Gravitation
Title: Manipulation
Prologue: In The Right Light, At the Right Time, Everything is ExtraORDINARY
Summary: NG Corps stands for Nanotechnology Grasp Corporations and is owned by the powerful Tohma Seguchi. Shuuichi is a prototype Human Computer built in the confinements of NG. Being different from the new and improved models, he is still superior in certain areas, therefore, valuable to Tohma. Suffereing all types of abuse, he runs away and meets Eiri Uesegi, a struggling writer. Life as they know it begins to change as a mystery unfolds. What are the true intentions of Seguchi Tohma?
Disclaimer: Plot is mine, Anime is not TT
Warning: OOCness, if you don't like it don't read.
Normal POV
It was the same. No matter how many days passed, it never changed. He kept living through the same daily boring life like this, poor and alone, unsuccessful and struggling.
Everyday, Eiri Uesegi would bring home take-out food for dinner and come home to the same empty house with no one there to greet him. He ate no other meals during the day since he was working deparately to afford everyday household appliances. As it were the past year since he'd ended High School and failed to get the full scholarship into a topnotch College like Tokyo University, all he had in his one room apartment were the basics: A mattress with a simple pillow and blanket for sleeping, a refrigerator for beer since the food he lived on was takeout, a table for eating on and filling out job applications when he was fired and a simple laptop where he wrote his rejected manuscripts, not to mention, the laptop was a good light source as well since he didn't own a lamp. He had very few outfits and hardly did laundry, so most of the time, the blonde would rely on his work uniform.
The past year, he spent doing silly, useless jobs that paid just enough to make it through the day. These jobs consisted of running errands for business men, handing out flyers and taking care of children at a day care center, although he hated kids. Not something anyone would want to make a living off of but it was for the sake of living on until tomorrow came by.
Just recently though, he got into a successful, cute little cafe which paid well and was famous for its Green Tea Ice Cream. Perhaps it was by luck or out of desperation that he got the job, considering he wasn't good at baking sweets or getting the recipe right. Surprisingly, he wasn't fired even though his boss was a grouchy old man whenever aroound him but the rest of the family who owned the cafe put up with him and day by day, step by step, taught him the basics. In the meantime, he was a waiter. Can't say that paid of very well either since every now and then he'd end up giving the wrong orders to the wrong costumers or spilling something and breaking plates.
Yeah, today was the same ordinary day, as usual and ended in the same way. What, with the boss yelling because he broke an expensive cup, daughter telling him not to worry about it and the wife seeing him off. . . Or so he thought.
As usual, all Eiri wanted to do was go home as soon as possible and try writing another story and hope that his next manuscript wouldn't be turned down so that he could become an official writer and put an end to this lousy life. But lately, he's been losing inspiration and lacking determination and wanted to give up hope and crawl into bed and wish all of his worries away.
After parting politely with his boss and co-workers, he hung up the apron he'd been wearing and and left the cosy cafe with the dim light and soft music composed by a dear friend of their daughters, through the back door, careful not to disturb the customers. It lead into a back alley way in which he was quite familiar with since it was, after all, the garbage dump for the cafe. Opening an umbrella given to him by his boss' daughter, he lifted his arm to hold it over his head and looked up at the sky which lit up in bright white light and resounded with a rumbling roar.
Sighing, Eiri thought that he wouldn't get much sleep that night and got ready to walk away when something in the sight of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Turning around, he took a good look at the green dumpster and what was lying next to it. There, in the back alleyway of the same ordinary cafe he'd attend day after day was a pink haired kid who appeared to be in his teens although not too much younger than himself. Maybe around 16 or so. It's not that he was bleeding or bruised that got Eiri's attention, but the fact that he was drenched and probably freezing and starving. It was a good look into his own future, a glimpse of what may happen to him if he kept struggling with useless jobs and didn't become a writer soon.
Above everything else, he feared being homeless and abandoned and so, out of the kindness of his heart, he picked the boy up and brought him back to his place so that he wouldn't have to suffer any longer. It's not like Eiri was able to support another life, let alone himself. But, somehow, he'd make do and work over time if he had to otherwise they'd have to split dinner and the kid would have to grow used to skipping breakfast and lunch. Well, it's not as if Eiri was considering keeping the kid around that long but the thought that he could ask for something in return did indeed cross his mind. He'd make the pink haired boy pay him back for his "kindness". Of course, there was also the possibility of him being famous and having connections which he could use to become a writer or hold him hostage and ask for a huge ransom in return.
Even though Eiri had so many plans in mind which could come in handy for his future, he wasn't able to act on it. Five days had passed and the kid who he'd brought in and off of the streets, remained unconcious. It was at this time that Eiri started to worry and wanted to call over a doctor. He'd wanted to do that from the beginning because the kid seemed to be sick and weakly, but then again, who wouldn't when you've been laying out in the rain for who knows how long?
Reaching for the phone on the table beside the couch the pink haired boy occupied hesitantly, a voice called out and a slim hand caught onto his sleeve. "Who are you calling?" The boy whispered sleepily. Startled, Eiri pulled away from the kids grasp with a jerk. "Y-you're awake?" He stuttered.
Struggling to sit up, he stared at the blonde with a confused expression. "I was going to call the hospital. You've been out cold for five days. . . er, well, as far as I know. I was starting to get worried." Was the response he'd received from the blonde. He shook his head 'no' and made it clear that he was okay. Eiri didn't buy it so easily but decided to let it drop for the time being.
"So. . ." Eiri started. "Why were you out there in the rain? Don't you have a family? What's your name?" He continued.
For a few moments, the pink haired boy sat there, thinking. "Shuuichi." He finally answered. Yuki looked at him, confused. "Hmm. That's my name, Shuu-i-chi. What's yours?" He smiled. "Yuki." The blonde responded without a moments hesitation. It was, after all, his pen name, a name he preferred to be called by.
After waiting in silence for the answers to his other questions, he got ready to ask again when, "I don't know why I was out in the rain, unconcious. I don't have any parents but I do have a master, a creator, if you will." Yuki was taken aback by the sudden change of tone and the disappearance of a bright smile which had turned into a serious expression, not to mention the change of his speech and the use of words. "I can't remember any thing of my past or what happened before you found me for that matter. Perhaps it was erased. . . Again." The boy now known as Shuuichi said as he hung his head low and his fists clenched the blankets.
Yuki raised one eyebrow in question. "What's that supposed to mean? Care to elaborate?" Two can play at that game. or atleast that's what Yuki thought when he voiced his last question with a nice serious tone of voice and a nice use of 'sophisticated' vocabulary. He was still childish and liked to compete.
Shuuichi pretended he didn't hear the last thing Yuki had asked him and remained silent. Realizing he wasn't goin to receive an answer he shrugged and walked into the kitchen.
"You know, if you have a home or some one to return to, you should leave before they start to worry about you." He yelled loud enough for his voice to be heard in the next room.
"There's no way. . . I'm going back there. They could care less for me. It's not me they want, but. . ." Shuuichi trailed off. Yuki stared at him from the kitchen entrance.
"I'm not very reliable right now. There won't be much for you if you stay here with me. I work full time and hardly have a dime to my name. But if that doesn't matter to you, then you're welcome until you can find a stable job yourself and earn enough money to get your own apartment. When you're able to, I do expect something in return." Shuuichi looked up and saw Yuki smiling and caught the can of beer which was thrown in his direction. He smiled a simple smile in return and muttered a 'no thanks' referring to the beer. "I don't drink."
"Well, I guess you don't look like the type to anyway." Yuki said as Shuuichi handed him the can.
"No I mean, I don't drink. As in, liquid and I don't eat either. But thanks for the offer. See, you don't have to spend money on me. I'm not a burden this way right?" He asked.
"Don't tell me your bulimic or anorexic?" Yuki said with a disgusted look.
"Not exactly. I just don't live off of food and water the way you do is all. I don't have emotions either. You're supposed to rely on me but I'm relying on you in the end because of my own selfish actions. I shouldn't have a memory other than what they've programmed me to know and I sure as hell shouldn't have a past. Even if I say that though, it probably sounds crazy and seems impossible. That's just because I'm different from the others." He turned to Yuki who had taken a seat on the floor in front of the couch just a moment ago. If Yuki had been confused before, that would have been an understatement because now he was lost.
"NG." Shuuichi muttered, never looking away from Yuki's face as it turned from confused to shock to worry and back to confused before he could say anything.
"Nanotechnology Grasp Corporations owned by none other than Tohma Seguchi. If I'm right then that must mean, you're the. . ." Yuki stopped midsentence when he saw Shuuichi shake his head.
"I'm the human computer they've been working on over the past 2 years. Never would've guessed, huh?"
A/N: Ughh, I really really REALLY hate the way this first chapter came out. I haven't written a story in so long so I'm very rusty. I just wrote this chapter to get a mini idea of the plot down and so I'll have something to expand on. I've decided to make this a prologue in the end since it wasn't very good. The rest of the story will hopefully make up for it, but the plot is pretty good, I suppose and maybe that will help make it seem better. At any rate, I hope you enjoyed it and continue to read this story. I'll DEFINITELY be updating on this one because I know I haven't been doing much of that lately and I'm sorry I'm not one of those authors who do. So please stick with me to the end of this story and all your reviews/comments are welcome! Thank you so much for reading!