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Let me be with you	By : PixieDust291 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Let me be with you
Chapter two

By Pixiedust291

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                “Holly Ra!” Yami yelled as he dropped the blond persocom onto his bed. “This thing weighs a ton. I expected him to be a little heavier then a human but, god.” He sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his throbbing arms. He sighed, and picked up one the many magazines covering his floor. “Okay, let’s see, I think that ad about the new persocoms is on page… seventy-six, was it?” He flipped from ad to ad, and stopped on a page with a picture of a Lolita with metal ears on it. “Here it is. They’re called Millennium models.”

                The new model of persocom this year is the Millennium Lover model, from the Kaiba Corporation. Rated highest in efficiency, this model of persocom has received the Industrial Illusions Software Company’s First-Rate Computer Award. This persocom comes highly customizable, with hi-def and data back-up options, your choice of fully expandable or space-saving programs and exterior looks, as well as personality options made to your request. This model acts as an office notebook, a home computing system, and a personal companion. Each persocom comes branded with its owner’s special ordered symbol on the inside of their wrists. This is to prevent theft and reprogramming. Unlike ordinary persocoms, Millennium persocoms will have a newly adapted feature simply referred to as, loyalty, meaning that if the owner chooses to use their persocom as a companion that after the initial imprinting of the owner’s preferences and anatomy, the persocom will then be unable to accept any new owner sexually. This new program does raise concerns, however, Seto Kaiba of Kaiba Corp. assures everyone that if circumstances arose that the persocoms would just have to be reprogramed and have their initial data wiped. Maximillion Pegasus, owner Industrial Illusions, says that this new model may revolutionize the persocom industry.

                Yami gazed at the magazine. He was pretty sure it was the same model. The tattoo on the persocom’s wrist was unusual. All persocoms to date always had the logo of the company that made them on their inner wrist. Besides that though, this model was the only one currently available from any company that didn’t come with metal ears.

Yami closed the magazine, and looked at the boy again. Why, if the persocom was such a new model, would anyone throw it in the trash? Why would anyone go through all that trouble of having a persocom bought, ordered, and delivered, only to then chuck it in the trash? Was it stolen? He ran a hand through the boy’s hair and down his cheek. The hair felt so real, and despite its spiky appearance, it was rather soft. His skin, though cold, had that soft glow of youth to it. He was co cute, like a sleeping kitten. Why would anyone throw away this face? Yami shook his head. What was he doing? He calmed himself, and started looking up and down the persocom’s body. He remembered the old models had to be turned on with a switch. But, he didn’t see anything anywhere on this one. After many failed attempts, Yami gave up and flopped down on the floor. He wrung his hands through his magenta-tipped black locks. He couldn’t find the switch anywhere. Was the damn thing inside the body or something? Passworded maybe..? A loud knock sounded through his apartment. He stood up and walked to the door, opening it the littlest bit.

                “Who is it?” he asked.

                “Oh, that’s nice,” came a sarcastic reply. “It’s only your best friend.”

                Yami smiled, and opened the door, grinning at his visitor. “Jonouchi-kun! I didn’t know you were coming.” Yami then noticed the little mobile persocom unit on his friend’s shoulder. “Jonouchi, did you?-”

                “Yeah, like her? I just got her today. Birthday present from my sister... I have decided to name her after the card she was supposed to be made to look like. Dark Magician Girl, meet my pal Yami.” Jonouchi chuckled.

                The little persocom had long blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and was dressed in what looked to be a blue and pink, skimpy, female magician costume. “Hello, please pardon the intrusion,” Dark Magician Girl smiled politely.

                Yami beamed. “Oh wow! She’s so cute! But Jonouchi, don’t you think you could give her a better name than that? You have no imagination.” A fist then bonked Yami lightly on the head.

                “Hey, it’s my persocom. I’ll call her what I want.”

                “Alright,” Yami laughed, and invited them inside. “Want anything to drink?’

“Nah, we’re good.”

“To tell you the truth I’m glad you’re here, Jonouchi.”

                “Why? You need to do an all-night cram study session again?”

                “No. Truth is… Come with me,” Yami blushed, and led his friend to his room. Jonouchi looked surprised when he saw what was on Yami’s bed. His eyes darted back and forth between the boy and his friend. Then, the blonde turned to Yami and raised a brow. “So, you do swing that way?”

                Yami’s face turned the color of crimson. “What are you talking about?! It’s not what you’re thinking! He’s a Millennium model persocom!” he protested.

                Jonouchi held up his hands. “Chill, I was kidding.” Yami glared at him. “So, how did you come into possession of one of the most expensive models on the market?”

                Yami sighed, and leaned up against the wall. “I just found him in the trash. I think he’s defective, because I can’t find the ‘on’ switch.”

                Jonouchi leaned over the boy, and lifted the sheets. “I think a better question is, why does he look like you?” He then looked over his shoulder to Yami. “Why is he wearing your briefs?”

                Yami rolled his eyes “He wasn’t wearing any clothes when I found him. And it seemed wrong to have someone so young looking in my bed naked. So for my own conscience, I put some underwear on him.”

                Jonouchi laughed. “He’s a persocom, Yami. They don’t have an age. Even the youngest Lolita is legal as long as it’s a machine.”

                “Shut up!”

                “Anyway, you’re not going to find any ‘on’ switch on this model.” Jonouchi pushed a lock of hair out of its face.

                “I knew it. It is defective,” Yami groaned, and let his head bang against the wall. He always had the most horrible luck.

                “No, the models nowadays aren’t turned on with a switch, but with a kiss.” Jonouchi rose to his full height once more.

                Yami gazed at his longtime friend in confusion. “What?”

                “A kiss… You know, K.I.S.S. Smooch smooch,” Jonouchi teased with a smirk.

“Yes, you want him. Look at him, you know you do. It’s possible he wants you, too. There is one way to ask him. It doesn’t take a word. Not a single word. Go on and kiss the boy!” sang the Dark Magician Girl, waving a baton looking instrument joyfully.

                Yami was flabbergasted. “W-Why a… kiss?!”

                Jonouchi shrugged. “I don’t know. Persocoms can do as many functions as their programming allows. One of the usual programs installed is-”

                “I know! You don’t have to say it!” Yami covered Jonouchi’s mouth.

                “Geez, you’re uptight about all this. You’re in college, man. Get your mind in the gutter once in a while.”

                Yami shot another glare at his friend, before looking at the boy on his bed again. Did he really have to kiss him? His heart was pounding. Well, it was just a persocom… And if the kiss didn’t work, then there was no harm done, right? He blushed. It wasn’t so much the kiss itself as it was the boy’s age appearance. Yami still couldn’t get passed the feeling that it was wrong. He shook himself. It was not like him to be cowardly or oscillate. “Fine…”

                “Okay, so-”

                “But I wont do it with you in the room,” Yami told him.

                Jonouchi raised an eyebrow. “Bashful?” Upon Yami’s deathly serious scowl, he left, laughing as he closed the door.

                Yami sighed in relief, and walked over to the bed. He gazed down at the boy, and gulped. His heart was still pounding with nervousness. He took a deep breath, placed both hands on either side of the boys head, and then slowly leaned down. The persocom’s lips were soft and supple. Yami’s body seemed to shiver on contact with them. He kept his eyes closed, until his ears started ringing with what sounded like computing noises. His crimson eyes flashed open in time to see the boy rise to his knees, the sheet swirling around him, his spikes frizzing a bit as his body seemed to come alive. The blankets swirled around him before they fell to the floor. The computing noises died, and Yami sat there, gazing at the boy in awe. The persocom, now on his hands and knees, raised his head. His eyes fluttered open. He looked around the room, before seeing Yami. Their gazes met. Yami had never seen such eyes before in his life. They were round, expressive, and the most breathtaking shade of amethyst. Long dark lashes accented the eyes perfectly. The boy’s hair fell down just slightly in an adorable manner, and his face was the picture of angelic boyishness.

“H-hello,” Yami smiled as best he could. The boy did not answer; he merely stared at him. Yami scratched the back of his head. Why did he feel cautious, as if he were in the room with a wild animal? It made no sense. One of the programs all persocoms had was they could not hurt humans. Well… not unless the human wanted it. Yami was taken out of his thoughts before he could answer that question. The boy had crawled toward him on all fours, and now he was nearly in Yami’s lap. The youth leaned in and looked at Yami curiously, as if he were a scientist looking at a test tube. Yami could feel his cheeks heating up, but he couldn’t take his eyes from those sparkling, gem-like, spheres. He wanted to speak, but his mouth wouldn’t obey any command. Then, all of the sudden, the boy smiled and embraced him. His laughter was innocent and pure.
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