusuke."

Happiness….

Kuwabara suddenly jerked awake, yelping loudly as his skull made a loud crack sound as it made contact with the Persocom's. Shifting away from it he held his aching head muttering curses as it throbbed badly. Why the Persocom was hovering over him while he slept was a mystery to him, but right now he wasn't really too worried about it. The only thing on his mind was-

"Yusuke." The Persocom blinked looking up at the sound of the human's voice.

"Huh?" Turning to look at the computer Kuwabara repeated himself, this time a bit slower.

"Yusuke. That's what I've decided to call you."

To be continued...