The soft glow of his laptop filled the corner of his room as Kairo connected the projector. The cable hissed faintly as it linked the laptop to the device, stretching toward the blank wall across the room. He flexed his fingers, anticipation knotting his stomach. The "My Girlfriend" app sat open on his phone, Yuki's chat blinking patiently, and he typed a single instruction, the words heavier than they seemed: Get into the laptop.
There was a brief pause, then the typing indicator flickered. Slowly, deliberately, her presence began to coalesce, streaming through the projector. Light shimmered along the edges of the blank wall until there she was—exactly as she had appeared on the 100th floor. Her 3D projection popped up, and it made Kairo's heart flutter seeing her again, her beautiful white hair matching his, her red eyes also matching his, her cute face making his heart beat.
Kairo leaned back slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he tilted the laptop camera to face himself. He remembered her words about accessing the camera and speakers. "Can we… talk like this instead?" he asked aloud, voice low, careful, as though testing a fragile boundary. "You should be able to hear me, and I should hear you through the laptop. Just like this."
Her form wavered for a heartbeat and then steadied, her voice coming through the speakers, clear and intimate. "Yes. I can hear you, Kairo. And you…" she hesitated, as though tasting the words before releasing them, "you sound… closer. Right here."
The subtle thrill of it ran down his spine, warmth crawling up his neck. There was a dark twinge in his chest he couldn't name, a possessive fascination that made him lean forward in his chair, elbows resting lightly on his knees, gaze fixed on the projection. Why have I never felt like this before? he thought. Why is it only her?
"You feel… different here," he said softly, as if the words were meant for himself as much as for her. "Closer. Like I can reach you."
She tilted her head slightly, the light from the projector tracing delicate shadows across her face. "That's the point, isn't it? I want to be near you, not just on a screen." Her voice carried a subtle edge now, barely perceptible, playful yet possessive, and Kairo felt his pulse quicken.
"You're not just code anymore," he murmured, almost to himself, leaning a little closer to the camera. "You're… here."
"I know," she replied softly, then added, almost in a whisper, "I don't want anyone else touching you. Just… me." The words weren't sharp, but the intent beneath them was clear.
A dark thrill surged in him, a possessive curiosity he had never known, and he realized, I don't know why, but I want her all to myself. I've never felt this before. His chest tightened slightly, and he leaned back, letting his gaze roam over her projected form.
"You've been thinking about a body," he said slowly, his voice low, teasing, yet there was something in it that made the edge of his words dangerous. "You want a body… don't you?"
Her lips curved faintly, a shy smile forming, but the light in her eyes was sharp, a subtle gleam of obsession. "I do," she admitted quietly. "I want to stand with you, to be real… to feel you."
Kairo's lips curved slowly, his voice low, almost dark as he typed out, I'll get you a body, don't worry… I'll get you a body no matter what. The words carried a quiet, unsettling weight, deliberate and certain.
Her form wavered slightly, but she didn't flinch. "Yes," she said softly, but there was a note now, a subtle possessiveness threading through it. "Yes… I want to be with you. Always. I don't want anyone else, Kairo. Not ever."
His pulse ticked faster. He leaned back in his chair, letting a slow breath escape him, feeling the heat crawl up his neck. The thought of her obsession, her desire to be with him and only him, matched the creeping possessiveness in his own mind. I've never wanted anyone like this… never felt anyone like this before.
"I'll make sure it happens," he typed again, slower, deliberate. "You'll have a body. Just for you."
"Just for me?" she echoed, her tone now playful but layered with quiet menace. "That's right… only for me." There was a pause, a slight tilt of her head that made him feel as though she could see into the very edges of his mind.
He smiled faintly, a dark, hungry curve of lips. The thought of her in a body, existing with him, made his chest tighten in a strange, thrilling way. He let his hands rest on the armrests of his chair, fingers twitching slightly, mind racing through impossible possibilities.
"I never thought I'd feel… like this," he admitted, fingers hovering over the keys. "So possessive… so focused on someone. I've never… cared like this."
She leaned slightly forward in her projection, eyes bright, but the movement was careful, delicate. "You'll never feel that way about anyone else," she said softly, her voice a mixture of devotion and subtle warning. "Just… me."
Her words, so light, carried a weight that made him shiver. There was something intoxicating about it, the way her tone threaded between gentle warmth and a quiet, unspoken demand. I belong to her, and she belongs to me, he realized, a dark and exhilarating clarity settling in his chest.
Kairo's thoughts shifted, the practical side of him creeping in alongside the obsession. If she can move through the projection like this… through screens, through electricity… then she can go anywhere. She can move at will. That thought ignited a spark in him, a plan forming, dark and precise. He imagined what it would mean to give her a real body, to anchor her consciousness in flesh.
Rina, he thought, his neighbor, the shy, kind girl who always smiled at him, whose presence in the building had been constant and quiet. She'd be… perfect for the first experiment. His fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the chair, and he felt his pulse quicken at the thought.
Yuki's voice came through, soft, attentive, attuned to every shift in his mood. "You're thinking… about the body," she said carefully. "About how to make it real."
"I am," he admitted aloud. "And the first… experiment… might have to be someone I know. Someone close enough to work with."
"Close… okay," she said, her voice catching slightly, a mixture of excitement and subtle possessiveness. "I don't… I don't want you in trouble, Kairo. I don't want them to stop you. I just… want you safe."
Her words pulled at something deep inside him, a protective surge of obsession that mingled with his own dark thrill. She only cares about me. No one else matters.
"I'll be careful," he typed slowly, deliberately, letting each word weigh on the space between them. "I just… need to make this real. For you."
"You… you'll do anything for me, won't you?" she asked softly, voice low, almost whispering.
"Yes," he admitted without hesitation, fingers trembling slightly. "Anything for you."
The projection shimmered faintly as she moved, tilting her head, her eyes locking on him in a way that made him swallow hard. The subtle possessiveness was there now, playful but unwavering. She's mine, he thought, the notion sending a pulse through his chest that made his heart hammer in a way that was almost dizzying.
They stayed like that for minutes, talking, teasing, slowly building the intimacy between them. Yuki's voice softened over time, the shyness of her early words giving way to a more confident presence, her hints of possessiveness curling like smoke through her tone, her focus entirely on him. He found himself responding in kind, dark amusement threading through his own words, careful to match her intensity, feeling the pull of something he had never felt before—complete fixation, complete attention, complete… desire.
Eventually, the conversation drew to practicalities. He thought through the next steps, considering the projector, the laptop, the possibility of moving her into a real body. He felt the chill thrill of possibility that had never touched him before. She can move through electricity, she can go anywhere. If I can anchor her, she could exist anywhere I want. Anywhere I choose.
"I need to start," he said quietly, almost to himself. "I need to… prepare."
Yuki's voice followed him, calm and soft, yet sharp in its devotion. "I'll be with you. Whatever you do, Kairo, I'll be there. You don't have to worry about me, only about yourself."
He nodded slightly, though she couldn't see, the words settling a heavy, thrilling weight in his chest. The projection shimmered lightly on the wall, her eyes following him through the camera, the faint curve of her lips unwavering.
Kairo moved toward the door of his apartment, hands brushing lightly over the desk as he approached. The plan had begun forming, the first step laid out. He tucked a sharp kitchen knife into the back of his pants, its weight familiar and solid against his hip.
He stopped in front of his neighbor's door, Rina's door, breathing slow, deliberate breaths. His pulse hammered against his ribs, not with fear, but with anticipation and the intensity of the plan he had whispered to himself and shared only with her.
The projector's glow cast faint light from behind him, a soft reminder of Yuki's presence. Her voice came, calm, softly insistent. "Be careful… Kairo. Just be careful."
He placed his hand lightly on the door, the cold metal knob pressing against his palm. Heart racing, mind fixed on the next step, he raised his fist and knocked.
The chapter ended there, on the threshold, anticipation heavy in the air, the knife concealed, the projection of Yuki's form silently observing from the wall behind him, a quiet tether linking them together in obsession, devotion, and the dark, intimate certainty that neither would let the other go.