Android Romance (1/?)
Title: Android Romance (1/?)
Pairing: KyuMin
Summary: Can an android, an artificial human, be able to love?
Rating: PG13 - 15
An old man lay on his death bed, breathing his last breath as he holds the hand of his most valued possession. Eyes, although wary, were full of wise ancient knowledge; dark and deep, they looked like they held a hidden secret behind them. He wheezes a long dry cough, a trace of blood slipping past his lips. He wipes it without a thought and tilts his head to the side.
"My boy," he hoarsely whispers, hand clutching tightly against the smooth skin of the boy next to him.
"Yes Professor?" the boy speaks, the flawless voice echoing through the dimly lit room. The candle sitting next to the bed flickers slightly, the shadows casted against the pale skin creating an eerie beauty to him.
"I have not gotten much time left," the old man murmurs, desperately gripping onto the boys hand; much to the younger ones acknowledgement.
"Your heart rate has decreased by 5% Professor," the boy comments. If listened carefully, one could notice the faint monotonous tone to his speech, or how his movements were too stiff.
"Yes," the old man says, closing his eyes, "Yes, I can feel it enveloping me... this coldness." he reopens his eyes and stares fiercely into the young boy. "I have left a will enclosing this house and the fortune that is left in your name. I keep it in my study room, under the Book of Alchemy V, look for it first thing tomorrow morn." His eyes soften as he uses all his strength to reach and gently stroke the boys hair; smooth and silky to the touch. "You are wise beyond anyone here, you will know what to do with the fortunes. Learn to be human, my boy, learn the ways of life and find your happiness..." He takes a shuddering breath and gulps back a fit of deathly coughs. "Learn... and live to find your own happiness, my Vincent, a last wish for this dying old man.."
One..
Two...
Three more breaths of life until the hand goes limp and the man is drifted away; swallowed by the light.
The sun rises, light streaming through the heavy velvet drapes of the bedroom. The young boy, eyes void of emotion, gets up from his seat next to the bed; have been seated there since his master passed hours ago. He does not forget to cover the peaceful face of his master, but does not say a single word of prayer or grievance.
He silently walks into the study room, his footfalls heavy and echoing through the vast Victorian mansion. He doesn't take long to find the book he needs; he flips to the middle of the page, where a creamy envelope with the elegant strokes of his master can be found.
Later that day, he gathers every worker that has worked for the Professor and relays the passing of the honoured man. Everyone sheds a tear, except for the young boy as he watches with his usual expression of emptiness.
He dismisses everyone, and tells them that they will need to find a new employer in the next week as he is selling this mansion and its possessions...
And travelling towards the East.
The boy was slim in structure; shoulders broad enough to be a man's, but can be mistaken for a women at a glance. A slender waist, narrow hips and lean legs. He had delicate hands, fingers made to use instruments of various kinds with care. His skin was milky, almost pearl, as it was flawless from head to toe. He was perfect; a walking, well proportioned sculpture.
Of course, he is like this because he was created like this.
"A new neighbour?" Kyuhyun murmurs under his breath, cheeks flushed from a morning run. The sun was just rising, streaks of red and orange painting across the gray skies. He curiously cranes his neck around the moving van blocking the front gates from view, walking slowly towards his own home. Just as he reaches his front gates, a small figure emerges from the back of the moving van, carrying a hefty load in its small arms. Immediately, Kyuhyun rushes towards the figure and takes a load into his own arms. Huffing at the sheer weight of the box, how could such a small figure carry this?
"Do you need any help?" Kyuhyun asks, being the good natured person he is.
"Thank you, but you do not have to trouble yourself for my sake." a quiet whisper answers him. A small shudder runs down his spine as the hairs on his neck and arm rise.
He peers his head around to lock eyes with the smaller male before him; dark, cold, depthless eyes greet his widening brown ones. "No problem... none at all." he whispers, throat closing up on him. 'Such emotionless eyes...' he thinks, shaking away the lingering uneasiness.
"If you insist, please drop everything off on the porch." the male says, turning swiftly around and walking through the front gates.
Kyuhyun stares at the small frame; the delicate looking limbs, softly flowing hair, the creamy skin... He loses his thoughts as he marvels at how perfect the male looked. Gulping, he follows the man.
"I'm Cho Kyuhyun, I live next door." he smiles, introducing himself, he somewhat regrets saying anything.
The smaller male turn on his heels and stares boldly into his eyes, unabashed. "I am," he pauses, tilting his head to the side slightly, as if he is thinking about his own name, "Lee Sungmin, age twenty-four."
Kyuhyun's heart suddenly leaps to his throat as he maintains eye contact with this strange man. "I'm twenty-two, nice to meet you." he says, adding the last part for courtesy sake. He also swore that this man looked too young to be no older then nineteen.
"As am I also pleased to make your acquaintance." Sungmin answers, bowing a perfect 45o.
'His speech and movements are so... stiff,' Kyuhyun notes, frowning slightly. "Well, I hope to see you around. I must go now... need to make breakfast." he mutters, forcing a smile and taking slow steps backwards. "Welcome to the neighborhood." He adds before jogging away and towards his own house, not lingering to hear an answer.
'What a strange man,' he thinks, shaking his head. A flash of the black, void eyes fill his mind. He shivers and frowns in discomfort. "Something's off about him..."
Weeks past, and soon, a month is closing in. Kyuhyun goes through with his daily routines; morning jogs, school, work, and then back home. But something always tugs at the back of his mind each morning and night.
He hasn't seen, or heard, Sungmin since their first encounter. Not even his three roommates have seen him, much more then know that someone has moved in next door.
'He must like to keep a low profile,' he thinks one day, towel drying his wet hair as he moves to his bedroom window to see the closed and covered windows of the house next door. He pauses and tilts his head to the side, 'what if he got injured? like an accident of falling down the stairs? It didn't seem like he moved in with anyone else either...' images of a body laying splayed on the floor, on the verge of death, paints across his mind.
"Don't let your imagination get to you Kyuhyun, it's just a what if," he mutters, shaking his head as he resumes drying his hair.
He turns away from the window but pauses the drying again. Those compelling eyes of the man, empty and black as they were, were eerily attractive. And the harsh contrast of the eyes to his smooth skin, and the soft voice and way of his speech were also alluring.
"We have some goodies left over from last night..." he murmurs, "maybe he likes sweets?"
"Anyone home?" Kyuhyun shouts, ringing the doorbell and knocking on door. He scratches the back of his neck and peeks through the small crystallized glass window next to the door. He reaches for the doorknob and surprises himself that the door is unlocked.
He clears his throat. "I'm letting myself in!"
The house was dark and cold; curtains drawn as the musky smell of dust fills the old house. Kyuhyun carefully maneuvers around the cluster of boxes scattered in the living room, kitchen and by the front door. 'He hasn't even unpacked these yet? It's been practically a month!' Kyuhyun thinks, tsking at the laziness of the boy. 'What if he really did injure himself...?' a dreadful weight sinks in his stomach as he imagines the worst; a sense of panic rising in him.
Kyuhyun makes it as far as the kitchen before the unthinkable happens.
"Sungmin?" he mutters, noticing a pale hand surrounded by boxes in the hallway from the kitchen to the living room. Just as he reaches the limp hand, and crouches, something grabs his shoulder with a painful grip. His heart thuds with surprise as a sheen of sweat forms on the back of his neck. "Sungmin..?" He breathes, turning slowly around.
The first thing he sees is an eye. An eye. No plural. Where there should have been two of the emotionless onyx eyes belonging to the pale man, only one could be found, as the other was just an empty socket. What he sees next is that Sungmin had an arm attached to his slim body, which was gripping his shoulder with surprising strength.
Slowly, he looks from the hand on his shoulder, to the empty socket of the man's eye, and then to the lone arm lying just behind him.
His plate of assorted cookies flies through the air as he hits the floor with a dull thud; not even managing a scream.
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A/N: Yes, I am making a comeback (^o^)/" This did start as an oneshot, but it evolved into something much longer haha ^^ I'm not sure how long this will get, but I'll upload the first two parts to it for now.
What my plans are...
-Ch.2 for Chosen & Betrayed
-Ch.9 for I'm in love with you
-Ch.2 for Onyx Papilion
I've also started on the KangTeuk part to my Shadow Call Series. (For those that don't know this ancient fic, here--> Shadows Call Summary)
I am incredibly lazy, procrastinate alot, and do what I please when I feel like it. But I'm determined to finish those listed above before starting anything else. Really. ''''(￣▽￣)ノ Hwaiting!