The Last, LOVE SONG from our planet

My entry for the IDOLiSH7 Flash Bang 2019! My paired artist was Izukaty, and you can check out her work on Twitter under the username izukaty_noodle~!
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When Riku’s eyes opened that morning, he hoped that something new would happen today. Something to break the endless cycle of normality that he had grown used to. He stepped out of bed and looked over at the little flower plot that was sitting on the table, right next to its watering can. Riku walked over to the pot and gave it a sad smile.

“You still haven’t bloomed today, have you Iori?” Riku picked up the pot. Riku wasn’t sure what kind of plant Iori was. Touma hadn’t told him when he gave it to him shortly before Riku’s temporary shutdown. Riku picked up the watering can sitting next to Iori and gave it some water.

“I wonder if anyone needs help.” Riku said to himself. He set down Iori’s watering can and walked back to his bed. He sat down on the edge, and gave access for his small, little antenna to come out from its hiding place amongst the rest of his software. Instantly, the antenna began searching for some sort of signal. As the familiar sound of beeping filled the room, Riku hopped something would be caught in the searching radio waves. As usual, there was nothing.

Riku sighed as his antenna returned among the software. Maybe some mail arrived?

At the thought of reading a message, Riku jumped off the bed and looked in the mailbox that was inside the bunker he called home. The box was two sided, with one side opening outwords and the other inwords. Riku smiled as he looked through it, only for that smile to fade into a frown at the empty box.

“Nothing new this morning Iori.” Riku said as he closed the mail flap. “I hope Touma-san comes home soon.” Riku stood up straight and walked back to Iori. The flower pot didn’t do anything, and didn’t say anything. It was just a potted plant, a brown, potted plant with the name ‘Iori’ written on it in white, almost faded chalk.

“Sometimes I wish you could talk Iori.” Riku said, picking up the pot. “I hope you didn’t die, Touma-san would be mad if you did.” Riku walked back to his bed, and sat down. “I wonder what kind of person you would be if you could talk. I hope you’d be nice, like Touma-san!”

Iori didn’t do anything, as expected of a plant. Riku sighed and set Iori down on the bed. He fell onto his back, careful not to knock Iori over. The last thing he wanted to do was spill dirt on his bed. He was still worried about Touma, who had disappeared during the time Riku had been inactive. He wasn’t sure how long he had been shut down; it could have been a few days, maybe weeks, possibly months or even years. It wasn’t like he would age; he was an android after all, unlike Touma who was human. Riku’s last memory with his creator was when there was a really bad storm outside of their little shelter. Riku was in the middle of repairs when the power had gone out. Touma had stepped away to reset the circuit breaker, and during that time Riku had experienced a system failure, forcing his parts to shutdown. The next thing he knew, he woke up completely fine, with only Iori, his watering can and the ever empty mailbox. Touma had left, without a word and without a note. Even if it wasn’t his creator, Riku would be nervous about the disappearance of someone close to him without any clues as towhere they went. Riku hoped Touma was safe.

The android turned his head to look at Iori. “Do you think we should go to get him, Iori?”

As usual, the plant said nothing. “We can’t just sit around and do nothing!” Riku said, abruptly sitting up. “What if Touma-san’s in danger?” He wasn’t sure why he was trying to make conversation with a plant. “That’s it, I’ve made up my mind, we’re going to go get Touma-san!”