Falconcrest0506

Chapter 8: You'll Understand, Won't You?


I woke up. I was at the infirmary again. Yoshiko, Hisagi and Mimori were here.

"Kagamine.." Yoshiko sighed.

I stared at them blankly.

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"What the f**king hell did you do to those computers?!" he exploded. His face was red and I thought I could see steam floating above his head. "Because of your excellent feat, we have to pay at least 200,000 yen, damnit! That's dad's salary for three months!"

I stared blankly. I remembered what I did. The electric signals..

Yoshiko was about to give me a beating when Hisagi held him off and dragged him outside.

"Sorry, this guy needs a little rest." Hisagi said. "I'll turn him over when he's calmed down."

Mimori and I were left alone.


"Kagamine-kun, what did you do?" she asked calmly.

I didn't look at her. She wouldn't believe me even if I told her.

"I didn't do anything wrong. That's all." I replied nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact.

She didn't say anything for a while.

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"It's okay, Kagamine-kun." she smiled weakly, "Were you angry?"

I cringed at her question. Robots don't feel emotion. Robots don't feel happy, sad, angry, guilty.. But I was feeling guilty. Right after I knew that Yoshiko's family would be involved.

I sighed deeply.

"Yes, I was angry."

She left a few minutes of silence before asking again.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Silence.

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"What did you do?"

This time, I didn't answer. She'd think I'm some kind of weirdo or liar if I said that I emit strong electromagnetic signals whenever I'm angry. And it was my first time to get angry. Ever.

"Nothing."

"You can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"I can't trust you."

Funny. I can feel doubt, too.

"Who said you couldn't?"

"You'd think that I'm some sort of psychotic being."

"No, I wouldn't.." she said, "Well, if it was too extreme.."

"See."

"But I promise, you can tell me anything."

"Not now."

"Aww, c'mon."

"You're stubborn."

"I know. I get that a lot from Ryuga-nii."

"Tch."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"Why are you so interested?"

"I don't know."

"Bitch please."

Her face suddenly grew a little pale.

"I've lost a little respect for you." she whispered.

What..? I didn't get it.

"Why?"

"I thought you don't cuss."

"Sorry for the obscene language."

"What has been heard cannot be unheard."

I wanted to cuss again but I stopped myself. W-wait.. Robots can cuss..?!

"I'm sorry." I muttered.

"Nah. I don't really like people who cuss."

"Then I guess you must hate Yoshiko a lot."

She chuckled.

"Well, I'm not all that attached to Suzuki-senpai.."

"How about Hisagi-senpai, does he cuss?" I cut in.

"When I'm not around." she frowned, "But sometimes, I hear him cuss even when I'm around."

"Yeah, he does." I said, rolling my eyes.

She laughed. Little by little, I could feel my mouth curving. A smile.

"Alright, tell me what did you really do." she said.

"Nothing really escapes you."

"Of course. Now.."

"No."

"Aw, c'mon."

"No."

"You're conscience won't be at ease."

"Bitch please."

I covered my mouth. I said it again.

"Please stop saying that. Don't you have a mother..?"

"No."

"What?"

Then, I thought about my creator. My dearest creator.

"Yes, I have a..m-mother." I stuttered. The word 'mother' didn't really roll off my tongue well.

"Good. Now, I expect you won't say that word again."

"Yes, mother."

She looked at me sarcastically.

"Alright tell me."

I rolled my eyes. Maybe she was right. I won't feel really good if I don't tell anyone.

"Promise you won't tell."

"Yeah."

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise." she smiled, holding up her little finger. I suddenly noticed that her hand..

Her hand wasn't proportion to her body. It was..

Miniscule.

"Your hand's tiny."

"I get that a lot."

"Why?"

"Hey, don't change the topic!" she laughed. "I promise I won't tell."

"Alright, alright. You really are a sharp one, aren't you."

She smiled widely.

"If this reaches anyone, even Hisagi-senpai or Yoshiko, I swear that I'll carry you and I'll throw you off the school rooftop."

Her face paled. Maybe she believed me too much.

"I'm serious."

Silence.

"What's wrong..?"

Tears were slowly forming in the corner of her eyes. She brushed them away quickly.

"Hey.." I said.

"Nothing.." she said.

Nothing.. But her breathing wasn't even and she was obviously crying. I did a check on her and saw that I hit her sensitive spot. I reminded her of her dead brother. Uh-oh. I haven't got any trick on my sleeve and I was pretty inexperienced on dealing with these situations.

I sighed. My last resort.

"I emit electromagnetic signals when I'm angry."

She stopped crying and turned to me.

"Huh?"

"That's all. I emit electromagnetic signals whenever I'm angry. Those computers exploded because of the strong radiation."

"Are you serious?"

"See, I knew that you wouldn't believe me."

She stood silent for a moment.

"No dynamite?"

"Do I look like someone who brings deadly weapons to school?"

Silence.

"I believe you." she smiled, "There's an anime with that theme too. The girl emits electric waves and.."

"Yeah, give me the name. I'll look it up."

She smiled and giggled. Cute, I thought. I did a check on her and I saw that she half believed me. I sighed. I didn't really expect anyone to believe me. But a mere 50 percent was more than enough for me.


There was silence at the dinner table.

"200,000 yen.." Mariko-san choked. Kiyoshi-san wasn't any different. Though he had an emotionless face, he was obviously stressed out.

"I can pay it myself." I said. "I don't even need to pay it, I can just repair it.."

"Look, those computers exploded." Yoshiko huffed, "There are probably burnt and unusable components."

"I can buy some components." I reasoned. Or rather, I can just make some.

"You don't even have a job, Kagamine..!" Yoshiko almost yelled. "Do you think my parents will be able to provide?! I'm not keen on applying for a part time job just to help.."

"Yoshiko." Kiyoshi-san reprimanded.

"Please don't side with him, dad." Yoshiko snapped back.

"It's okay, Yoshiko. I can pay."

"No dad!" Yoshiko exploded. "It's his fault for venting his anger on the computers!"

I stood up and left the dinner table. Never mind. Everything's all so annoying. I'm being a burden to these guys. I guess I could apply for two part time jobs. I'll just plead for some time from the admin. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

A new file was there. A voice recording, as usual.

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"Robots don't feel emotions." I said emotionlessly. Or in an attempt to feel emotionless.

"Yes." my creator replied silently.

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"Except for you." she added.

"Huh?"

"You have the capacity to feel emotions." she explained. "Robots under the Falcon Crest series are programmed to have the capacity of feeling emotions."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know. But not only that, you can also dream."

"Dream?"

"Yes. Rapid-eye movement. It means you can imagine all sorts of stuff in sleep mode."

"How?"

"It's a natural reflex. You'll experience it some time. After your processors have matured."

"Interesting."

"Yes. And human."

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Human..