Kiseki

"Open your eyes," said he, with the white cloak and the soft glowing golden locks, his hands as cold as a winter's day. "Good morning," peeped through the soft lips of the adolescent, plastered with the same features and face as the man in the white cloak.

"Do you know who I am?" Asked the man of marble, crouching down to be with level to the child as his shoes squeak against the floor. "You are my professor." The professor plopped his hand on her head, patting her for remembering who he was.

"Is the system working properly?"

"No problem."

"A name, you need a name." said the professor, as he stood with a finger on his chin, searching for ideas for a name. "Ki-kiseki. Yes." The professor came to a realization, to name her Kiseki, or "Miracle" in Japanese. "Kiseki…" As Kiseki hesitated to ask a question, she looked down and moved one foot other the other. "Hey, Kiseki, what's wrong?"

"Who am I?" An awkward silence, as Kiseki starting wondering about her existence, her purpose, why is she there?

"I'll tell you one day, kiddo."

"No! Tell me now!" She grasped his cloak, slowly ripping it with her fingers, was she really this strong?

"Do you really want to know?" said the professor, as he was lightening Kiseki's grasp on his cloak, which would've been his 4th cloak that would've broken this week. "Yes, I do professor."

"I've always wanted to create mechanical items, you see. A machine, an android, call it what you will. They fascinate me, and so I've wanted to make them, but with many failed attempts."

"What does that have to do with me? Do you want me to help you build your androids?" The professor softly sighed. For a moment, it looked like if his eye was wet, but what do they call those?

"No Kiseki, my dear. It would cause you pain upon your he- actually, never mind."

"Tell me professor!" demanded the short blonde, at the top of her lungs.

"Android." Kiseki sighed in disbelief for a brief moment, "Is this guy for real?" the blonde thought for a second. "It's true. You have no beating heart, like I do, you have a microchip so you can think and talk, and all the other things you can do at the very moment. You also have a super natural strength, which I do not know where it comes from, but oh well. Also, you can't feel, you're empty. Another failed attempt to make the perfect android."

"W-what? I'm a robot? Just a machine, and I have no use…do I?"

"Well, you can always try messing around with my computer, I have a heart replica made for you, but I don't think you can withstand the weight of the feelings, and the heart itself. It's far too much for you."

"So, I can't experience the things you feel? I'm just a cold and dark shell?" Kiseki started to feel a breeze pass her by, blowing away her, now obviously fake "hair", while breathing in the oxygen that filled the tank at the bottom of where her stomach is supposed to be.

"Sometimes, I find it best that way."

100 years later

"Father…" Kiseki sighed, as she was forced to watch the professor's body to deteriorate. "Am I nothing? Nothing at all? Father, what are the answers that you never gave me? I feel, like a monster. A true and utter monster, make it stop!"

Soon enough, she spotted blueprints in the professor's dirty, ripped white cloak. "Is this… what is this?" She slightly unfolds the diagram, of seems to be an image of Kiseki, but what's that, on the left side of her chest? And why is it glowing like a never ending shooting star?

"Kokoro.." Kokoro, heart/mind in Japanese, the missing puzzle piece to Kiseki's structure.

"Well, you can always try messing around with my computer, I have a heart replica made for you, but I don't think you can withstand the weight of the feelings, and the heart itself. It's far too much for you." Kiseki gasped, as she remembered those last words, the one's she truly remembered leaving the professor, no, her father's lips.

She quickly turns to the computer room, synthetic hair flowing in her face, glowing with hope or wonder, maybe.

"I don't think you can withstand the weight of the feelings," echoed in her metal head, should she do it? She can finally be free.

She walks over to the computer room, and locates the heart that she has been longing for, Kokoro.

"I'm doing this for you."

She placed her hand over the screen, where the heart was. Tears, so that's what they were called. Happiness, what he brought me, love is what he showed me.

Every part of her started glowing, like the morning sun. Even her synthetic hair, it flowed with her every movement like the waves of the ocean. And, her mouth started stretching from ear to ear, it's called smiling, right?

"Kokoro" whispered Kiseki, eyes widening with the thrill of having a heart.

She smiled and laughed the whole day, singing nothing but songs of her new found kokoro. "I dedicate this to you, father." Each and every one of her songs contained the professor in it, oh how she loved his company, until he shortly passed away thereafter.

The dead of night came, and of course Kiseki was still up prancing around and about, until she realized that her eyelids felt heavy. "So…heavy, w-why?" She decided to go lay down, thinking nothing of the past few hours that she had obtained a heart. She smiled the widest smile, bright white teeth, and nothing but the happiness that surrounded her.

"Arigato, arigato." Murmured Kiseki, "Father..."

She shortened, it was true. The weight of the heart was far too much for her, kokoro is something an android can't withstand, something so powerful. She never moved again, however at the very last moment her face was still filled with a smile. And she really…she really did look like an angel.

"Arigato…father."

She really is a miracle, a kiseki.