H.E.A.R.T

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I was slightly depressed on my reviews. I saw loads of people clicked this story, I’m guessing to read. And only a handful reviewed... Yes, those very few. You know who you are. And I love you to pieces. But when I do not receive a vote, nor a review I get a little... Well... Sad.
It makes me think that you have lost interest, perhaps it just wasn’t as good as you thought. So please. Say something if you have any amount of time.

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Now for those of who still care (even if you do not make yourself known) Here is the lovely chapter 4!

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Opening my eyes I was greeted with a very dim room. Where was I?
Sitting up I recognized my surroundings as my living room. I was on the couch, perhaps I had fallen asleep? Standing I pulled down my shirt gently as it had rolled up and peered around the room. It was so... Quiet.
My home was NEVER this quiet. There was always something. The AC/Heat the dishwasher, the laundry in the dryer. Something had always made noise in this home. But at this moment... It was a dead silence.
The lights were even all off.
Fear rippled into my brain as I thought of a possible intruder in my home.
Quietly making my way to the kitchen I snatched a knife from the holder Holding it in front of me defensively I took a peek at the door which was a entry to my home.
It seemed to be still locked and shut tight.
“Azale?” I called quietly. Somehow finding comfort in knowing if he was here or not. But when I heard nothing I started to Panic.
What if he had tried to defend me? What if he was killed? Oh poor Azale.. He didn’t deserve that... I had even just been mean to him what? A few hours ago?

Gulping I pushed the bathroom door open gently. Nothing was inside. “A-Azale?” I called again images of him sprawled out dead on my carpet kept lashing though my mind. A sad expression plastered on his face... So... Lifeless.
“Azale!” I called louder this time you could hear the fear in my voice. I was so scared that he was dead that he was cold that he wa-

“Yes Jamie?” Jumping I spun around to see Azale standing behind me. A confused expression on his face as I held out the knife defensively.
Once realizing who it was I let out a giant sigh. “Azale! What the hell?? What’s going on in here? And where were you?!”

Blinking Azale tilted his head a bit. “The electricity went off. And it wouldn’t come back on. I had went next door to see if the neighbors had power, it seems the whole street is out.”

Staring at him I lifted a finger to his face. “Don’t you EVER go outside without me knowing again got it? I was worried! I was afraid someone had killed you in my house!”

A small smirk like smile crossed over the Heart’s lips.
“ You were worried about me?” Azale then took a step forward. Slipping the knife from my hands he laced his fingers into it and hummed a little. Kissing my forehead. “ I didn’t know I meant so much to you.”

Blushing I blinked as he continued to kiss my forehead. His lips trailing from that spot to each of my temples. Than eventually my nose.
Why did he do this? One second he was as innocent as a 1 year old. And the next he was treating me like his lover.
Suddenly letting out a gasp I felt his arm slither around my waist holding me to him. He was so warm, so smooth.
“So... Were you worried about me?”
Shivering I thought about it in my head.
Was I truly worried about him? I suppose I could have told him no... Protested against the mere thought of worrying about him. But... Somehow that seemed wrong.
“Maybe...” I answered blushing as he let out a chuckle. “ Ah... See that’s exactly what I needed.”
Blinking I tilted my head to look up at him. And On his face seemed to be this strange protective yet loving expression.

“ I always knew you were the submissive one... But you never admitted it. Or showed anything that expressed you care.”
Smiling he wrapped both his arms around my waist. “ I’m so happy to know that you at least care a little.” Blushing even more I coughed. “ Yeah well um... er... Yeah.”
Chuckling again he let me go. “ I was doing the dishes before the power went out. But it seems I cant do them anymore..” Looking back at the kitchen he stared there for a moment. And for the first time in my life I actually felt the stir of butterflies. Like a small crush of nerves had decided to make there home in my stomach.
Clearing my throat I looked at the bedroom door. “Oh... Well you don’t need a dishwasher to do dishes...” I said in a monotone.

For a moment he seemed as if he was going to question me. But no voice came out of his lips as he turned around and headed to the kitchen.
Starring at him I followed, to only see him stand before the sink and start to do the dishes by hand.
Wow, guilt trip. I had pretty much just told him to do all my dishes by hand.
“Ah... You don’t... Have to do them. We can wait till the power comes on.”
Turning his head he looked at me. “ But Jamie, I don’t need the power to do them.”
Scrunching up my face a little I sighed and held up my hand. “ Fine, then I um... Order you not to do dishes till the power comes back on.”

For a moment Azale didn’t even move, I almost wondered if I had pissed it off.
“ If that’s what you want.” He said quietly washing the soap off his hands and turning around to face me.
Blushing lightly I nodded a little. “ Yeah... I mean. Its a lot easier to do the dishes with a dishwasher anyway...” Azale didn’t say anything, he only nodded slightly. He almost seemed like I had smacked him or something. Which I didn’t... Clearly.

Oh I hated these moments. It was so awkward...
“ So... um... Yeah.... I’m going to... Call my dad.” Nodding I went to reach for the phone then stopped. “ Oh... Right.” Instead I then reached down into my pocket pulling out my green cell phone I searched though the contacts. Azale had his head facing the ground, clearly confused on what he was supposed to be doing.

After dialing my father I waited a few moments before his deep voice picked up. “ Hey dad!” I said as excited as I possibly could. My father who noticed this answered in a almost... What? Mischievous tone?
“ You got the Heart didn’t you?”
“ Heh... Yeah I did dad. He’s... Neat.”
My father chuckled at that and I could hear rustling papers near him.

“ Of course he’s neat! Have you tried him out yet? Is he good?”
Blinking I gave the phone a weird expression. “ Uh, I guess. He’s a great cook.”
“ Oh... So you haven’t... Broken him yet?”
With a even weirder expression I answered. “ Uh... No. I don’t think he’s easy to brake..”
A loud chuckle was heard and I had to pull he phone away so I wouldn’t bust my ear drum.
“ That’s my boy! Trying to break him into pieces in the bed!”
My eyes went wide then. “ Wait what?! No!!! I haven’t had SEX with him!”

Azale lifted his head up at this and a small smile erupted on his lips as he walked over to Jamie and the cell phone.

“You haven’t?! Well why not! There made to take it you know! Or... You take them, whichever you prefer!”
Chokeing my face in a red blush I shook my head. “ Ah no, I haven’t done that yet. Its ok. I’ll er... um... Try him later.”
A rustle of papers was heard again as I heard the phone shift. “ Well don’t wait too long. Holding in all that cant be good for you... An-”

My dad was cut off by my gasp that escaped my lips as a warm hand slithered under my shirt twirling its heated fingers around my belly button. “ S-stop!” I said suddenly slightly squirming as Azale laughed in a very... Erotic? Manner.
“ Try me out latter hum??... Wouldn’t it be me trying you?”

“What’s going on?” I heard my dad say though the phone as I glared at Azale.
“ N-nothing. Nothing at all. So um. What were you saying?”
Pushing on Azale’s hand it stopped playing with my belly but stayed wrapped around me.
Releasing a small aggravated huff I let him stay there. Only because if I made any other weird sounds my father would think I was in the middle of having sex with him.... While I even called...

“ So what does he look like? Oh don’t tell me. I want to see for myself!”
Nodding I smiled. “ Yes, I had called to ask when you were coming down, so I could show you him.”
I heard a humm on the other line and a answer soon followed. “ Three days? That will give you enough time to get buttered up for him.”
Blushing again I coughed and nodded. “ Okay yeah. Three days. That works for me!”
I heard a small comment on the other line, but I couldn’t focus as another hand joined the first one. Them clasping together and holding me to a body behind me.
“Um what? Never mind don’t tell me. I’ll just talk to you later okay?”
After saying out good byes I slammed the phone shut and turned around with a deep blush on my face. “ Are you crazy! That was my dad... He probably thought you were molesting me over the phone!”

Azale chuckled at that, the pitches in his voice making my spine shiver.
“ Ah, but isn’t that what you wanted? To make him think we were... fucking?”
With my eyes wide I tried to squirm out of his grip as he continued to talk.
“And My dearest Jamie... It is not Molesting in less it is against the willing... And you don’t seem to be protesting much...”

Gasping I pushed him away and pulled my shirt down trying to regain my composure. “ Yeah well.. Well You try having a guy rub your stomach and being all erotic while your on the phone!”
Azale smiled at this. “ I wouldn’t mind if you were the one doing it.”
My mouth opened a little at that. “ Oh god...” Rubbing my head I looked up and gave him a weird expression.

“Why the hell do you keep changing moods? Once second your happy the other your sad and next thing I know your... your... Ready to get me into bed like were lovers!”

Tilting his head The heart took a step forwards.
“ But we are lovers Jamie. And I cannot help it if I am achieving mixed signals from you. I cannot adapt to how you want me to be... I constantly must shift to make you happy...”

Starting at him I shook my head. “ Wait what? Your changing moods so much because your trying to pretty much mold a personality that I will like??”

Azale looked to the ground slowly. “ Yes, its what we are taught. We are to make you happy, no matter how much change we must endure. Or how many times we must reprogram our abilities or likes...”

Starring I took a step closer. “ I’m sorry... Don’t... Don’t do that. Just... I don’t know. Do you even have a original personality?”

Azale’s eyes seemed to panic slightly at that statement and he took a step back.
“ Y-yes... But we are not supposed to have one. I am...” He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before looked at me with a sad expression.

“ I am cheap. Because I am defective. My eyes are meant to be blue, my favorite color lime when it is aqua my skills are to include carpentry as it includes cooking instead.”

Tears started to well up in his eyes slowly. “ You have acquired a defective Heart, that they sold to you for a very cheap price. I am sorry you were riped off Jamie. Please... Now that you know my original circuits feel free to brake me.”

Starring I smiled and let out a laugh. “ Your kidding!”
Azale looked up at me slowly his eyes on the brink of crying. “ No...”

Shaking my head I reached out and grabbed his hand. “ Your not defective. Your special. The thing that your saying that the others don’t have... That you do. Its called. ‘Free will’.”
“ But... How in the world are robots given free will?”

Azale’s eyes lightened slightly as he reached up with the hand I wasn’t holding and touched the eyelid of his eyes. “ When they were creating me... Something went wrong. My brainwaves which we all have were set differently And after that, chaos. My eyes shifted and I could feel pain, my whole body was being crossed with two separate waves, they couldn’t both be in my mind but somehow the defective one won. So my body changed.... After me. They worked on the machine for months. And after a bit they put out the Second updated Heart... They were normal... I was left. I was told to sit in the room as a example of a defective, but soon I was told to be sold. Yet... No one wanted me. I wouldn’t want me, I don’t look human, not like how I’m supposed too...”

I cut him off with a small hug. “ Azale... Your more human then those things are...”
Freezing up for a moment I felt his arms wrap around me holding me in a careful embrace.

“ But when you looked at me... The only person to ever look at me. To Ever care... I thought that maybe I was a good Heart.... Maybe I wasn’t defective.... But now... But now you know I’m defective and... and...”

Shaking my head I pulled it away from his shoulder and for the first time I felt a connection. Maybe Azale wasn’t a pure Heart after all.
He didn’t want to obey me. He had other interests, he could chose on his own... He was.... Pretty damn human.

“ No. I’m going to keep you. On one condition!”

Azale’s eyes widened the stay tears being whipped from his face by his hand. “What? Jamie? Anything!”

“ On the condition you act like yourself. The thing or whatever it is that you weren’t taught. I want you to be... Yourself.”

Nodding Azale flew his arms around Jamie and smiled a giant Smile. Hugging to tight Jamie could hardly breathe.

“ I promise.... But... I want you to know. The day when I told you I would protect you, and love you... And keep you safe... I meant it.”

Smiling Jamie kept his arms wrapped around Azale. His head pressed to the Hearts chest.

It felt right, in some odd way. Like how his body had been screaming ‘ I told you so!’
Even if he listened... He could Hear Azale’s heart. The heart made of wires and chips. But beating with a different cause. He wasn’t a robot.. He was a flaw in mankind.
And Jamie loved it.....

Too bad things wouldn’t always be so warm and cuddly for him....
To Bad Azale didn’t know it ether.....


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That the end of chapter 4!!!!!!
A little sneak peek of further chapters there at the end.
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And heres responses to Few reviewers! Love you!!!

Kylee: I agree! He did need to lighten up. But i think in this chapter they kind of... Bonded. Don’t you think?

Tdorian: Yes, you were correct, Azale does have feelings and is much more then all those chips and wires. Im am happy you like it so far though. Thank you!

And THAT is all my reviewers, thank you so much you two, for reviewing me, And thank you Voters!!! Your votes speak where the reviews do not.

Please don't quit Reviewing me, I understand i do take a bit to let these out, But as long as i have one person Enjoying this, and they let me know. I will write this story for them, I will not be one of those who just Quits a story.
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