That piano…

It doesn't really bother me anymore, the way she plays the piano just when I'm about to pass the point of sleeping and transcending to what people call "sleeping in". Sometimes, I'll even just lay awake in bed… Waiting until I hear the tell-tale flutter of her fingers working the piano over with so much precision that she really can't be human.

She isn't. She's an android, for people who aren't familiar with my lifestyle. Somehow, I find myself telling her this fact constantly. It should hurt her feelings, if she has any. Telling her every other day is more to remind myself that she's just an android.

Because to me, she's not just an android. No, I don't consider her human, either. She's something so much more than either of those… Androids aren't supposed to have feelings. Appliances don't reflect human emotions. Yet somehow, she's shown me- Proven to me that they do. Or maybe she is different. Maybe she's surpassed what it is to be an android and gained everything a human should be. She might be caught in a limbo between woman and machine, and she might be crushed by the cruelty of reality.

I can't deny that my heart broke for her a little, just now. A surge of longing passes me over like a crashing wave. I want her to be happy, if possible. I want her to stay here with me, in this dismal manner where the dress code is black. She always teases me for it, but I'm a creature of habit.

It's so hard to break habits, you know? I thought that the ache in my chest was a habit… No, I'm not that stupid… I tried to convince myself that it was a bad habit that I needed to kick. Who starts bad habits just because of a person though?

Oops, there I go. I just called her a person. This train of thought is heading towards a forbidden zone fast. So I think I'll officially wake up now.

I expected myself to open the door into the hallway, walking at a speedy pace until I reach the piano foyer, where all of the sudden it looks like my body has shifted into another time dimension. Feigning grogginess as I rounded the corner, I caught sight of her. I open my mouth to complain, but stop myself to observe her in silence. It's the least bit of indulgence I can give myself before launching off with my routine as-per-usual.

It's impossible to say that she hadn't noticed me. She has sensors, so she knew I was there. Maybe she decided to hold back from beginning the day too, but either way, she continued to play. The song she plays swells to it's climax, spilling over me. She really is a genius of the piano... It's just the mornings. I can't help wanting to sleep in, right?

My attention shifted from the music to the enigma whose fingers glided over the black and white keys as if they were born to be there. She appeared almost human, her eyes closed as if relishing the feeling of pouring her entire being into that moment of grace. It's time like these when I love her the most.

Without thinking, I closed the distance. The next thing I knew, her eyes were open, not staring through me as they usually did in the mornings. It was more inquisitive, as if she had no desire to collect any sort of data on my mannerisms as a human. Maybe she was genuinely curious as to why the traditions of the early hours had been broken.

It's a little cliché… But my heart, my soul burns for you.

The silence broke with the sudden screech of the bench being pushed back, and I sat down beside her. We moved the seat back in, my knees brushing the underbelly of the piano. I felt her beside me, our sides touching. Her fingers rushed again to the keys, only this time playing a simpler and softer melody. Even closer than I was before, I looked on. Silence.

Just for you.

I still don't know what song it was that she played. Every morning now, we take one more step in our routine. It's just another addition to our daily tradition, but sitting with her and watching her play is mostly what I wake up for now.

We have reached… An understanding.

The End.

Disclaimer: I don't own Big O. Don't kill meeee

Author's Note: Yes, I'm making a second part to this. I really want to.