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"At the end of the journey, at last, with all the strength I'd gained, I went forth believing in myself, my heart unwavering and strong." "I erased the past I'd hoped to forget, and in running, I moved ahead I was afraid of losing; I couldn't win against reality." - Last Battle! Android!Mikuo Hatsune indie rp blog. (M!A Status: None) (Currently Single)

[buttermybreadstick]

An apology? Was he hearing right? He squinted at him over thinking he was probably sarcastic but he couldn't detect anything at all.

Weird.

Maybe Mikuo felt bad?

The chimera couldn't tell.

Was he making peace?

Maybe. Hard to say at this point.

"It's alright," he replied rather quickly and quietly. "Didn't bother me anyway," he lied trying to keep pride in tact. He cleared his throat trying to hopefully move on to another topic and forget this ever happened.

"Anyway.. Is that what you do now a days? Besides singing, I mean."

"Teach this kinds if things of models and what not to others?"

[danceuo-blog]

              Ah.

              How nice it was to hear someone actually interested in his line of work for a change.

              "Yes, but I'm more of a dancer."

              "Teaching is definitely a passion of mine, but dancing was what I was made for."

              "To keep my feet still would be a crime!"

              "What about you Ted?  What do you like to do?"

              It was an honest question.  Usually Mikuo never pried into the personal lives of VIPPERLOIDS, due to them lacking in originality.  But perhaps there was more to the red-head's surface than what had first met Mikuo's eyes.

[redhothabaneropepper-deactivated]

    One track мιɴd like a gσℓ∂ ƒιѕн         Stuck inside my ρετરί ɖίȘħ   I can’t ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ & I can’t ˢᵐᶤˡᵉ

                   {danceuo}

—This better be Ѡ۵રƬħ MY ѠħĪĿƐ

❥ Fuck.

  It was cold outside. Well..46 degree wasn’t exactly “cold.” But it was to this wet android.

  His game had been off all night. A guy he was hitting on had dumped a bottle of water over his head and so he just left. Humiliation wasn’t something he was okay with unless he was in the bedroom. There seemed to be a lot of things that he’d only take in the bedroom. What a weirdo.

  Taking off his scarf and jacket, he stopped and threw them over the back of a bench so they could drip-dry a little. Hopefully that would allow him to make the rest of his trip back to his apartment as comfortable as possible. It was a good thing he’d decided to wear a shirt under that jacket tonight!

[danceuo-blog]

    When you cannot be true to your heart and cry                             I will cry for you     When I cannot be true to my heart and smile                             Please smile for me

              The cold night air had almost made him retreat back to the comfort of his facility.  But instead of giving in, Mikuo pulled on a slate grey sweater and set on his Sunday night walk.  A teal umbrella was clasped in his left hand, open and protecting his body from the potential rain that had been forecast that evening.  So far however, there hadn't been a cloud in the sky.  The stars were shimmering over the city lights, and Mikuo had been in absolute awe over the scene.

                                          *drip*...  *drip*...  *drip*...

              His left hand tugged nervously at the red scarf snug around his neck.  The man hadn't been sure on what he had really wanted to do that evening.  A weekend had no use in being wasted.  While many other androids had went off to meet with their friends, Mikuo had been all alone once again.  He was growing tired of this schedule of self pity, and knew that such behavior wasn't healthy for a young man like him.

"Fuck."

              Mikuo had heard that voice before.  It was a sound all too familiar for the teal-haired man to simply ignore and move along.  He turned his head to the left of him, spotting a struggling red-haired man.  His face was turned away from Mikuo, and instead faced towards a pair of clothes laying out to dry on one of the nearby benches.

                                          *drip*...  *drip*...  *drip*...

              For some odd reason, the weird sense of familiarity he felt when looking at the stranger could not cease.  Curiosity had gotten the better of him and had hence decided for Mikuo on its own accord to timidly step forward. 

              "Excuse me," Mikuo called out as he ran across the barren street.

                            "Do you need help - !!!"

              Words failed him after the boy turned to face him.  Mikuo's mouth had fallen open, and his eyes were wide at just how familiar the stranger appeared to him.

                                                                           "Ａｋaｉｔｏ!?"

[danceuo-blog]

ｃｈaｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔeｎｔｉoｎ

[atatakami]

       The halls are the most cluttered when the final bell has rung and students scatter aimlessly from their classrooms, desperate footsteps scampering to their lockers and throwing bags over their shoulder so that they may hurry home to finish coursework and indulge in social activities in what little free time they are blessed with. She does her best to shove between students who aimlessly dash around corners, a shoulder bump and a stomped toe frequent in this mid-afternoon rush.

     There is no real reason she needs to be here other than the fact she wants to be. On occasion she will dabble in the luxury of high school life as soon as the bell has rung and doors have unlocked and halls have emptied so that the only sounds are her quiet humming, the mumbles of students that have stayed after for their club activities, the tapping of her steps against linoleum flooring.

     But on this afternoon in particular a voice from down the hall has caught her ear from afar, smooth and melodic and ringing around the bend in a distant echo. Following curiously with ears and not eyes does she approach a door that has been left open. Should she be correct in who it is that lies beyond an abandoned classroom she will not hesitate to invite herself in.

     A light knock on the door before she passes the entrance, poking her head in. Aha! It is him. A smile jolts onto her lips in excitement. Of all people to run into here, he is the last that she expects.

     ☀ —- “Ah! Mikuosan!” A polite wave to show that she is pleased to see him. "No reason," she answers, now allowing herself to fully enter the classroom that evidently belongs to him, of all people. But isn’t he too young to be teaching? Maybe he is a student teacher, or a teaching assistant. "You teach here?" she asks. Though it is not really a question but rather a reaffirmation touched with astonishment, the tint of disbelief. “I had no idea.” 

[danceuo-blog]

              Mikuo returned the gesture with a light wave to her direction as well.  He delivered a lopsided smile as well before slowly rising from his desk chair with a light sigh.  He hadn't expected anyone human to visit with him over his break, but the boy was well prepared. 

              After opening his mini fridge, the teacher grabbed a soda from the box and tossed the object over to her.

              "Think fast," he chuckled.  As an android, it wasn't like he got hungry anyway. 

              Deciding to make sure that none of his students had left any of their belongings from the previous period, Mikuo stepped away from his desk and scoped about the room.  All while in doing so, the teal-haired man pushed a few stray chairs in to their designated desks. 

              "Yes I do," he replied with a soft nod.

              "Since this academy is nearby the facility, I had asked my professors politely if I could teach the android students here human social skills and literature," Mikuo elaborated.

              Shrugging his shoulders a tad, Mikuo chuckled.  "And so that's why I'm here.  What about you Ms. Hatsune?  Do you attend here?"

[danceuo-blog]

( ooc: Hey guys!  I updated Mikuo's theme, and added a new page to his blog!  Check it out! )

[danceuo-blog]

buttermybreadstick said: "For murder"

                   "..."

[danceuo-blog]

              "Wowie!"

              "What a gorgeous day outside!"

[buttermybreadstick]

"Excuse me ? What about my model height," Ted said getting really offended narrowing his at the the teal haired man.

"I like my model thank you very much and not all of us has the time to keep ourselves in check and updated with current models"

"So ill have to decline your book" he said.

"There's nothing wrong with my ahoge..." He muttered a bit hurt.

[danceuo-blog]

              "Trust me.  If I had it my way, I wouldn't ever get body upgrades."  Unlike Ted, Mikuo hated his own model.  He understood why his creators had decided to give him rotating plates and extendable limbs, but they were quite a pain to deal with. 

              It was no secret to the public eye that Mikuo wasn't able to perform as often as he wanted to due to his professors babying him endlessly.  One small scratch or cut to his soft porcelain skin would lead to an automatic check up.  So thus, Mikuo tended to never leave the facility grounds unless he had to.

              "That's a shame but suit yourself," Mikuo replied before taking the book back from Ted.  After setting it on the end table beside him, the teal-haired man raised a thin brow at the other man.  He hadn't expected Ted to actually react negatively to his words.

              Perhaps he had been acting too harsh...

              "You're right," he sighed.

              "My apologies Ted.  Your ahoge is perfectly fine."

              "I think it suits you.  It makes you stand out in a unique way."

[danceuo-blog]

sｗｅｅｔs & ｂｉｔｔｅｒs

              The facility grounds were desolate in the mornings.  He found such a quiet atmosphere to be very peaceful.  Mikuo Hatsune was a true morning person.  Everyday the young man woke up bright and early to water the flowers out in the garden, or to help out the staff with the morning preparations for the new androids that lived there. 

              He was the oldest of the bunch, and felt that it gave him an obligation to help out the humans with their work.  Mikuo was the honorary big brother in the community anyhow, so not showing any appreciation towards that title by never physically giving back to his peers or never volunteering was out of the question.

              "ＬＵＫＡ," he called out after knocking his fist against her door.

              "I was told to wake you early this morning.  Are you up?"  Deciding to be a tad more persistent, Mikuo gently knocked on her door a few more times before pushing himself to wait patiently for an answer.

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mr. blue, you did it right but soon comes mr. night creeping over, now his hand is on your shoulder never mind i’ll remember you this i’ll remember you this way

[natahime]

⊰ ♡ ❝Oh dear me, I repent for my ways. Oh god above, please bestow forgiveness upon me.❞  Ah; The heavy sarcasm in her words. She didn’t even bother hiding it. Let it get under his skin. Let it hit a nerve.

⊰ ♡ ❝Mm older? How unfortunate for you that I don’t give a damn.❞

[danceuo-blog]

             Well dang.  Admittedly, the expression Kiku wore was a tad off putting.

             It's not like he was scared of her or anything...

            "Just learn your place Kiku," Mikuo spat before turning away with his arms folded.

            Messing with the red-haired girl any further was potentially unwise.

[danceuo-blog]

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( ooc: i'm glad it tastes good! 8'D  i was worried it was undercooked! )

[danceuo-blog]

ｃｈaｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔeｎｔｉoｎ

              "Please remember to read the assigned pages tonight,"  Mikuo called over the sounds of creaking and shifting chairs.  Several V3 androids and V3 fanloids had started to filter out of his classroom before the transition bell had rung.  Instead of getting pissy as usual about the disrespectful display towards his teaching, Mikuo had simply waved a passive hand.

              Taking an eraser from the chalk board, Mikuo wiped the object against it to erase the messily strewn out words he had written during his lecture.  "We will be discussing the book as a whole tomorrow so remember to bring it to class," he muttered to the last departing student.

           After completely removing the chicken scratch, Mikuo fell back into his desk chair.  He let out an uneasy sigh, all the while brushing his teal bangs out of his face.  The man wondered idly if any of his duties would ever get easier.  There was void in giving up, but days like those left him at his worst. 

           Contemplating his feelings, Mikuo fiddled with the red scarf slung around his neck.

              "Each ending fringe is the mark of a different hero," a passed away voice relayed at the back of his brain.

              "Use it well when you're under distress," the voice reminded hopefully. 

           The dead man's replays gave him just a tad more motivation as he smiled fondly at the cloth.

           His minutes of memorabilia were cut short at the sound of approaching footsteps.  Mikuo's head snapped up to lock eyes with Ｍs. Ｈaｔsｕｎｅ, the human idol inspiration to his sister's creation.  And somewhat his own, he thought.

            "Good afternoon Ms. Hatsune," he greeted after a light yawn.

            "What brings you to my classroom?"

[inparusu]

"Ah. Brother dearest. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She doesn’t usually speak this calmly, but then again, he is …family? Yes, that’s right — Hatsune was indeed the name they shared. She’s half inclined to hug him, but playing the role of a dispassionate ice queen will do for now.

[danceuo-blog]

                                                        ＭＩ❤ＫＵ.

                                                        His gears instinctively warmed.

              There were many Hatsunes out there, and they were all very lovely, but the Miku that stood in front of him had been with Mikuo for as long as he could remember.  Her aqua hues were the first pools he had ever stared into with compassion and understanding.  She had held her arm out to him, and gave Mikuo hope that his existence wasn't meaningless.

              She was one out of the four people Mikuo Hatsune would die to protect.

              "Too long," he laughed.

              Miku was away a lot.  He understood why though.  His living location was inconvenient for the both of them.  Miku had free reign to roll wherever she pleased, while Mikuo was chained down to Android Captivity.  Any tours he went on were much shorter than his due to his physical condition.  The young man needed replacement parts and updates consistently.  His unfortunate body kept him away from his family much too often.

              "How have you been, sis?" he asked.

              "I've missed ya!"

[danceuo-blog]

natahime

⊰ ♡ ❝And I most certainly will - After all, you are a nuisance. There’s nothing to prove that fact otherwise.❞

             "Try to also speak for yourself, pumpkin."

             "Perhaps you should act a bit more courteous to those older than you, hm?"

             "I believe you are just as much of a pest- maybe even more so

                                                                                                  than I am."

[danceuo-blog]

ｔｈｅ ｂiｒｄ ｔｈaｔ cｒｏssｅs ｔｈｅ sｔaｒs

                   Due to the young man's physical condition, Mikuo was restricted from applying for a home outside of captivity.  In truth, he had been bothered by that fact when he was much younger.  As many recent androids from different communities found their own personal place in the world, Mikuo was left in the dome to be consistently observed. 

                   There were many times he felt an extreme lack of privacy from the professors that worked there.  They often inquired to Mikuo, and asked him questions he was unsure of how to answer.  However, it had all be a part of his training as an instructor.  It was important to teach what you knew from prior knowledge, even when you weren't an expert. 

                   All of the new systems stayed in the dome with Mikuo until they were socially capable enough to live in the public eye, which was at times more dangerous than fun from what the dancer had overheard.  Mikuo taught his students about society, math, reading, history, science, robotics, and geography.  He was expected to test them until Mikuo found that they were ready to leave.  It was a passage into adulthood that Mikuo no longer celebrated. 

                   There were a few groups of special androids that never went through the dome trial period.  The ＬＥＮ that lived in the apartment complex community with several others in Sapporo, Tokyo was one of those cases.  The other man's history seemed to be very hush hush from what the teal-haired PITCHLOID had gathered.  Mikuo hadn't expected to run into said blonde while dropping off a greetings package from several of the professors at the dome.  He had been unable to think of a time where the two were properly introduced.  And as such, it seemed a tad awkward to simply be standing there and staring.  So instead, Mikuo beamed a soft grin!

              “Good morning Len," he chirped.

              “I have a package for the residents.  Do you mind if I take it up?" 

                  Mikuo looked around the outskirts of the complex.  Out of his own curiosity, he wondered if the complex was even bigger on the inside.

[buttermybreadstick]

"A teacher? Aren't you a little to young to be one. Since when did they start hiring high schoolers"

Ted knowing neither of them can actually age, both being artificial and all, he still pokes fun at MIkuo's youthful appearance.

"...anyway what good would this book do me? Don't you need to this cram on an exam or something"

[danceuo-blog]

          “I'm almost as old as you,” he reminded with a loud yawn.

              At least, Mikuo thought so.  He had stopped keeping track of his aging awhile back.

              Birthdays, sheesh.  They felt meaningless to him.  There wasn't much to celebrate when his assignment was meant to be eternal until proven to lack anymore potential worth to his community. 

                   “As for a usage to that book...” 

                   “Perhaps you could use it as a booster seat?”    

                   “I know that you're a bit self-conscious about that model height of yours.” 

                   “That strange ahoge of yours tells many stories about your character..."                  

                  Smirking a little, the PITCHLOID chuckled.

[buttermybreadstick]

"Scum? Wow Mikuo you have such a way with words that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me. Thank you for reminding me how special I am~" Ted retorts, with obvious sarcasm. "By the way, I didn't know you could read," Ted peers over at the book slightly curious what to what he's reading.

[danceuo-blog]

              “Any time,” he replied tentatively.

    Mikuo let out an exasperated sigh all the while Ted proceeded to look over his shoulder.

         Deciding to not be too much of a jerk, the teal-haired man sat back in his seat.

                   “I'm a teacher.” 

                   “Of course I know how to read.”    

       Closing the slim pink textbook, Mikuo handed it gently to the other man. 

                   “It's on the history of robotics." 

                   "You can take it if you want it." 

                    "I don't need it anymore.”