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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.
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Chapter 3- Yusuke Goes Home
For the next few days the Persocom found itself alone most of the time, the carrot top adolescent always gone from the room. It couldn't decide whether it was because the human actually wanted to interact with his family or really because he secretly wanted to stay as far away as possible from the black haired machine. Yusuke didn't really think too much on it and devoted most of this alone time to observing the family outside of that cream colored door.
He had two methods to this. One was to sit next to the door and listen to them in the den. The second one was by carefully sneaking out of the room and spying on them from around the corner. The gathering consisted of only four people: Kuwabara, his sister, and an elderly couple who Yusuke identified as the red head's grandparents.
However during all this time, not once had the machine seen anyone else join them; only those four humans day after day. They'd talk about their lives and current goings on and play go and other games of the like. Then it was time to drink the large bottles of sake, Kazuma only drinking a little being slightly allergic to the stuff and having too much would cause his mouth to swell up like a balloon.
This continued on for six days, Yusuke constantly watching and listening. He learned a little more about the craggy faced boy each day. One thing he found out was that Kuwabara had a strange affinity for cats, which completely caught the Persocom off guard. For the rest of the day he couldn't help but snicker at the thought of the tough looking carrot top cuddling a tiny kitten.
Eventually the final day of the family get together arrived and half the Kuwabara family was suffering from hangovers. Being the only sober one in the house Kazuma was actually in his room for the first time in almost a week packing up his things. Carefully folding his dirty clothes he tucked them into his bag and then began straightening everything else in the room.
He chose to ignore the unnerving sensation of the Persocom's eyes staring at his back and tried to focus on packing. Despite his best efforts to distract himself, he couldn't stand it any longer. Slowly glancing over his shoulder Kuwabara shivered as he found those soulless pupils placed right on him. Kuwabara did not like the odd way the machine would stare at him; it just encouraged his goal to stay away from the creepy machine. To make matters worse Shizuru was forcing him to take Yusuke home with him and start referring to it as him and he rather then it and thing, as if it was a person.
"Ridiculous," he muttered, carefully folding a yellow t-shirt and placing it inside the green duffel bag.
Perched on top of the bed Yusuke observed the carrot top busily clean and prepare to head home the next morning. He had yet to speak one word to him since giving his name and for a reason the machine could not place he found it more irritating then Kuwabara's scratchy voice.
After watching him straighten up the room for almost an hour, Yusuke found he couldn't take it anymore. "Yo Kazuma, I was wonderin'…"
"You don't have the privilege to call me that," Kuwabara muttered from the other side of the room, glancing through some papers he found in a drawer. Teeth clenching slightly the machine pushed more.
"Why the hell not? It's your name isn't it?"
"I don't want you calling me that. Call me Kuwabara," was the only reply and then silence once more. Giving an exasperated sigh Yusuke threw his arms up into the air as if in defeat.
"Fine," he spat out. "Kuwabara, I was wondering why your parents didn't show up? They too ashamed they had something as ugly as you for a son?" When Kuwabara didn't respond this only encouraged Yusuke's prodding. "They probably are huh? They're probably laughing it up somewhere where they don't have to see your ugly mug!" Kuwabara slowly rotated his body and pinned the Persocom with a glare that could melt glass.
"My parents are dead, you fucking ass," he hissed before quickly retreating from the room, leaving a stunned Yusuke sitting on top of his matress.
The redhead didn't return to the small room for the rest of the day, apparently wandering somewhere in the large backyard of the house. Eventually about midnight he slipped into the room and climbed into bed, ignoring the Persocom seated in an empty corner as he curled up in the warm embrace of his blankets and quickly fell asleep.
Rather then going into sleep mode like he normally did at night, Yusuke observed the human from his spot on the floor. He was barely able to see Kuwabara under the heavy comforter but he had already seen the pained expression he wore when he had walked into the room. A look he had caused. The redhead had tried to hide it, but his misty blue eyes told his story.
Yusuke did not like that look in the normally bright blue eyes that flickered with a strange intensity whenever Kuwabara became angry. He didn't understand why he cared so much about the lump. Why did it matter if he was happy or not?
In the morning Shizuru came in with the clothes she had bought the previous day for Yusuke and forced her baby brother to help the machine put on the clothes right. The outfit consisted of a vibrant green tank top, tight fitting black jeans, and a new pair of white sneakers. Still most unpleased about taking the android home with him, Kuwabara's goodbye to his sister was a glare which she completely ignored and went about her own business.
The walk from the estate to the city was uneventful, Kuwabara and Yusuke not even glancing at each other the entire trip. The silence was actually very uncomfortable but neither one was eager to drum up a conversation. Once they entered the city, Kuwabara kept a closer eye on the Persocom to make sure he wouldn't cause trouble when his back was turned. Yusuke seemed to be in awe, marveled by the world around him. The city was completely different the country side he had been used to seeing for a week; so many people, so many places to go and things to see.
Along the way Yusuke had picked over twenty fights, nearly cause five car accidents, and managed frighten about three elderly people. Kuwabara practically carried the rowdy Persocom to his house and tossed him inside, Yusuke landing with a loud bang on the floor. Slamming the door shut behind him, blue eyes glared angrily at the machine sprawled out on the carpet. Sitting up the robot grumbled darkly, shifting to sit Indian style on the floor.
"You know you didn't have to throw me."
"I'm surprised I could throw your heavy ass at all." Earth brown eyes watched as the redhead stalked from the front door and into the bathroom.
Staying seated on the floor, Yusuke decided to take a look at his new surroundings. The apartment was small but quaint, the walls painted a soft pale blue and the carpet a teal color. There wasn't too much furniture in the room, just the necessities like a bed, table, dresser, and of course the stove and other things in the small kitchen. There was a medium sized TV in the western corner but Yusuke wasn't sure if it was in working condition or not.
Soon the redhead emerged from the room, his curly hair sopping and plastered to his face. Without even so much as a glance in the Persocom's direction he went to the kitchen area and began fixing himself up some lunch, searching through the cabinets for something good and hopefully not months past its expiration date. Coming across a packet of ramen crammed in a dark corner on top of the fridge, the carrot top wasted no time ripping it open and setting it to cook.
Leaning back against the gray speckled counter and coolly regarded the android glaring up at him from the other side of the tiny room, idly drumming his fingers against the countertop. Yusuke continued to give him a menacing stare when a pink tongue dared out from between his lips. Quirking a brow at the childish gesture Kuwabara chuckled and shook his head, returning his attention to the cooking ramen.
The noodles simmered inside the pot, hot water bubbling up under the slowly softening meal. Sighing out of boredom the Persocom decided to see if he could pry more information out of the redhead, "Why don't you have any pictures of your family around your house?"
"That's none of your business."
"I live here now, therefore it is my business!" Kuwabara growled lowly, turning around quickly and squatting down before the Persocom.
"Listen up," he barked pressing a finger on the tip machine's nose. "You don't live here! You're just an unwanted guest until I figure out how to get rid of you!" Yusuke snarled and tried to bite at the finger, the taller of the two yanking his hand away just in time. The Persocom glared darkly at the human, his fists clenching slightly as he leaned up close to the human's face to scream at him.
"Don't talk about me like I'm some broken toy you can throw away! And keep your nasty ass hands away from me; I don't know where the hell those have been! For all I know you could be beating the meat with 'em!" Kuwabara stared blankly for a moment before a look of realization followed by one of pure disgust appeared on his face as the full meaning of what Yusuke had said dawned on him.
"Ugh!" He gasped quickly raising up to his full height. "That's so gross! I don't d- I can't believe you would even think of that!" Backing away from the large electronic and bumping into the counter Kuwabara immediately tried to distract himself from his own thoughts, leaning over the pot to check on the food. Nodding to himself he turned off the stove and stood there waiting for the noodles to cool off a bit, twitching slightly as his mind replayed Yusuke's accusation.
The following days were difficult to say the least. Kuwabara had taken a week off of work under vacation leave and he was on break in collage. Unfortunately that meant he was stuck with a certain brown eyed android in his apartment. It was as if Yusuke had decided that he would irritate and disobey Kuwabara every chance he had, intent on driving the human mad. And it seemed to be working as Kuwabara was very close to simply throwing the Persocom back into the river he found him in.
The discomfort Kuwabara felt around the Persocom seemed to increase each day as the robot continued to show human emotions. Too human to be a simulation; just what was this thing?
Eventually the Persocom had moved up from just disobeying the human and started bad mouthing him more often and moking him. Finally after Yusuke had broken a special china cup Kuwabara's grandmother had given him, Kuwabara Kazuma snapped.
He roared angrily smashing his fists on the table separating him and the machine, "That's it! I can't take it anymore! I am turning your punk ass off!" Before Yusuke could respond Kuwabara had him pinned to the floor and was lifting up the green tank top and tried to reach for the switch inside the Persocom's belly button.
"Hey!" The Persocom tried to wiggle away from the human and yelped as he felt the finger jab at his stomach. "Get off me, you freaking molester!"
"I ain't no molester! Now just shut up and hold still so I can shut you down!"
"What do you mean by that!"
"I'm gonna flip your off switch and shut you up for good!" Alarm flooded Yusuke's sensors and he grabbed Kuwabara's hand before it could press down on the button.
"Wait," he nearly screamed. "Just….don't do that! Let's work out a deal or something!" Kuwabara's blue eyes narrowed a fraction.
"A deal?" he asked skeptically. Yusuke nodded eagerly in response.
"Yeah! I'll promise to try and clean up my act and you promise not to shut me off!" The carrot top seemed to think on this before removing his hand and getting up, the Persocom sighing with relief once he felt the weight gone.
"Alright fine; I'll give you one week to prove that you're gonna change. Cause if not I have no problem flipping the switch and throwing you back into that river." The black haired Persocom grudgingly agreed and Kuwabara smiled a little before starting to clean up the broken mess of glass. However he could not shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen very soon.
"Don't you dare answer that phone!" Kuwabara quickly snatched the phone from the Persocom, Yusuke snarling a bit before going back to reading the manga Kuwabara had bought to keep him busy. Glancing at the caller ID Kuwabara broke into a huge grin and answered it, "Hey there, Kurama!"
Words could not describe how overjoyed Kuwabara was at hearing from his friend again. Kurama was Kuwabara's childhood friend, his only friend. He had beautiful green eyes and long pure red hair that was as smooth. A little shorter then Kuwabara, he was incredibly intelligent and very feminine too.
He was often mistaken as woman and found it unbearably irritating. Despite this Kuwabara could not help but envy his friend for his good looks, often being called ugly and homely himself. Girls seemed to fawn over Kurama yet gave Kuwabara dirty looks as if he was plotting to molest them. Kurama, however, would constantly refuse their offers for dates, making everyone wonder if he was even straight or if he just didn't want a girlfriend at the time.
"Kuwabara-kun, it's been a while. I tried calling a week back but you weren't home."
"Oh yeah, I was at my grandparents house for a family get together thing."
"Hey Kuwabaka," Kuwabara groaned at the insult before putting his hand over the receiver and glancing over his shoulder at Yusuke with annoyance.
"What do you want, Yusuke?"
"Think you can get me more of these things?" Yusuke waved a copy of One Piece in front of himself to clarify what he meant. Frowning at the book the carrot top nodded.
"Whatever. But from now on don't interrupt me when I'm on the phone!" Returning his attention to the phone he realized his friend had been calling his name with concern. "Sorry Kurama got distracted."
"Kuwabara...is there someone at your house?" The tall male bit his bottom lip, unsure how to answer.
"Um…I wouldn't really say someone…more like something. It's a Persocom." There was silence on the other end. A few second rolled by and Kuwabara began to think perhaps he was disconnected when he heard the green eyed male's voice again.
"You bought a Persocom finally? And I thought all that time my efforts were a waste." Kuwabara frowned at the memory that was triggered aftwards. For about a year Kurama had attempted to persuade the carrot top into buying one of the expensive robots; Kuwabara resisting every push and prod. Kurama stressed that he was simply worried about Kuwabara being alone most of the time and believed a Persocom was just what his friend needed around his apartment to keep him company.
"I didn't buy him," Kuwabara whispered lowly so the eavesdropping android couldn't hear. "I found him in a river on the way to my grandparents' house. But I think something is really wrong with it!"
"Do you want me to come over and take a look at it?" His voice hinted his interest in the Persocom his taller friend had acquired. Kuwabara grinned as he knew it meant his friend was interested and couldn't resist checking out the strange new computer now.
"Yes! I really wanna get this thing checked out before it starts doing more then verbally abusing me!" He noticed the Persocom glance up at him after he said this, watching him suspiciously for several minutes before becoming absorbed in the pirate story one again.
"Verbally abusing…? Alright, I'll be over in half an hour. However, I'm going to have to bring Hiei along." Flinching slightly at the name, Kuwabara nearly shouted 'don't bring em!' but caught himself. This was not the time to worry about that, he needed to focus on the task at hand.
"I don't care, just please hurry and get here!" After a few goodbyes the phone conversation ended and Kuwabara was left to wait for the arrival of the intellectual redhead.
To be continued...
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