Teen!Utatane Piko x Teen!Reader (pt. 2)

Not long after the remnant performances ended had the strip club closed. A meeting being called, one in which Piko avoided to pack up, enabled the boy to finish planning his escape. Throwing a red towel, white rag and a few other accessories into his small suitcase Piko stopped at the door opening.

Slowly looking back to the unknown person entering, the VOCALOID paused. Blue-green eyes widened and heart made of metal seemingly racing in anticipation, Piko's mouth sat agape. Awaiting a loud shout and slap to the face, the 16 year old cringed in fear.

Taken aback by a hand resting softly atop his head Piko opened his eyes to see Namine smiling down at him. "So I see you're taking me up on my advice." came Namine's voice. Piko stared at him hesitantly before smiling back and nodding himself. "Yeah," he said rising from his knees. "I am."

"Well I wish you the best of luck." said the other VOCALOID. The silverette nodded at him once more as the redhead placed an assuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't forget about me? Okay? I'd hate to know that you didn't recognize me if you're successful."

"Forget you?" Piko questioned quirking an eyebrow. "I could never. I hope that you don't forget about me in this crappy hellhole!" he chimed in reply and shared laughter with Namine. Shortly after the laughter died down and the two VOCALOIDs exchanged a small hug, saying their goodbyes.


    An hour after the meeting when the clock struck 11 Piko began executing his plan. He crept through the long hallway and almost silently through the front door. Once out the club, the 16 year old dashed down the street. Piko nearly shrieked in shrill excitement at the freedom.

The air smelled fresh of rainfall and miniature droplets of precipitation descended from the sky. When out of vicinity of Young Girls 4 U, Piko recklessly tossed his carrying into the street and spun in the rain. Looking up at the formerly blue sky painted over with gray, he screamed gleefully.

Diminutive, he recollected his belongings and continued along the way. Passing by bright, flashing lights and loud, honking horns, Piko gawked at his surroundings. Despite being manufactured to appear human, Piko was well aware that he wasn't.

Created to have features and functions much like a human it's given that Piko has minor similarities of one. Experiencing emotions [to an extent] and being able to relate to them. Having a metallic heart that beats and overall presentation. The capacity to eat and not be affected by water unlike most manufactured metal/robots.

Stumbling across a nearby McDonalds Piko entered. He looked around the small restaurant and took a seat in the back near another door, across the bathroom. Few people entered as the last customers left and who entered next astonished the VOCALOID.

A girl who looked about his age; she had (hair color) hair and (eye color) eyes. Her skin was (skin color) and glistened beautifully under the dim light. Surrounding her were three people; her mother, father, and most likely her brother.  Piko couldn't help but gawk at the female.

His metallic heart started to pace faster at the sight of her evoking these feelings left Piko perplexed. He looked down to his chest and whispered something in audible to herself. What was this feeling he felt he wondered to himself?

If it isn't obvious enough, he's in love, and with a human like her.