Miss-placed

Summary: Sam Rosh, life hadn't been great, in fact some people may argue it had been downright terrible. His parents hated him for some reason. He was never popular with people and he was born with a weak body. Now dead, he finds out, he was never supposed to be 'Sam Rosh' but some guy called 'Brandon Hizuri'. He was born into the wrong world.

I do not own Skip Beat.

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"What do you mean, I can't go through the gate, because I was misplaced?" Sam Rosh said, he was a 49 year old man, an average looking bloke, with the most common pair of eyes and hair in the world, black. What killed him, was his body finally packing up on him, since he had been born with a weak body.

Honestly, doctors where baffled by how on earth, he had managed to survive this long, when he should have gone to heaven in his late childhood.

Now he was here, learning that he couldn't go through the magically glowing golden gate not even five meters from him!?

OH, COME ON!

IT WAS RIGHT THERE!

"Mr Rosh, please follow me, to see the person in charge of your soul" said, the man who was quiet good looking, that Sam hated at first sight.

To his left, a magically appearing door, appeared.

The person left his post and immediately, another good-looking angel took over.

Sam, reluctantly, peeled his eyes away from the singing baby, flying angel's in nothing but a table cloth, he could see on the other side of the gate and followed the man, through the door to an average office room, where yet another very good-looking man awaited him.

The man wore a red suit and green tie, his hair was a golden colour and eyes were as deep as river.

So inhuman...he thought.

"Mr Rosh, please take a seat" The man said, seeing him and when Sam want to look at the guy who brought him here, the man had mysterious vanished into thin air, along with the door, he just came through.

He reluctantly sat down, in the bushy looking fur-seat opposite the man.

"Now, Mr Rosh, on behalf of my department. I would like to formerly apologies for the injustice done to you." The man said, and Sam couldn't have been more confused.

What on earth was he on about?

Thankfully, the guy was willing to explain.

"You see Mr Rosh, you were never supposed to be born on Earth, well, not this Earth anyway" The man said, as Sam continued to look at him blankly. "It's because of this mistake, you have suffered as a result. You were born with a much weaker body than normal and your parents felt compelled to harass you, when you were growing up. We are truly sorry for that. You were never meant to be born into that family or live that kind of life"

"Wait...are you telling me... The reason, why I have no friends and gotten a single girlfriend was because of you, guys?" Sam said, shocked, he honestly thought, there was something wrong with him, he had been friendless the moment he entered school and even at his workplace.

What forty-year-old, delivers Pizza's for a living? Well, he did, because no other job would take him due to the cloud of bad luck that always seemed to follow him everywhere he went.

"Again, we are truly sorry for your misfortune" The man said. "Me and my department want to put you back where you belong. We didn't think it was fair for us to give you a rubbish life and let you pass on, when you could have lead a wonderful life."

"What do you mean, I could have had a wonderful life?" Sam said, how could he have lead an amazing life?

The man took out a stack of paper and gave him the jist of all of it by saying. "First off, your name was supposed to be Brandon Hizuri, not Sam Rosh. You were supposed to be the younger brother of famous actor and model Koun Hizuiri and second child of Juliena and Kuu Hizuri. A hollywood actor and Supermodel"

"Are you joking?" Sam said, as he was shown the picture's. These people where gorgeous, he couldn't see himself even been allowed to be in the same room as such people, let alone calling them family.

"Oh, I'm serious, Mr Rosh" The man said. "You would have been pampered like a Prince. Spoilt by your parents and big brother. You would have been treated like a family member and given the love you never had growing up. You would have had a large bedroom stacked high with presents and you would have never had to have worried about money, along with being born with a very strong body."

And Sam opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

Was this man actually serious?

Being this 'Brandon Hizuri' sounded bloody amazing, way better than Sam Rosh.

"However, your soul went missing and because of that, for twenty year's Kuu and Juliena Hizuri, were unable to produce another child" The man said, knowing these two would have loved a second child, Koun Hizuri would have loved a little brother, especially at certain times in Koun childhood, another kid around the house would have been god sent. "However, they both chalked it up to the fact, they were both so busy with their career's, that they were unable to be in the same bed for long enough to actually make it happen. When in actually fact, they should have had another one, years ago."

And Sam thought, the excuse made sense, wasn't being a high in demand Actor and Model extremely tasking on the human body?

"We'll, if you consent to it, Mr Rosh. We would like to put you back into the world, you should have come from, from the very beginning." The man said.

And Sam thought about it, well, not really thought about it.

Here this guy was, offering him a life of his dream's, and he would be handsome.

So very handsome.

Just seeing the three pictures', was just wow.

Did he even need to think about this at all?

"By the way, Bradon is 12" The man voice pierced through his heart like a shot gun.

"What, did you say?" Sam said.

"Bradon Hizuri, is 12 years old" The man repeat, again. "The Earth, you came from is actually much faster than the Earth, you should be in. What feels like 40 years to you, is actually just over a decade on this Earth"

And Sam couldn't help but say.

"Oh, hell no!" He said, "I am not being some brat, again! I had to spend 18 years trying to climb out of my parent's hell hole. Being a kid, fricken, sucked. You can't smoke, adults think you have buckets of energy so they shove you outside, every chance they get. You spend every day of every minute, dreading the day, you will be introduced to the 'The Wonderful World of Puberty' which is just awkward for everybody. You can't go anywhere, without telling an adult and worst of all. You can be the smartest person in the world, and nobody would know, because 'You're just a kid. So go do what kid's your age usually do '."

Of course, being a fully-grown adult, also sucked as well but he would much rather be an adult than a kid.

At least, he wouldn't have to deal with 'cooing' mother's all day.

"Well that's a surprise, most, would be relieved at such an offer to redo their childhood, especially when they know it would be much better, the second time around" The man said, especially him, but the fact he didn't want to, meant his Childhood was especially bad, even the mere word must have an effect on him but the man was persistent and said. "Well, let's make a deal."

"I'm listening..." Sam said, was he going to get some sort of special kind of skill, like he had read in all those light novels?

"In exchange for you reliving your childhood" The man began. "We'll provide you with one wiped clean adult soul as a servant. Think about it. If you still want to be an adult, you can just use that soul to get around the restrictions of being a kid. If you want to go out by yourself to who know's where, you wouldn't even have to tell anybody. If you want a packet of Cigarettes, send that Soul to buy it for you. If the cops want to force you to go to school, you can easily say, your been personally tutored. You just need to use that person to get around it all, and they would do it no question's asked."

"Hold on, shouldn't that be illegal?" Sam said, where they really just going to hand him over, his own personal servant who would kiss his ass?

"Normal yes" The man said, and he sweat dropped at how casually he admit it "But your case is special. Because of my and my departments mistake, we have ruined your life and besides, we can always pick a soul that is destined for reincarnation especially those who hadn't been decided yet. Some of them will end up in a servant base family's anyway, so it's no big deal. With an adult with you, we can create the perfect alibi, about where you've been for the past 12 year's"

"Wait, 12 years'? Can't you drop me in a time, where I should have been born into?" Sam said, this was the spiritual office, right?

"That only happens in movies" The man said, making Sam sweat drop, again. "In reality, if we send people back in time, it could create a rift. They could unknowingly become their own grandparent or two people who should have never met, end up meeting. With billions of souls coming in and out of reincarnation every day, eventually History will change and end, collapsing on itself. So, there is a no time travel policy"

Now Sam had a choice, he could just accept his rubbish life and venture into heaven where he would spend an eternity doing who knows what, with giant almost naked babies with wing's.

Or revert to some kid, who would give him the childhood, he always wished he had, parents that loved him, a healthy body, and best of all a servant at his back and call...

"….."

Why was he even thinking about this? But just to make sure, he said. "Can you I give me a cool kick ass hairstyle?" it was just... his real family hairstyles looked like the type you would find on ordinary people.

"If you want" The man said.

"Then, i'll do it" Sam said, "but only because, of the servant and hair."

All his life, he had been kissing somebody ass, he wondered what it would be like to be the one to have his ass kissed.

How should he abuse this?

"Right" The man said, unaware of Sam terrifying thought's, before saying. "Well, good-luck Sam Rosh, no Brandon Hizuri." As Sam began to disappear before his very eyes.

Within half a second he was gone.

#In another worlds version of Guam#

Brandon Hizuri, was woken up by the harsh light of the sun, poking from the curtains but he tried to ignore them but when the sound of a door opening was heard, and the smell of a wonderful breakfast wheeled its way, he could no longer ignore it and he sat up, hearing the cry of his stomach.

"Master Brandon, are you awake?" A voice that was somehow familiar to his ear's, which he was sure, he had never heard of before until this day, said.

"Come in" he said, his voice sounding ridiculously young to his own ear's and he almost cringed by how childish it sounded.

In came a noble looking, handsome young male, with short gray hair, ocean blue eyes, in a common looking butler uniform, wheeling in a court with his prepared breakfast on top.

Immediately Brandon, let his displeasure show on his face.

Seriously what was with heaven and sending good-looking guys!?

And scene!

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