I don't own Chobits or persocoms but I wish I did. I also don't own any of the characters associated with Mercededs Lackey, so don't hurt meh! TT

Chapter 2

Lark stood staring at the 'com that the clerk had just brought out of the back room. It looked just like its description said, but its face was set in a very human look of utter despair mingled with a hint of shock. Raven, chatting amiably with Lute came up behind her. "So what if you have lots of energy; so do batteries, and you don't see me using them to write… Lark? Are you ok?" He looked concernedly down at the girl, who seemed to be caught in her own little world.

"Huh? Yeah… it's just… the persocom looks really… human." Lark cocked her head to the side. "Does he always look like that?" she muttered to herself.

"This is apparently a custom-built persocom. According to the person who gave it to us, its previous owner was also it's creator," the clerk said before stepping back to allow Lark and Raven a good look at the persocom. It was immediately obvious that it was male. His white hair somehow completely hid its 'ears' despite being several different lengths ranging from les than an inch to more than a foot.

"Why is his hair chopped up like that?" asked Lark.

"The hair was badly charred when we received it and there were patches of skin as well that had to be replaced. Nothing really noticeable besides the hair." Replied the clerk, reaching up to point out various areas of skin with no discernable difference with the rest of the skin. It did have a dusky look to it, almost as if his maker had wanted to portray the look of an American Indian. He was seated and clad in generic white shirt and blue shorts like the rest with his hands folded in his lap. "Shall I turn him on?" queried the clerk, turning to Lark.

"Oh, please do" replied an impatient Lark. "Raven! I just can't wait to see what he's like!" she twirled before settling down and watched the clerk flick a switch located somewhere in the persocom's hair.

…

A humming arose from the persocom and it slowly opened its eyes. White cloud streaks flew across sapphire skies as his data was uploaded. "Where is he? He is gone… he has left me! Doctor, no!" he bowed his head again, eyes still flashing. "…I am sorry, he does that every time you load anything into him, but other than that he is perfectly normal," apologized the clerk, before walking to the register.

"Um… ok." Lark turned her confused grin back to the persocom. "What is your name? It wasn't in the file." She asked him.

"You have not given me one, Sempai," he replied, looking confusedly down at her. He turned to Raven and Lute. "Koni chi wa, to who am I speaking?"

"I'm Raven and--"

"I'm Lute! Pleased to meet you!" cried Lute, interrupting Raven's introduction as she poked her head out of Raven's shirt pocket. "Raven is my master, and I am his Lute and Lark is your master and you are her… well, you don't have a name, so you are her Lute! Only not Lute, 'cause that's me. Wow!" she rambled on, silver eyes wide. "His hair sure is messy! Initializing hair grooming program!" she jumped out of the pocket, ready to fly across the space separating her and her chore. Raven snagged her just in time.

" Whoa there Lute. He's not bought yet. Maybe later." He chided. " So Lark, what do you think? Something you want to get?"

"Yeah! But first, lemme think of a name… what do you think a good name is, Raven?" mused Lark, mumbling names to herself. "Hmmm… no, that's no good maybe more musical… I know! I'll call him Lyric! What do you think? Like it?" she asked fist Raven then the newly christened Lyric.

"Sure. I like it. You get acquainted with him and I'll go pay, okay?" said Raven, leaving for the register with the clerk.

"Okay, have fun!" acknowledged Lark. She turned back to Lyric. "Well? What do you think of your new name? We could call you Lyr for short."

Lyr turned towards her. "Thank you for the name sempai. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy too. How may I be of service?" he bowed and smiled up at her. Lark was immediately lost in an endless ocean of light, caught up in a swirling pool of blue that went on and on, never seeming to touch bottom.

"Oh my…" she whispered belatedly. "That was odd."