Robot {OHSHC Fan Fiction}

Prologue:

A song echoes through my mind. I watch silently as bubbles of water escape from my mouth. Too weak to fight the darkness around me, watching the flames of a fire overhead. My lungs burn from lack of oxygen, my heart thuds painfully in my chest. 

I find my eyes closing slowly and a loud ringing starts in my ears.

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I sit up quickly and find myself awake. My hand slams down on the alarm clock silencing it instantly. It's habit that I'd gained over the past few years. 

This time I do not break the alarm clock. My alert eyes scan the time on the cracked screen. 6:15.

Lady Cyura will awake soon. I should get ready.

I pushed myself up and shoved myself off the bed. I ran a hand through my short brown and black highlighted hair. I sighed and stood up, retrieving the uniform that the Master had left on the chair. 

It was a soft blue color, and I didn't like it one bit. However, what choice do I have? That's right. None. I am Lady Cyura's shadow. Her bodyguard. And She is my reason for survival. However...

She's such a baby some times, she can never do things alone, and she never stops talking.

"Veeerroooo!!!" Lady Cyura's voice called through the hallway. I opened the door to the hallway and walked out fully dressed to see her in her nightgown.

"Yes, Lady Cyura?" I grumbled.

"My hair is a mess, come help me brush it." I was going to retort sarcastically but her glare silenced me. I sighed and followed the long haired dirty-blondie into her room. On her large queen sized bed layed the yellow puffy dress, as required by the school.

She sat down in a chair in front of the mirror and began applying mascara and eyeliner. I took the hairbrush and softly brushed the ends of her hair without bothering her. She finished her make up fairly quickly. Cyura has become accustomed to it. She doesn't even need much. She's beautiful as is.

I moved up closer to her scalp as I continued brushing the tangles out of her long wavey hair. 

"Ow." 

"Sorry." I growled, half heartily.

"Vero, how many times have I told you to be careful with brushing my hair?" Cyura asked giving me an unimpressed look from the mirror. I see my face is still scary from the mirror. The piercings on my eyebrow and lip makes me look intimidating and scary. The piercings on my ears are presents and show my progress through the ranks in the old gangs from Korea, during my last mission.

"Vero!" She snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Right." I said somewhat monotone rolling my eyes. I know but sometime's Cyura is annoying and I tend to... forget.

Soon the tangles were out and she was ready.

"Okay, Vero. You can go now, wait for me downstairs. Let me get this dress on." She stated.

"Will you need help with the zipper?" I asked glaring down at the bright colored dress. 

Seeing all those bright colors will give me shitty headaches, and if I hear anymore high pitched voices like in the old school in Korea, I think I'll have to kill myself. 

"No, I'm fine." She said giving me a smile and I nodded and left her room. When I found myself in the kitchen, taking the boxed lunch a hand was put on my shoulder. I reflexively grabbed it and spun it around the person's shoulder. I let it go the instant I connected it with it's body.