sweet Sweet Revenge
[Nana. Shun Takumi]
[Shun's House. Resident Area #1. Alleys behind Jusco. Business Area #1]
[R; Drug Use/Swearing/Violence/Really Bad Driving]
[sweet Sweet Revenge]
A child trapped in the body of a man, a child forced to do things he didn't enjoy for other people because he knew nothing else. They beat him, abused him how they wanted and raped him but he only got a fraction of the money and most of it went into making him look pretty, hiding the scars, hiding the bruises of previous customers and things of his own life-time. This only lasted for a few years but Shun could still feel it now. The pain. Oh god, the things he did before her found his way into the band. They haunted him in moments like now, moments where he exhaled the gray smoke from his cigarette as he rested on the couch, taking a break from his drugs. For once he wasn't fucking hopped up on some shit like cocaine or a cocktail of pills. No. His memories came back to him when he was drowning them in drugs.
The door bell broke him from his somber trance and he tapped the cigarette into his ash tray before getting up and moving across the house to the door. "Who the fuck is it?" He called from the other side of the door, dressed nice and pretty today: a black scarf around his neck, a completely open long sleeve shirt with studs decorating his right shoulder blade and tight black leather pants. Currently, he was shoe-less.
The voice from behind the door answered politely, explaining that it was from the shipping company and that it had a package for him. "What kind of package?" was Shun's reply to the voice, and the man looked at the heavy box, reading off the name on it. It said "Dollie" and with that, Shun opened the door in safety. The person handed him the papers and he snatched them from him. "Yeah, yeah. Sign here, initial here, no need to tell me what to do so close your fucking trap and stop staring at me, kay? Don't like it when people fucking stare." He shoved back the papers to him and stepped out of the way. "Well what're you doing? Bring it inside." He scratched at his head, brushing his bangs out of the way, taking a drag as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. "Good good, now get the fuck out."
The man left with a grumble, closing the door behind him. "Serves 'em right…" Although he welcomed the distraction from his thoughts. "A.. dollie, huh?" He went to work on opening the box, yanking on the top a couple of times before deciding to grab something to use as a lever in which he pried it up and off so that it hit the ground. It made no noise against his carpeting. A hand reached in, grabbing onto the manual, and he looked through it completely, spending a good thirty minutes glancing at this and that, reading it over, learning what it was.
It was then he decided to turn this thing on. He grabbed it (it felt oddly real to him) and pulled it up, out of the box, and then set it down onto the floor. He wasn't concerned with the fact that this thing had no clothes, he knew that it had some inside the box but he couldn't help but notice how good it looked. Anyway, moving on, he said to himself, closing the manual and looking down at what seemed like a dead body.
"Nana." He spoke, thumbing out the certificate with its name written on it to make sure that he was correct, before turning his eyes back to the dollie.
Eyes shot open, completely robotic pupils dilated and narrowed, and then repeated itself.
13:53:41 Activation Complete.
Nana oozed innocence even without the clothes that she came with on. Dark curls framed her face, and dark eyelashes framed her fake eyes. Her cheeks, rosy and lips, pouty. Everything leading the seer from the fact that she could destroy them on her master’s command.
When they finally adjusted themselves, the large black-brown eyes settled on the form in front of it her. Nana took in the sight, it was new, she had never seen shapes like this before.
Processing…
“Please state your name, master,” her voice cracked out. It was small and only used before in testing, her memory banks could not remember that time however.
He looked from the pamphlet, to her, back down. To her again. He face was pure, perfectly sculpted, smooth… And it made him feel more distant from it. His face, his face was nothing like that. No one's was. His had scars, had bruises that were covered with thin layers of make-up, just like the eyeliner around his eyes, the eye shadow, black, black, black. A faint smile crossed his lips, this… this girl, this thing looked so weak, so fragile, but she wasn't. He knew her looks were deceiving, he knew they were because of the word BODYGUARD written down on it's certificate.
He had his ash tray with him and removed the cigarette from in between his soft lips and pressed it down into the clear ash tray, rubbing out its last spark. As he exhaled his last bit of smoke words formed, tongue touching his teeth as he spoke, voice box vibrating to make the sounds, lips parting.
"Shun."
Processing… Her eye began to twitch.
Shun.
A small fake smile graced her lips. “Hello, Master Shun. What are your commands?”
Accessing Memory Banks.
Information about what to say started to flood through her computerized mind. The smile continued to be there. The fact that she was not in her intended clothes did not come to her attention. For all she knew nakedness was normal until her Master said differently. So they laid abandoned in a package next to the box.
He looked at her, scanned her naked body and it didn't get anything out of him.
He felt like he wanted some fucking drugs, right about fucking now. He saw her clothes and he flipped through the book to make sure he was doing this right, he wanted to get this perfect. He wanted to learn how to train her. To make her perfect for him. A little attack dog. Shun smirked at that, he really liked the idea. It was good.
"Nana, dress yourself." He hoped the command was direct enough, good enough for her to understand. A drink. Tequila? Rum? Maybe some vodka. Or none at all. Did he want to start so early. He wish he could do a memory dump like them, he wished that he could expel all those badawfulhurtfulshameful memories of himself as a teenager and just go back to being a happylittlekidthatsmiles. His hand touched his hair gently, pushing it back to see if she would respond to the command. If not, he'd help.
If so, he'd go get himself a strong drink. He decided it was never too early.
Processing…Accessing.. Dress yourself…
Nana’s eye began to twitch and she rose to a standing position. Her movements weren’t fluid yet, her arms almost jerked as she moved them towards the folded clothes.
Comprehending Action..
The dollie had never done this before. Memory files began to scroll through her robotic mind. Had she been taught this by the puppetmaster? Yes?
Yes.
Her pale arms reached for what her memory banks swore was a shirt.
Processing.. Shirt…
How did one put on a shirt? Her it’s memory banks showed that her head went through a hole. She attempted to follow the seemingly simple instructions but sadly her head went through the right sleeve hole.
Processing…
Her data told her that she was wrong, so off went the shirt. She attempted to put it on again. Her data told her that this shirt had been made for her so it should fit in every possible way. This time her head went through the correct hole. Her arms went through the sleeves.
Undergarments were forgotten as she began to pull on the skirt that was so much easier to comprehend.
The puppetmaster had never programmed her to put on underwear.
”Is this good, Master?” A phrase she was programmed to repeat after finishing each and every task, unless her Master taught her differently.
"Yeah, yeah, that's plenty good for right now. And don't worry about calling me master," I know its respect, but it'll just get on my nerves.
He didn't speak a word but left to the kitchen to browse around through his alcohol when he found some, he set it on the counter with a gentle clink, taking out a small shot-glass in which he poured some tequila into and topped the bottle again. He wouldn't drink much, not for right now. He wanted to be in a decent state of mind when he began to teach Nana. To defend him. To rough people up for him. To kill for him. To be whatever the fuck he wanted her to be because that's what she was for.
He grabbed the glass, tilted his head back and slammed it back down on the counter letting out a loud sigh as it burned on the way down.
"Nana, come into the kitchen." He himself took a seat at the dinner table, plopping down into a cushioned chair, relaxing back as he waited for her to join him in the room. Shortly, after conversing with her about a few things, he was going to go downstairs to grab some things, and then they would be going out.
Heh.
Going out. Fucking funny, huh Shun? He knew he never just "went out". There was always a reason. Always a fucking purpose.
Hundreds of zeros and ones flew through Nana’s mind as she processed Shun’s orders, one at a time.
Processing…
“What would Master like me to call him then?” She asked, her programming allowing her to stiffly follow his second order.
Processing.. Walking.. left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, move arms.
Waiting for Master’s reply.
Her feet stopped moving at the edge of the kitchen door. Her eye began to twitch again, but her face grew into another robotic smile. Everything about her was growing more lifelike and less robotic. (She’d never be more than a dollie, though).
She did look quite a bit more human.
The movements, they were slowly becoming fluid, not so jerky, not so robotic, not so lifeless. Amazing. Learning like a child, but… still so fake. Still so fucking fake.
Still so.
So so.
Fake.
(Fake.)
It echoed in his mind, but he snapped out of it when she walked into the kitchen with him. "Oh… what you should call me? Call me Shun. Shun's fine… But you don't need to address me after every command. Only when you wish to speak with me or get my attention. Once in a while is fine as well, if you want to. But anyway, Nana, sit." He motioned to the chair near him and sank back into his own, the back of his head leaning against the back of the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'm going to teach you something today, I think. Nana, do you know how to fight?"
He smirked, but it was slightly hidden by the fact he was leaning his head back so far.
Of course she did.
Nana’s eye immediately began to twitch again.
So much information, not enough time to comprehend.
Processing… Call Master, Shun.. Don’t address after commands.. Sit… Attack…
The dollie’s movements were now graceful and completely lifelike. Her legs walked normally, and her head tilted to the side as she pulled out the chair and sat. Her ankles crossed in the way that her memory banks told her to do so.
Sit like a lady.
Then her computerized mind began to compute the newest question.
Do you know how to fight?
Of course.
Nana was fluent in every martial arts and knew how to work any weapon that you gave to her. Pre-processed Information.
”I can fight in anyway you wish, Shun, that is my purpose.” Her purpose was to destroy protect her user.
Ahh. That's what he wanted to hear.
That's fucking business, right there.
He sat forward wiping the smile from his face, hair rubbing against his cheek, against his nose and it kind of tickled. But he hated thinking about happy feelings, about happy things. Most of the time he was too high to think, at least about anything like that. Like how the sun coming in through the windows warmed his body, and how it looked so beautiful outside, and how she looked nice as well, and how he had someone with him, a person that cared about him to protect him, howhewouldprobablybehappierwithhislifeifhedidn'tdodrugs.
But his mind dismissed all of that, for now, Nana was the thing that was intriguing him.
"Anyway I wish? Nana, is it possible for me to order you to attack someone? Even if it isn't in self-defense of myself?" He thought about that for a moment, and then added as a side note, "In which it is the case of self-defense you would react to an attacker without any command, correct?"
Wheels turned and the eye stopped twitching. A mechanical, yet all so life-like, smile graced the small Lolita face. “Of course, Shun, my first priority is your safety and my second is to obey all commands.” There was a third but that was a secret.
Her crystalline eyes stared at her master Shun. She had almost completely memorized every single hair on his head, every single birthmark. It was all being etched into her memory banks to last until the puppetmaster wiped it.
"Good, good. In that box back there, you left some vital pieces of clothing. Underwear and bra. You'll need to put those both on, if you know how that is. We're going out. So, Nana, finish dressing yourself. I'm going down stairs." He stood up from his chair slowly, stopping to push it in as he headed out, rubbing his face with his hands. They touched his gentle face, found themselves running over the few scars he had from previous engagements. They were small, they were almost unnoticeable, but he could feel them, and with every pass of his fingers over them he remembered them, and it all traced back to when he was younger. A time he hated to remember.
Nana, he thought to himself as he grabbed a hold of the pad lock and shoved the key into the bottom, she… she's like the mother I didn't have. She cares for me, even if she has too, but she still cares and she'll be there for me to protect me. A twist, a pop as the lock came undone. He opened the door and hung it back on there as his bare feet made the wooden stairs beneath him creaking softly under his weight.
Creak.
Creak, creak, creak.
Creak.
His feet found the cold floor of the basement and his hand flipped the light switch. Ah. Drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. Pills, pills, pills? Cocaine? Heroine? He didn't know what he felt like today, so he grabbed some pills, opened 'em up, then popped them one by one into his mouth. Swallowed them all.
A faint smile. Today would be good.
With that done he made his way back to the bottom of the stairs, flipped off the lights and went back upstairs a slight bit quicker than he had before, only to come out and see if Nana was done.
Nana wasn’t dressed? Underwear and bra? The words were foreign to Nana, but she nodded anyway, a reflexive response to ALL of Shun’s orders. Her eyes followed Shun as he left her alone, and then she stood up.
Walk to Box.
Nana walked to the box she had come in. There were the articles of clothing she had apparently… forgotten. Her memory banks attempted to find any hidden information on UNDERWEAR and BRA.
Processing.. UNDERWEAR…
After a few minutes she finally got a hit for that. It looked differently in her banks than it did here and now, she assumed this was why she hadn’t been able to find information on it earlier.
The soft pink panties were pulled on and she stared at the other piece of clothing.
Bra.
Her memory banks had nothing on that, except for the fact that to perform the action SEX it would need to come off. Her eyes stared at it as one twitched, trying to find the answer she needed. The dollie was trying to learn, trying to FIGURE THINGS OUT.
Processing.. BRA…
Nana still found nothing. From what she could get from her banks however, she assumed that the BRA went under the SHIRT. Thus, the dollie shed her shirt and stared at the bra still wondering how to put it on. She was still staring at it when Shun returned.
The curly-haired dollie looked up. “Shun, where does BRA go?” She was completely dependent on her user.
He stifled a chuckle, his brain was still working, obviously. But he wasn't sure for how much longer. How much longer He'd be able to make rational decisions, but that was why he took them. To forget. To have fun. Of course. Shun smiled at her, brain buzzing from the drink and the pills, and he walked over to where she was standing.
"Here, I'll show you okay? Pay close attention so you can do this yourself."
He bent down, taking it from the box and holding it in front of himself, scanning it. Ah, the clasp was in the front. He nodded, and looked at her. "Looks like you knew how to put the underwear on yourself, though, very good." A genuine smile. It was weird. In the transitional period between normal and completely out of his fucking mind he was nice. Kind. Shun took it and slipped it around behind her, holding the front in his hands as he put it on her, adjusting her breasts as necessary to get them to fit in right. Even if she couldn't be uncomfortable because she wasn't human he didn't want her bulging like it was too small.
With that, he clasped it, and picked up the shirt from the floor to hand back to her. "There, will you remember that now?"
Nana’s robotic brain was memorizing every action.
Storing… BRA information.
“Yes, I will remember.” A dollie always remembers. “Where are we going?” It came from a list of questions stored in her mind that was an answer to that question.
She could only act so real though, because she wasn’t because she wasn’t in free-will mode. She couldn’t put words together herself, only choose from a provided list.
"Out."
It was his simple answer and he could feel the drugs starting to take effect, and a plethora of new feelings were taking place. His smile was wide, but his movements were slow, clumsier than normal. Ah the wonders of being numb. Lately he had been favouring the pills over everything else, and he didn't know why. Maybe, just maybe, it was something hidden - hidden back in his subconscious where he dare not tread.
"Nana, take my hand." He held it out to her, for her to grab, so that he could lead her around today and he wouldn't have to worry about what she would do next because he knew that for her to act normal (to take care of him) he would have to set her to free will mode.
He looked at the door and his smile slowly began to fade away, his mind numbing. He loved it.
"Nana, free will mode."
Nana’s eyes widened and she felt something being unlocked in the very crevice of her AI.
14:26:09 Freewill Mode Activation
Another smile graced her face. Her hand responded to Shun by wrapping around his. Her eyes scanned over Shun’s body.
The sensors in her body could tell from his heart rate and brain wave patterns that Shun was what her memory logs described as being high.
She noted this. The dollie could use such information later. Her shirt was finally pulled back on by her free hand and she waited.
Waited to be led.
Out. “Where out?”
"Uhh…God, I don't know…"
He paused thinking. Well shit, where the fuck did he want to go? He thought for a moment as he tugged her behind him gently, not moving too fast in order to let himself think a bit before he got to the door.
Ah, yes. He remembered now. To find the fuckers from the other night. The bruises they had left them were gone, now, but the story the man told him was not. He could vaguely, albeit vaguely, remember what they looked like, but he assumed the man-with-the-camera did a decent job describing them.
But now, it was a matter of remembering where he had been… But that wasn't a problem. He always went to the same fucking place when he was high. Always. Sometimes he took the outrageously long walk because he didn't feel like risking his life any farther than he already was, but the car was there for a reason. And he had a new passenger.
"Nana…" he started as he got to the door, grabbing his keys with his free hand, spinning them around his finger on the ring, catching them in his palm as he grabbed the door handle and gave it a twist, opening it slowly. He stepped outside, swinging Nana behind him to close the door and lock it, before walking around her, never letting go of her hand.
"Do… do you think that you could drive this?" He pointed to his cherry red mustang, one he's had only for a few years. His eyes drifted down to his keys and he handed them to her.
Nana stared at the keys in Shun’s hands and then she turned to the car he was pointing.
Car.. Processing.. Mustang.. DRIVE..Processing…
The information on how to do so was scrolling past her eyes. The dollie had never performed such an action, not even in testing, but the information was there.
”I have never done so before, Shun, but I have the knowledge.”
Dollies could do anything, or so her memory banks remembered someone telling her that, the puppetmaster. So she believed that she’d be able to without testing. She would not endanger her user, even if they crashed, Shun would be safe.
"Ahhh…well…" He opened his mouth, and then shut it again, looking at her, to the car. She knew. She'd understand… and if everything was there… Why shouldn't he trust her? Why would the fact she's never done it before make this a problem?
And so was the logic of a man hopped up on three different kinds of pills, a man who also, very early in the morning, had some shots of tequila.
"Sure, alright, it sounds like you'll do fine." He smiled at her and handed her the keys, leading her over to the car in which he pulled on the door handle and slipped inside. It was unlocked (he felt no need to lock it, there was no one around who'd steal from him) and his hand grabbed onto the seatbelt, pulling it down. Shun tried to put it in the buckle, clacking the metal against plastic, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't seem to get it in, and with a sigh, slipped back into his seat, turning to face Nana whom he left right outside of the door.
"I… I can't get it in… can you help, please?"
He asked politely, and wasn't mean. Why… why would he want to be mean to someone who was there to protect him? To maybe even be his friend even if it was robotic, even if its emotions were produced by artificial intelligence.
Because when you're so fucking high, you're not nice to anyone.
She's no different, fuck-head.
"Oh…" he mumbled something, something incoherent, something under his breath, a mutterance about himself and how stupid he was acting. He didn't need to hate anyone. There had to be someone he liked, even if it was just a friend.
"And… and where we're going… its uh. The Jusco Super Store."
Nana took the time to process all the information about driving that she could. Dollie’s could do anything.
The order was processed.
”Just let me get inside first, Shun.” A little bit of back talk. A little bit of free will. She will obey the order like any other, however. The door on the drivers side was opened and she slipped inside.
Her eyes turned towards Shun. She looked down. The buckle was swiftly attached and her arms turned to rest on the wheel.
Processing.. Driving.. Turn key in ignition.
The dollie’s eyes grew more glazed then normal and her arms moved completely robotically, turning the key in the ignition. More instructions were given to her as she started to pull out, almost hitting the mailbox and a car whom honked at her.
Processing.. Car honking..
The puppetmaster had given her a rather interesting response, thus her hand reached up and the middle finger rose at the car she had almost smashed to bits and pieces.
Processing… Jusco..
Directions from her current location filled her computerized mind.
He heard the honk and saw her arm shoot out the window but couldn't pay more attention than that, his head was racing too much. He just…couldn't focus. Everything was moving too fast, everything was a blur. He sat back as far as he could in the chair, pushing his body into the still upright thing as he pressed his eyelids together so hard that beneath them his eyes raced back and forth, darting around, making his eyes twitch insanely.
He needed to relax a bit, and his fingers found themselves on the radio, changing the channel, putting on something soothing as he allowed his eyes to open. Things were better. He had gotten over the initial shock and now everything was calm, everything was good. He'd just let Nana worry about everything else.
The voice on the radio said something… something about who the song was by but he didn't pick it up, and instead, just listened to the music with a faint smile. "How're things going, everything alright?" He hoped he wasn't distracting her.
Oh dear god, would that suck.
“No one’s dead, Shun,” Nana’s lifelike voice replied. It was almost teasing, yet completely serious. You couldn’t tell was she was thinking, because she wasn’t thinking at all.
The car somehow made it down the street. A stop sign entered Nana’s vision.
Processing… Stop sign.. Stop before you pass it…
Too late, the dollie had already gone through it, more honking, more flipping off. She knew to stop at the next sign however.
And still her promised stood. No one’s dead…yet. Her head turned to her druggie user and she smiled.
The comment made him laugh and yet he still grabbed onto the small handle the was on the door, no the one to open it, but the one that stuck out of the door for no obvious reason. He watched the blur of a stop-sign go by without a care and this time when he heard honking he joined her in giving those around them the bird by shoving an arm out the window.
The wind felt nice.
Nana looked nice.
Too bad she's fake.
Robots have laser eyes.
Does Nana have laser eyes?
No, Nana can drive.
Nana was smiling.
Smiling is nice.
Flowers are nice.
I see flowers.
Drugs make me see flowers.
…Drugs are nice?
His mind was made up of incomplete thoughts, his brain not giving himself enough time to complete one before it linked itself to another and another andanotherandanotherandanotherandanotherand…
"Fuck," Shun spewed out, gripping onto his hair with his free hand. "Are we almost there, Nana? I need to get out of this fucking car…"
But he couldn't help smiling back at her.
“My information indicates that we have 10 more minutes before we arrive at Jusco, Shun.” Nana’s driving was a little bit controlled now.
She was going the speed limit and driving on the correct side of the road. And after running the tailend of a red light she now knew that if the traffic light was red, she was to stop until it turned the color green.
Though her information also told her that it was okay to run them if there were no cops or people around. Her foot was lead on the gas, her speed increased and before the ten minutes were up, she was “pulling into” the Jusco parking lot. Her parking was not as controlled as her driving and as she stopped the car an inch away from the light pole and across three spots, it was almost guaranteed that Shun would come back to his car having a little ticket in its windshield.
”We’re here, Shun.”
While she had been driving he had been messing with his hair in the seat, messing it up with both hands, flattening back down, messing it up again, mumbling things to himself in the passenger seat as he pulled his legs up to his chest. He wiggled his toes. He didn't have shoes on! Oh well... He didn't really care. Shoes, no shoes, he still had those little piggies on his feet.
Wiggle, wiggle.
It made him laugh a bit, and he took his hands away from his head and grabbed them. It was obvious, today (at least for now) the drugs had done something different for him. He was almost like a little school girl with a bad attitude and a potty mouth.
When they parked he didn't notice what she had done wrong either, and he looked at her from in between his fingers because he was hiding behind him. "Okay," his voice was serious, and he realized what he was doing. Quickly he pulled his hands away from his head and opened the door, unbuckling his seatbelt after. The asphalt underneath his feet was quite warm, but not hot enough to burn them to death. Quickly, he closed the door and looked over the car to Nana.
"When you get out, lock the door and then come with me. We've got to visit some people."
“Okay,” Nana replied, getting out and locking the door. She didn’t wonder who they were going to visit, because dollie didn’t care. Dollie wasn’t created to think, dollie was created to pretend to think.
As her feet fell onto tar and gravel her information told her that she should have shoes on, but if Shun hadn’t told her to put them on, her AI assumed that meant that it was alright. Apparently they weren’t going into Jusco.
”Lead the way, Shun.” Her hands were clasped in the front, her body was in an oh so innocent and sweet position, but dollie wasn’t.
He started walking slowly, and the small rocks underneath his feet were a slight pain, but nothing big, nothing that his drugs didn't filter out. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, checking behind him every once in a while to make sure she was still there.
No, not into Jusco.
He made his way across the parking lot, and ended up behind it, looking into the alley way with a smile. There was a group there, the same that he remembered, the same that he was told about by the camera-man. It was fortunate, to say the least. They were the reason he came here, the reason that he had brought Nana along. She'd take care of them, easy, and he didn't need to lift a fucking finger.
He wondered if they'd notice him and he doubted it, not unless he came right up and got into their faces, but he didn't plan to do that, no, he planned to stay back here and watch Nana do her work. A small sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the wall, looking at them. "Nana, do you see those men over there?" He pointed at the group, and waited for a response before he spoke next.
"Nana, command mode. Attack those men. Don't kill any of them, but make it so that none of them can get up."
Nana followed her user closely, immune to all other things, all other elements. She followed him into the alleyways behind the giant store known as Jusco. She saw the men and saw immediately that their state was weaker than they appeared.
The dollie nodded in response before the second order was received.
14:52:31 Command Mode Activated.
Her AI closed up upon itself and her eyes zeroed in on the men.
Processing… Destroy and Protect…
It was oh so easy to kill..
Yet oh so hard to keep them alive..
But dollie would do as dollie was ordered. That was one of her purposes.
She walked to the men ever so daintily and they looked at her so strangely. It was as if they had never seen such a child-like, Lolita-like woman in these parts before. There probably never had been. Her clothes were clean, and her make-up non-existent. She was no prostitute and they could see that.
”Hello,” Nana greeted, stepping even closer. The many ways to hurt these men came to mind. Her robotic body surged with power.
The men laughed and returned her greeting, leering. They didn’t even expect it as she grabbed the hair of the closest one and smashed his head into the alley’s wall. A small, innocent smile graced her face. That man fell to the ground, alive, but bleeding.
“Next?” She said, choosing words from a set amount. Her legs brought her closer to the cowering man.
Nana enjoyed fulfilling her purpose. Even if the dollie couldn’t really feel the enjoyment.
He smirked from the distance as she watched her do her work, feeling like he could hear the sickening echo of the man's face smash against the wall. Slowly he too began to walk towards them, but only fast enough to get there by the time she was going to be done with the beatings. His high made everything seem so much more extravagant, made things explode with colours as blood shoot from his face, and he sighed contently. They were frightened, so scared of her. And soon they'd learn to be scared of him as well.
Sadistic?
Maybe.
His hands slowly rose up from his sides and began to clap at the show, ignoring the other people who were checking the place out and looked on in horror, for he was, truly, enjoying every minute of his sweet, sweet fucking revenge.
Nana’s user’s clapping barely registered in her computerized mind as her mechanical body moved on to the next victim, yanking on his arm (more than likely breaking it) so she could knee him hard in the stomach.
She was doing just as her master commanded.
Little did her master know that one day it would be him withering on the ground like the man she had just attacked.
The other three wet their pants as she turned her smile towards them.
“Running is futile.” She was faster, stronger, and had much more talent then they did. She was a dollie.
She could do anything.
They all feel, bleeding and squirming. Sickening cracks of bones breaking had been heard, she had tried hard to not kill them, but one or two may lose their lives if they didn’t get help soon.
The dark haired dollie took a step back behind her user.
She had done as he had commanded.
Shun looked at them, looked at the blood the was pouring from them and smiled. It was a wicked smile, really. But he had taken such pleasure in watching Nana obliterate them, torture them like they had tortured him. He couldn't help but find his hand running over his face, running over his scars gently. They had left some when they had last met, and now he Nana had left some for them.
"I'm not sure if you remember me…" Shun started, walking past a few, only to thrust his foot onto the throat of the one who had been hitting him the most. He sneered downward at him, tucking his hair back as he leaned forward, leaned into the pressure he was putting on his throat and could hear him groan. Looks like he wasn't knocked out yet.
"Oh! You're awake? Well how fucking unfortunate." He took a step back and then brought his foot up into the air, bare, and thrust it downward as hard as he could into the man's throat. There was a loud gasp, a gripping at his throat and from the look on the man's face it seemed that Shun had done something awful to him but all he could do was smile and lean down close. "This is what you get for fucking around with me. Do it again, and you'll be dead." He stood up and his voice grew. "You all hear that? You'll be fucking dead!"
The school girl feelings he was getting in the car were gone now. Now…now he was sadistic. Now he was hurtful. Now he hated everyone except his new pet. Except Nana.
He built up saliva in his mouth and looked down, spitting it onto the face of the man with the crushed windpipe and began to walk away, taking Nana's hand and bringing her with him in tow.
"Let's go home, Nana."
[Shun's House. Resident Area #1. Alleys behind Jusco. Business Area #1]
[R; Drug Use/Swearing/Violence/Really Bad Driving]
[sweet Sweet Revenge]
A child trapped in the body of a man, a child forced to do things he didn't enjoy for other people because he knew nothing else. They beat him, abused him how they wanted and raped him but he only got a fraction of the money and most of it went into making him look pretty, hiding the scars, hiding the bruises of previous customers and things of his own life-time. This only lasted for a few years but Shun could still feel it now. The pain. Oh god, the things he did before her found his way into the band. They haunted him in moments like now, moments where he exhaled the gray smoke from his cigarette as he rested on the couch, taking a break from his drugs. For once he wasn't fucking hopped up on some shit like cocaine or a cocktail of pills. No. His memories came back to him when he was drowning them in drugs.
The door bell broke him from his somber trance and he tapped the cigarette into his ash tray before getting up and moving across the house to the door. "Who the fuck is it?" He called from the other side of the door, dressed nice and pretty today: a black scarf around his neck, a completely open long sleeve shirt with studs decorating his right shoulder blade and tight black leather pants. Currently, he was shoe-less.
The voice from behind the door answered politely, explaining that it was from the shipping company and that it had a package for him. "What kind of package?" was Shun's reply to the voice, and the man looked at the heavy box, reading off the name on it. It said "Dollie" and with that, Shun opened the door in safety. The person handed him the papers and he snatched them from him. "Yeah, yeah. Sign here, initial here, no need to tell me what to do so close your fucking trap and stop staring at me, kay? Don't like it when people fucking stare." He shoved back the papers to him and stepped out of the way. "Well what're you doing? Bring it inside." He scratched at his head, brushing his bangs out of the way, taking a drag as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. "Good good, now get the fuck out."
The man left with a grumble, closing the door behind him. "Serves 'em right…" Although he welcomed the distraction from his thoughts. "A.. dollie, huh?" He went to work on opening the box, yanking on the top a couple of times before deciding to grab something to use as a lever in which he pried it up and off so that it hit the ground. It made no noise against his carpeting. A hand reached in, grabbing onto the manual, and he looked through it completely, spending a good thirty minutes glancing at this and that, reading it over, learning what it was.
It was then he decided to turn this thing on. He grabbed it (it felt oddly real to him) and pulled it up, out of the box, and then set it down onto the floor. He wasn't concerned with the fact that this thing had no clothes, he knew that it had some inside the box but he couldn't help but notice how good it looked. Anyway, moving on, he said to himself, closing the manual and looking down at what seemed like a dead body.
"Nana." He spoke, thumbing out the certificate with its name written on it to make sure that he was correct, before turning his eyes back to the dollie.
Eyes shot open, completely robotic pupils dilated and narrowed, and then repeated itself.
13:53:41 Activation Complete.
Nana oozed innocence even without the clothes that she came with on. Dark curls framed her face, and dark eyelashes framed her fake eyes. Her cheeks, rosy and lips, pouty. Everything leading the seer from the fact that she could destroy them on her master’s command.
When they finally adjusted themselves, the large black-brown eyes settled on the form in front of it her. Nana took in the sight, it was new, she had never seen shapes like this before.
Processing…
“Please state your name, master,” her voice cracked out. It was small and only used before in testing, her memory banks could not remember that time however.
He looked from the pamphlet, to her, back down. To her again. He face was pure, perfectly sculpted, smooth… And it made him feel more distant from it. His face, his face was nothing like that. No one's was. His had scars, had bruises that were covered with thin layers of make-up, just like the eyeliner around his eyes, the eye shadow, black, black, black. A faint smile crossed his lips, this… this girl, this thing looked so weak, so fragile, but she wasn't. He knew her looks were deceiving, he knew they were because of the word BODYGUARD written down on it's certificate.
He had his ash tray with him and removed the cigarette from in between his soft lips and pressed it down into the clear ash tray, rubbing out its last spark. As he exhaled his last bit of smoke words formed, tongue touching his teeth as he spoke, voice box vibrating to make the sounds, lips parting.
"Shun."
Processing… Her eye began to twitch.
Shun.
A small fake smile graced her lips. “Hello, Master Shun. What are your commands?”
Accessing Memory Banks.
Information about what to say started to flood through her computerized mind. The smile continued to be there. The fact that she was not in her intended clothes did not come to her attention. For all she knew nakedness was normal until her Master said differently. So they laid abandoned in a package next to the box.
He looked at her, scanned her naked body and it didn't get anything out of him.
He felt like he wanted some fucking drugs, right about fucking now. He saw her clothes and he flipped through the book to make sure he was doing this right, he wanted to get this perfect. He wanted to learn how to train her. To make her perfect for him. A little attack dog. Shun smirked at that, he really liked the idea. It was good.
"Nana, dress yourself." He hoped the command was direct enough, good enough for her to understand. A drink. Tequila? Rum? Maybe some vodka. Or none at all. Did he want to start so early. He wish he could do a memory dump like them, he wished that he could expel all those badawfulhurtfulshameful memories of himself as a teenager and just go back to being a happylittlekidthatsmiles. His hand touched his hair gently, pushing it back to see if she would respond to the command. If not, he'd help.
If so, he'd go get himself a strong drink. He decided it was never too early.
Processing…Accessing.. Dress yourself…
Nana’s eye began to twitch and she rose to a standing position. Her movements weren’t fluid yet, her arms almost jerked as she moved them towards the folded clothes.
Comprehending Action..
The dollie had never done this before. Memory files began to scroll through her robotic mind. Had she been taught this by the puppetmaster? Yes?
Yes.
Her pale arms reached for what her memory banks swore was a shirt.
Processing.. Shirt…
How did one put on a shirt? Her it’s memory banks showed that her head went through a hole. She attempted to follow the seemingly simple instructions but sadly her head went through the right sleeve hole.
Processing…
Her data told her that she was wrong, so off went the shirt. She attempted to put it on again. Her data told her that this shirt had been made for her so it should fit in every possible way. This time her head went through the correct hole. Her arms went through the sleeves.
Undergarments were forgotten as she began to pull on the skirt that was so much easier to comprehend.
The puppetmaster had never programmed her to put on underwear.
”Is this good, Master?” A phrase she was programmed to repeat after finishing each and every task, unless her Master taught her differently.
"Yeah, yeah, that's plenty good for right now. And don't worry about calling me master," I know its respect, but it'll just get on my nerves.
He didn't speak a word but left to the kitchen to browse around through his alcohol when he found some, he set it on the counter with a gentle clink, taking out a small shot-glass in which he poured some tequila into and topped the bottle again. He wouldn't drink much, not for right now. He wanted to be in a decent state of mind when he began to teach Nana. To defend him. To rough people up for him. To kill for him. To be whatever the fuck he wanted her to be because that's what she was for.
He grabbed the glass, tilted his head back and slammed it back down on the counter letting out a loud sigh as it burned on the way down.
"Nana, come into the kitchen." He himself took a seat at the dinner table, plopping down into a cushioned chair, relaxing back as he waited for her to join him in the room. Shortly, after conversing with her about a few things, he was going to go downstairs to grab some things, and then they would be going out.
Heh.
Going out. Fucking funny, huh Shun? He knew he never just "went out". There was always a reason. Always a fucking purpose.
Hundreds of zeros and ones flew through Nana’s mind as she processed Shun’s orders, one at a time.
Processing…
“What would Master like me to call him then?” She asked, her programming allowing her to stiffly follow his second order.
Processing.. Walking.. left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, move arms.
Waiting for Master’s reply.
Her feet stopped moving at the edge of the kitchen door. Her eye began to twitch again, but her face grew into another robotic smile. Everything about her was growing more lifelike and less robotic. (She’d never be more than a dollie, though).
She did look quite a bit more human.
The movements, they were slowly becoming fluid, not so jerky, not so robotic, not so lifeless. Amazing. Learning like a child, but… still so fake. Still so fucking fake.
Still so.
So so.
Fake.
(Fake.)
It echoed in his mind, but he snapped out of it when she walked into the kitchen with him. "Oh… what you should call me? Call me Shun. Shun's fine… But you don't need to address me after every command. Only when you wish to speak with me or get my attention. Once in a while is fine as well, if you want to. But anyway, Nana, sit." He motioned to the chair near him and sank back into his own, the back of his head leaning against the back of the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'm going to teach you something today, I think. Nana, do you know how to fight?"
He smirked, but it was slightly hidden by the fact he was leaning his head back so far.
Of course she did.
Nana’s eye immediately began to twitch again.
So much information, not enough time to comprehend.
Processing… Call Master, Shun.. Don’t address after commands.. Sit… Attack…
The dollie’s movements were now graceful and completely lifelike. Her legs walked normally, and her head tilted to the side as she pulled out the chair and sat. Her ankles crossed in the way that her memory banks told her to do so.
Sit like a lady.
Then her computerized mind began to compute the newest question.
Do you know how to fight?
Of course.
Nana was fluent in every martial arts and knew how to work any weapon that you gave to her. Pre-processed Information.
”I can fight in anyway you wish, Shun, that is my purpose.” Her purpose was to destroy protect her user.
Ahh. That's what he wanted to hear.
That's fucking business, right there.
He sat forward wiping the smile from his face, hair rubbing against his cheek, against his nose and it kind of tickled. But he hated thinking about happy feelings, about happy things. Most of the time he was too high to think, at least about anything like that. Like how the sun coming in through the windows warmed his body, and how it looked so beautiful outside, and how she looked nice as well, and how he had someone with him, a person that cared about him to protect him, howhewouldprobablybehappierwithhislifeifhedidn'tdodrugs.
But his mind dismissed all of that, for now, Nana was the thing that was intriguing him.
"Anyway I wish? Nana, is it possible for me to order you to attack someone? Even if it isn't in self-defense of myself?" He thought about that for a moment, and then added as a side note, "In which it is the case of self-defense you would react to an attacker without any command, correct?"
Wheels turned and the eye stopped twitching. A mechanical, yet all so life-like, smile graced the small Lolita face. “Of course, Shun, my first priority is your safety and my second is to obey all commands.” There was a third but that was a secret.
Her crystalline eyes stared at her master Shun. She had almost completely memorized every single hair on his head, every single birthmark. It was all being etched into her memory banks to last until the puppetmaster wiped it.
"Good, good. In that box back there, you left some vital pieces of clothing. Underwear and bra. You'll need to put those both on, if you know how that is. We're going out. So, Nana, finish dressing yourself. I'm going down stairs." He stood up from his chair slowly, stopping to push it in as he headed out, rubbing his face with his hands. They touched his gentle face, found themselves running over the few scars he had from previous engagements. They were small, they were almost unnoticeable, but he could feel them, and with every pass of his fingers over them he remembered them, and it all traced back to when he was younger. A time he hated to remember.
Nana, he thought to himself as he grabbed a hold of the pad lock and shoved the key into the bottom, she… she's like the mother I didn't have. She cares for me, even if she has too, but she still cares and she'll be there for me to protect me. A twist, a pop as the lock came undone. He opened the door and hung it back on there as his bare feet made the wooden stairs beneath him creaking softly under his weight.
Creak.
Creak, creak, creak.
Creak.
His feet found the cold floor of the basement and his hand flipped the light switch. Ah. Drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. Pills, pills, pills? Cocaine? Heroine? He didn't know what he felt like today, so he grabbed some pills, opened 'em up, then popped them one by one into his mouth. Swallowed them all.
A faint smile. Today would be good.
With that done he made his way back to the bottom of the stairs, flipped off the lights and went back upstairs a slight bit quicker than he had before, only to come out and see if Nana was done.
Nana wasn’t dressed? Underwear and bra? The words were foreign to Nana, but she nodded anyway, a reflexive response to ALL of Shun’s orders. Her eyes followed Shun as he left her alone, and then she stood up.
Walk to Box.
Nana walked to the box she had come in. There were the articles of clothing she had apparently… forgotten. Her memory banks attempted to find any hidden information on UNDERWEAR and BRA.
Processing.. UNDERWEAR…
After a few minutes she finally got a hit for that. It looked differently in her banks than it did here and now, she assumed this was why she hadn’t been able to find information on it earlier.
The soft pink panties were pulled on and she stared at the other piece of clothing.
Bra.
Her memory banks had nothing on that, except for the fact that to perform the action SEX it would need to come off. Her eyes stared at it as one twitched, trying to find the answer she needed. The dollie was trying to learn, trying to FIGURE THINGS OUT.
Processing.. BRA…
Nana still found nothing. From what she could get from her banks however, she assumed that the BRA went under the SHIRT. Thus, the dollie shed her shirt and stared at the bra still wondering how to put it on. She was still staring at it when Shun returned.
The curly-haired dollie looked up. “Shun, where does BRA go?” She was completely dependent on her user.
He stifled a chuckle, his brain was still working, obviously. But he wasn't sure for how much longer. How much longer He'd be able to make rational decisions, but that was why he took them. To forget. To have fun. Of course. Shun smiled at her, brain buzzing from the drink and the pills, and he walked over to where she was standing.
"Here, I'll show you okay? Pay close attention so you can do this yourself."
He bent down, taking it from the box and holding it in front of himself, scanning it. Ah, the clasp was in the front. He nodded, and looked at her. "Looks like you knew how to put the underwear on yourself, though, very good." A genuine smile. It was weird. In the transitional period between normal and completely out of his fucking mind he was nice. Kind. Shun took it and slipped it around behind her, holding the front in his hands as he put it on her, adjusting her breasts as necessary to get them to fit in right. Even if she couldn't be uncomfortable because she wasn't human he didn't want her bulging like it was too small.
With that, he clasped it, and picked up the shirt from the floor to hand back to her. "There, will you remember that now?"
Nana’s robotic brain was memorizing every action.
Storing… BRA information.
“Yes, I will remember.” A dollie always remembers. “Where are we going?” It came from a list of questions stored in her mind that was an answer to that question.
She could only act so real though, because she wasn’t because she wasn’t in free-will mode. She couldn’t put words together herself, only choose from a provided list.
"Out."
It was his simple answer and he could feel the drugs starting to take effect, and a plethora of new feelings were taking place. His smile was wide, but his movements were slow, clumsier than normal. Ah the wonders of being numb. Lately he had been favouring the pills over everything else, and he didn't know why. Maybe, just maybe, it was something hidden - hidden back in his subconscious where he dare not tread.
"Nana, take my hand." He held it out to her, for her to grab, so that he could lead her around today and he wouldn't have to worry about what she would do next because he knew that for her to act normal (to take care of him) he would have to set her to free will mode.
He looked at the door and his smile slowly began to fade away, his mind numbing. He loved it.
"Nana, free will mode."
Nana’s eyes widened and she felt something being unlocked in the very crevice of her AI.
14:26:09 Freewill Mode Activation
Another smile graced her face. Her hand responded to Shun by wrapping around his. Her eyes scanned over Shun’s body.
The sensors in her body could tell from his heart rate and brain wave patterns that Shun was what her memory logs described as being high.
She noted this. The dollie could use such information later. Her shirt was finally pulled back on by her free hand and she waited.
Waited to be led.
Out. “Where out?”
"Uhh…God, I don't know…"
He paused thinking. Well shit, where the fuck did he want to go? He thought for a moment as he tugged her behind him gently, not moving too fast in order to let himself think a bit before he got to the door.
Ah, yes. He remembered now. To find the fuckers from the other night. The bruises they had left them were gone, now, but the story the man told him was not. He could vaguely, albeit vaguely, remember what they looked like, but he assumed the man-with-the-camera did a decent job describing them.
But now, it was a matter of remembering where he had been… But that wasn't a problem. He always went to the same fucking place when he was high. Always. Sometimes he took the outrageously long walk because he didn't feel like risking his life any farther than he already was, but the car was there for a reason. And he had a new passenger.
"Nana…" he started as he got to the door, grabbing his keys with his free hand, spinning them around his finger on the ring, catching them in his palm as he grabbed the door handle and gave it a twist, opening it slowly. He stepped outside, swinging Nana behind him to close the door and lock it, before walking around her, never letting go of her hand.
"Do… do you think that you could drive this?" He pointed to his cherry red mustang, one he's had only for a few years. His eyes drifted down to his keys and he handed them to her.
Nana stared at the keys in Shun’s hands and then she turned to the car he was pointing.
Car.. Processing.. Mustang.. DRIVE..Processing…
The information on how to do so was scrolling past her eyes. The dollie had never performed such an action, not even in testing, but the information was there.
”I have never done so before, Shun, but I have the knowledge.”
Dollies could do anything, or so her memory banks remembered someone telling her that, the puppetmaster. So she believed that she’d be able to without testing. She would not endanger her user, even if they crashed, Shun would be safe.
"Ahhh…well…" He opened his mouth, and then shut it again, looking at her, to the car. She knew. She'd understand… and if everything was there… Why shouldn't he trust her? Why would the fact she's never done it before make this a problem?
And so was the logic of a man hopped up on three different kinds of pills, a man who also, very early in the morning, had some shots of tequila.
"Sure, alright, it sounds like you'll do fine." He smiled at her and handed her the keys, leading her over to the car in which he pulled on the door handle and slipped inside. It was unlocked (he felt no need to lock it, there was no one around who'd steal from him) and his hand grabbed onto the seatbelt, pulling it down. Shun tried to put it in the buckle, clacking the metal against plastic, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't seem to get it in, and with a sigh, slipped back into his seat, turning to face Nana whom he left right outside of the door.
"I… I can't get it in… can you help, please?"
He asked politely, and wasn't mean. Why… why would he want to be mean to someone who was there to protect him? To maybe even be his friend even if it was robotic, even if its emotions were produced by artificial intelligence.
Because when you're so fucking high, you're not nice to anyone.
She's no different, fuck-head.
"Oh…" he mumbled something, something incoherent, something under his breath, a mutterance about himself and how stupid he was acting. He didn't need to hate anyone. There had to be someone he liked, even if it was just a friend.
"And… and where we're going… its uh. The Jusco Super Store."
Nana took the time to process all the information about driving that she could. Dollie’s could do anything.
The order was processed.
”Just let me get inside first, Shun.” A little bit of back talk. A little bit of free will. She will obey the order like any other, however. The door on the drivers side was opened and she slipped inside.
Her eyes turned towards Shun. She looked down. The buckle was swiftly attached and her arms turned to rest on the wheel.
Processing.. Driving.. Turn key in ignition.
The dollie’s eyes grew more glazed then normal and her arms moved completely robotically, turning the key in the ignition. More instructions were given to her as she started to pull out, almost hitting the mailbox and a car whom honked at her.
Processing.. Car honking..
The puppetmaster had given her a rather interesting response, thus her hand reached up and the middle finger rose at the car she had almost smashed to bits and pieces.
Processing… Jusco..
Directions from her current location filled her computerized mind.
He heard the honk and saw her arm shoot out the window but couldn't pay more attention than that, his head was racing too much. He just…couldn't focus. Everything was moving too fast, everything was a blur. He sat back as far as he could in the chair, pushing his body into the still upright thing as he pressed his eyelids together so hard that beneath them his eyes raced back and forth, darting around, making his eyes twitch insanely.
He needed to relax a bit, and his fingers found themselves on the radio, changing the channel, putting on something soothing as he allowed his eyes to open. Things were better. He had gotten over the initial shock and now everything was calm, everything was good. He'd just let Nana worry about everything else.
The voice on the radio said something… something about who the song was by but he didn't pick it up, and instead, just listened to the music with a faint smile. "How're things going, everything alright?" He hoped he wasn't distracting her.
Oh dear god, would that suck.
“No one’s dead, Shun,” Nana’s lifelike voice replied. It was almost teasing, yet completely serious. You couldn’t tell was she was thinking, because she wasn’t thinking at all.
The car somehow made it down the street. A stop sign entered Nana’s vision.
Processing… Stop sign.. Stop before you pass it…
Too late, the dollie had already gone through it, more honking, more flipping off. She knew to stop at the next sign however.
And still her promised stood. No one’s dead…yet. Her head turned to her druggie user and she smiled.
The comment made him laugh and yet he still grabbed onto the small handle the was on the door, no the one to open it, but the one that stuck out of the door for no obvious reason. He watched the blur of a stop-sign go by without a care and this time when he heard honking he joined her in giving those around them the bird by shoving an arm out the window.
The wind felt nice.
Nana looked nice.
Too bad she's fake.
Robots have laser eyes.
Does Nana have laser eyes?
No, Nana can drive.
Nana was smiling.
Smiling is nice.
Flowers are nice.
I see flowers.
Drugs make me see flowers.
…Drugs are nice?
His mind was made up of incomplete thoughts, his brain not giving himself enough time to complete one before it linked itself to another and another andanotherandanotherandanotherandanotherand…
"Fuck," Shun spewed out, gripping onto his hair with his free hand. "Are we almost there, Nana? I need to get out of this fucking car…"
But he couldn't help smiling back at her.
“My information indicates that we have 10 more minutes before we arrive at Jusco, Shun.” Nana’s driving was a little bit controlled now.
She was going the speed limit and driving on the correct side of the road. And after running the tailend of a red light she now knew that if the traffic light was red, she was to stop until it turned the color green.
Though her information also told her that it was okay to run them if there were no cops or people around. Her foot was lead on the gas, her speed increased and before the ten minutes were up, she was “pulling into” the Jusco parking lot. Her parking was not as controlled as her driving and as she stopped the car an inch away from the light pole and across three spots, it was almost guaranteed that Shun would come back to his car having a little ticket in its windshield.
”We’re here, Shun.”
While she had been driving he had been messing with his hair in the seat, messing it up with both hands, flattening back down, messing it up again, mumbling things to himself in the passenger seat as he pulled his legs up to his chest. He wiggled his toes. He didn't have shoes on! Oh well... He didn't really care. Shoes, no shoes, he still had those little piggies on his feet.
Wiggle, wiggle.
It made him laugh a bit, and he took his hands away from his head and grabbed them. It was obvious, today (at least for now) the drugs had done something different for him. He was almost like a little school girl with a bad attitude and a potty mouth.
When they parked he didn't notice what she had done wrong either, and he looked at her from in between his fingers because he was hiding behind him. "Okay," his voice was serious, and he realized what he was doing. Quickly he pulled his hands away from his head and opened the door, unbuckling his seatbelt after. The asphalt underneath his feet was quite warm, but not hot enough to burn them to death. Quickly, he closed the door and looked over the car to Nana.
"When you get out, lock the door and then come with me. We've got to visit some people."
“Okay,” Nana replied, getting out and locking the door. She didn’t wonder who they were going to visit, because dollie didn’t care. Dollie wasn’t created to think, dollie was created to pretend to think.
As her feet fell onto tar and gravel her information told her that she should have shoes on, but if Shun hadn’t told her to put them on, her AI assumed that meant that it was alright. Apparently they weren’t going into Jusco.
”Lead the way, Shun.” Her hands were clasped in the front, her body was in an oh so innocent and sweet position, but dollie wasn’t.
He started walking slowly, and the small rocks underneath his feet were a slight pain, but nothing big, nothing that his drugs didn't filter out. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, checking behind him every once in a while to make sure she was still there.
No, not into Jusco.
He made his way across the parking lot, and ended up behind it, looking into the alley way with a smile. There was a group there, the same that he remembered, the same that he was told about by the camera-man. It was fortunate, to say the least. They were the reason he came here, the reason that he had brought Nana along. She'd take care of them, easy, and he didn't need to lift a fucking finger.
He wondered if they'd notice him and he doubted it, not unless he came right up and got into their faces, but he didn't plan to do that, no, he planned to stay back here and watch Nana do her work. A small sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the wall, looking at them. "Nana, do you see those men over there?" He pointed at the group, and waited for a response before he spoke next.
"Nana, command mode. Attack those men. Don't kill any of them, but make it so that none of them can get up."
Nana followed her user closely, immune to all other things, all other elements. She followed him into the alleyways behind the giant store known as Jusco. She saw the men and saw immediately that their state was weaker than they appeared.
The dollie nodded in response before the second order was received.
14:52:31 Command Mode Activated.
Her AI closed up upon itself and her eyes zeroed in on the men.
Processing… Destroy and Protect…
It was oh so easy to kill..
Yet oh so hard to keep them alive..
But dollie would do as dollie was ordered. That was one of her purposes.
She walked to the men ever so daintily and they looked at her so strangely. It was as if they had never seen such a child-like, Lolita-like woman in these parts before. There probably never had been. Her clothes were clean, and her make-up non-existent. She was no prostitute and they could see that.
”Hello,” Nana greeted, stepping even closer. The many ways to hurt these men came to mind. Her robotic body surged with power.
The men laughed and returned her greeting, leering. They didn’t even expect it as she grabbed the hair of the closest one and smashed his head into the alley’s wall. A small, innocent smile graced her face. That man fell to the ground, alive, but bleeding.
“Next?” She said, choosing words from a set amount. Her legs brought her closer to the cowering man.
Nana enjoyed fulfilling her purpose. Even if the dollie couldn’t really feel the enjoyment.
He smirked from the distance as she watched her do her work, feeling like he could hear the sickening echo of the man's face smash against the wall. Slowly he too began to walk towards them, but only fast enough to get there by the time she was going to be done with the beatings. His high made everything seem so much more extravagant, made things explode with colours as blood shoot from his face, and he sighed contently. They were frightened, so scared of her. And soon they'd learn to be scared of him as well.
Sadistic?
Maybe.
His hands slowly rose up from his sides and began to clap at the show, ignoring the other people who were checking the place out and looked on in horror, for he was, truly, enjoying every minute of his sweet, sweet fucking revenge.
Nana’s user’s clapping barely registered in her computerized mind as her mechanical body moved on to the next victim, yanking on his arm (more than likely breaking it) so she could knee him hard in the stomach.
She was doing just as her master commanded.
Little did her master know that one day it would be him withering on the ground like the man she had just attacked.
The other three wet their pants as she turned her smile towards them.
“Running is futile.” She was faster, stronger, and had much more talent then they did. She was a dollie.
She could do anything.
They all feel, bleeding and squirming. Sickening cracks of bones breaking had been heard, she had tried hard to not kill them, but one or two may lose their lives if they didn’t get help soon.
The dark haired dollie took a step back behind her user.
She had done as he had commanded.
Shun looked at them, looked at the blood the was pouring from them and smiled. It was a wicked smile, really. But he had taken such pleasure in watching Nana obliterate them, torture them like they had tortured him. He couldn't help but find his hand running over his face, running over his scars gently. They had left some when they had last met, and now he Nana had left some for them.
"I'm not sure if you remember me…" Shun started, walking past a few, only to thrust his foot onto the throat of the one who had been hitting him the most. He sneered downward at him, tucking his hair back as he leaned forward, leaned into the pressure he was putting on his throat and could hear him groan. Looks like he wasn't knocked out yet.
"Oh! You're awake? Well how fucking unfortunate." He took a step back and then brought his foot up into the air, bare, and thrust it downward as hard as he could into the man's throat. There was a loud gasp, a gripping at his throat and from the look on the man's face it seemed that Shun had done something awful to him but all he could do was smile and lean down close. "This is what you get for fucking around with me. Do it again, and you'll be dead." He stood up and his voice grew. "You all hear that? You'll be fucking dead!"
The school girl feelings he was getting in the car were gone now. Now…now he was sadistic. Now he was hurtful. Now he hated everyone except his new pet. Except Nana.
He built up saliva in his mouth and looked down, spitting it onto the face of the man with the crushed windpipe and began to walk away, taking Nana's hand and bringing her with him in tow.
"Let's go home, Nana."