2Even standing still, the dust in the warehouse fell to gingerly meet his golden synthetic hair. His hands cradled the memory chip, still as a statue while he stared vacantly down to it. Tears did not come. Only a hollow smile against his lips. He had entered the warehouse hours ago in search for the obsolete material; the warehouse was the storage location for such devices. The rest of the persocom had been deleted. Or rather, destroyed. All that was left was the memory chip that had once been lodged inside the persocom's head. The head of his dear, dear friend.
He was now dead.
The blonde standing in the middle of the empty storage house was almost lifeless, unmoving for at least an hour as he held the piece of hardware. Whenever he tried to compute what mode of motion he should do next, his processors remained blank. In his mind, a single cursor kept blinking, awaiting his ones and zeros. Nothing came. Nothing except his own memory drives bringing forth all those artificial sights and feelings he had experienced with the persocom whose chip he held so delicately. Finally, reviewing those memories of his own, he decided what to do, despite it not making much sense to an artificial mind.
"Ano ne." He said, his chipper voice ringing in the corridor. He corrected himself, knowing Japanese would be lost on the persocom now. So he spoke his own language (that for which shall be translated now).
"You know," He started over. "It's going to be really hard to make fun of you now."
A whistle through the cracks in the wall answered him. The blonde sighed. It was a shaky, wet sigh that to humans would be accompanied by tears. For him, it was simply a shaky, wet sigh. Even as a human, he would not have cried.
"I mean, I could call you Kuro-chip, but for some reason, that just makes my internal drives stress that much harder." He said, looking to the ceiling. "Didn't someone tell us that's the same thing as a human's heart hurting? My chest cavity feels so tight. Like a sponge soaking up all the dirty dishwater. Only there's no hand to squeeze the water back out."
He looked back down to the little piece, and his vision blurred. Nothing could make him take his hands away from the memory chip, so he simply looked at the hardware through tears. Tears, something his owner had finally upgraded into his state-of-the-art body frame. Tears, the last thing to make him the greatest fake human ever. Even his ears could change to mimic a human's. And lastly, it was his tears that made him pass for one. He promised himself he wouldn't need to use them, since they were mostly for teasing the one who was now passed, but for some inexplicable reason they wouldn't stop coming.
"Kuro-sama, what do I do now?" He said, his vocal processors straining to get the words out. "I can't stand this feeling. Should I just have Sakura-chan erase it? The memories are so painful to revisit. Or should I have Syaoran-kun try to fix you again? He could fix you I know, but… what you said to me last…"
His eyes fell to the ground, staring at the fallen saline water. "Kuro-san, your last words… how can you make me accept that you wanted this…? How could anyone be okay with death?"
His hands finally closed around the chip, like a morning glory flower closing in the evening dusk. He brought his hands to his chest, holding the chip the close. His eyes closed, and he could feel more saline escaping his artificial tear ducts to run down his synthetic cheeks, to land on his clasped knuckles. He stood there for a long time, perhaps another hour, before he finally felt his internal processor computing a resolve that he hadn't felt before. A new emotion that he had yet to unlock within his CPU, he now felt overwhelming amounts of.
"Kuro-chi, you will come back. Your memory chip is all I need to bring you back, and I have it now. Your body, your wounds, your accident. None of it matters now, because this in my hands is all I need to have you back." He closed his eyes and smiled down to his hands.
"Just you wait; you'll be noogeying me in no time."
So here I crawl from the depths of hell to bring you the fan fiction I had been contemplating for YEARSSSSSS. Now that I feel my writing is a little more sophisticated and I have a better spell check, I shall attempt writing it. Due to my poor computer lingo, please be reminded I am an artist and a writer, not a computer technician. I know some things, but I am no genius. Lol
In any case, thank you for writing! I have fan art of these two on dA, so please check me out there too! My username there is mirika-rin, so come find me! Yoroshiku ne~