Note: I own nothing. Hey readers my computer broke down and I just got a new one. Sorry for how long it has been since I last updated. To make it up to you all, I have done a massive rewrite of the story and hopefully it will be more awesome than before with an added chapter of shopping with San and Britt. Now on with the show and enjoy, as always reviews are welcomed and encouraged.
Chapter one: An Oscar is cheap for a wish.
"The beach is a good place for a vacation; a hot spring is a good place for a vacation, even camping is a good way to spend a vacation, but L.A. really." Wantanuki muttered petulantly as he unpacked the bags.
"I'm going out Wantanuki please be sure to keep Mokona out of trouble," Yuko said leaving the large hotel suit. She then started walking to a nearby apartment complex. She walked up to a door shrouded in a lack of balance causing a void.
'What the hell is going on here?' Yuko thought as she used her walking stick to ring the doorbell under the gold number one zero seven.
The door opened revealing a beautiful blonde with blue eyes and a wide relived smile.
"Hi Yuko, how's Mokona?" Brittany asked letting Yuko into the nicely appointed apartment.
"Mokona is in high spirits. I was surprised to get your message Brittany you have always been so good at keeping balance, now tell me what seems to be the problem." Yuko said sitting across from Brittany at the kitchen table.
"Thank you for coming to visit me Yuko, you're such a good friend," Brittany said pouring them both a cup of tea. "Well I'm sure you have seen it there's a void opening up around me and my friends. Everything feels dark and unbalanced and it feels heavy. It's like none of us are right anymore, not since high school and I can't figure out why Yuko. Everyone is unhappy S left me, Finn and Rachel ended and she got lost in herself, Quinn is married now but she dislikes herself even more now, Puck can't stay out of prison and Kurt is a horse now, he used to be a unicorn. It just won't stop, it's like nothing matters to any of them anymore." Brittany said truly at a loss being unable to help her friends.
"Hum, I see," Yuko said thinking about her friend's problem. "Brittany who is the one person out of all the ones you listed that had the most effect on the others?" Yuko asked as she thought the problem over, while sipping her tea.
"Well I just took care of S mostly, but Quinn and Finn started a lot of the things that happened, but I think it was Rachel that started everything. Without Rachel there wouldn't have been glee and a lot of the good times and fights that involved Quinn and Finn were to do with Rachel. They were both in love with her but neither of them got her. Quinn was closer but she hated herself to much to see it." Brittany said looking at Yuko as she finished the last part, then taking a bite of her cookie.
"I see," Yuko said formulating a plan, as Brittany refilled her tea cup.
"Oh, I just remembered the party. You should come to the party and see what I'm talking about. It's like our hurt affects everyone that comes anywhere near us," Brittany said looking at Yuko with hope.
"Why not? It wouldn't be a vacation without a fun party to go to," Yuko said just like everyone else unable to deny the blonde dancer anything.
'Besides I would like to meet this Rachel,' Yuko thought hoping that finding the source of this void would be as easy as making sure the right lovers found each other.
"Oh, before I forget," Brittany said pulling out a small duck plushy that looked old and well loved. "I know you need to keep the balance and this is the most precious thing I have. It's the first thing S ever gave me," she said putting it in Yuko's hands.
'Out of all the wishes I have ever granted, she is the only one who has offered good payment before I could even ask.' Yuko thought with a smile as she felt the love that was put into the little plushy.
"So tell me about Rachel and this party we are going to tonight," Yuko said with a smile.
Later that night….
"Miss Barry, how does it feel to win an Oscar," Kurt asked pretending to hold a mike to her face.
"It feels just like winning a Tony only the smog is different, the paparazzi are more intense, and now I have my damn EGOT!" she answered speaking with more feeling when she said EGOT.
"Yes, yes, rub it in." Kurt said in mock disgust as he poured more wine in both of their glasses. "What are you doing up here? You do know there is a party in your honor raging down stairs?"
"I know that is why I am up here," she said pinching the bridge of her nose.
Kurt shakes his head sadly. "This isn't about that epically bad showmance you had going with that Jason or was it Jackson?"
"No Kurt and Jackson was five men ago," she said draining her glass of wine.
"Oh…," he said surprised he managed to get that far behind Rachel's revolving door of male hotness.
"It's not like any of it really matters, dreams come true sure, but not for free," she said with a slight slur as the alcohol she had started taking affect.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter, you finally have it all? Hell I would trade you in a heartbeat." He said lightly trying to stave off her drunken melancholy.
"No you wouldn't Kurt and I am sure your husband would find that swap quite frightening."
"I'm sure he would. Now come on Miss I don't want to be at my own party, there are people who are dying to see you," Kurt said pulling her up from lounge chair.
"Uhrg."
The party was filled to the brim with the cream of Hollywood. All the big names, up and comers were there with a sprinkle of producers scattered around as they went about making deals and playing the devil. It really wouldn't be surprising if more than one movie was born here tonight with so much talent in one place.
Rachel started mingling show smile plastered firmly to her face, cutting through the room like the life of the party she pretended to be.
"Oh Rachel, there is someone here you absolutely have to meet," said one of the many young faceless actresses she has just met.
"Sure, why not," she said flashing her show smile, while trying not to flinch at the actress's nails on a chalk board voice.
"Rachel Berry, this is Yuko and she is…"
"I grant wishes, for a price," said a lovely woman with long black hair and an air of mystery.
'This is much worse than I thought; this young woman could affect the world if this is left unchecked.' Yuko thought taking in the void that surrounded the actress.
"Interesting," Rachel said slowly knowing that she would eventually see the insane people who managed to get into the party. "Okay I'll bite what kind of wishes and what are the prices?" Rachel asked bordering on rude.
'Oh how cute she thinks I'm a prostitute likely from a mental ward,' Yuko thought with an internal giggle.
"I grant wishes of all kinds," she said looking deep into Rachel's eyes. "For what you want though the price would be difficult but fairly cheap." She said with a smile. "You would likely not even miss it."
"And what would this it be?" Rachel asked almost laughing.
"That silly little man you just won, in return I will give you a way to find what you are missing. That person or thing, which would make all of this matter." She smiled as Rachel's eyes widened.
'Yes, yes I want a bit of that pride you have so much of,' Yuko thought.
'This crazy lady is completely unreal,' Rachel thought.
"Last I checked I am very real, it is you that has been fake for the last ten years is it now. Yes ever since the wedding that didn't happen and the nothing that came of it." Yuko said with a slight smirk on her face and shock on Rachel's. "I'm in a good mood tonight, so I am going to grant your wish and just send my part timer to pick up payment tomorrow afternoon."
'Wantanuki and Mokona do need to get out of the room more, this is a vacation after all.' Yuko thought as she imagined Wantanuki muttering the whole time.
'I may have had a bit too much to drink, no more alcohol,' Rachel thought as she gave herself a nod.
"I think I need to lay off the alcohol for a while and get some water," she said doing an about face and storming over to the bar.
Yuko followed her to the bar and passed her a two headed coin.
"Sometimes life can be win win if you have what you need to make it that way. Sweet dreams and don't worry I will just take my payment on my way out."
After that final bout of crazy she found herself back on the roof in her lounge chair with a bottle of rum, thinking about how much had changed in her life since high school. So much had changed, so much of her changed. She looked down at the double headed coin and laughed a little to herself.
'She may have been crazy, but at least she was interesting,' she thought giving the coin a flip before finishing off a bottle of rum and passing out.
Ain't nothin' gonna to break my stride
Nobody's gonna slow me down, oh-no
I got to keep on movin'
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride
I'm running and I won't touch ground OH-no,
I got to keep on movin'
Rachel moans waking up from a deep sleep.
'I haven't woke to that song since my senior year of high school,' she thought as her eyes fly open with panic. 'No! oh no no no…,' was all she could think as she took in the sight before her. It was her old bed room in Lima fucking Ohio!
"This is not real, this is a dream, it has to be. I did drink enough last night to have a hangover and I don't so that means I must be dreaming." She said to herself trying to calm down. "Breath in breath out," she said as she viciously pinched her leg. "Ouch! No, that wasn't supposed to hurt, why did that hurt, I'm dreaming that is not supposed to hurt. Wait maybe I am just having a night terror you can feel those right?" She said as she passed the mirror on her closet door and stopped her jaw dropping. "There is no fucking way this can be right." She said looking at a boy around sixteen who looked the way she imagined she would if she were a boy. She looked down at her hands, and then back in the mirror touched her face then promptly fainted.
So there is a start to a story tell me what you think and should I even bother going on with it. I say again I own nothing glee xxxholic and anything else I may or may not add I do not own or have anything to do with unless you count to watch, point, laugh and more often than not curse the writers of.