Alternate Reality

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Notes: What would happen to the story if I actually made it. Of course I didn't, but I would maybe make the story different. Some parts might even go the same way. I just wanted to see what would happen and see how people would reply to the theme. Let's just see. Keep reading! Oh and also I don't appreciate rude comments! Lol. Who does? Anyway this will probably be my weirdest project I've decided to do. Yes, probably even weirder than Trading Places. So here I go… By the way I hope you all enjoy this story as I did writing it!!! And Gravitation is a story that belongs to Maki Murakami!!! I do not claim any ownership of these characters!

It all started on Christmas day, it was freezing cold this year, colder than most years. Shuichi arose from his bed.

Another Christmas without them…

A while ago, two years to be exact, Shuichi's loved ones had been killed in some terrible accident. He had no one. He always felt alone. He lived by himself and had very few friends. Shuichi had always loved to sing, one say he wanted to make a band and compete against his idols, the members of the one and only band, Nittle Grasper. He was confident when he sang, it was a feeling like no other for him. He knew that dream would soon come true, one day. But now he had to see what we would do to celebrate. Ever since he had lost his family, he was never into all this jolly spirits, he often felt left out of everything, and all he really wanted was a lover. Yes, a lover. Someone that could break through his hard shell and reach out to him, and make him feel like he belongs for once in his life. That is the thing he wished for a Christmas Present, nothing more. He used to be selfish at times. He did not think that of himself now. All he could think of was the fact that he was lucky to even be alive. What if the murder killed him too? Could he live happily with his family in the after-life? There was only one problem to that situation, he did not wish to die. He lived for living. He knew if he kept living that he would eventually find someone to support his hopes and dreams. Who would be that person though? He had never had a girlfriend before. In fact, he never had a particular interest in any person he met. Mabye that just happened to be his bad luck? He had a feeling that today was going to be a great day. He didn't know how to fully explain it. He just got the feeling.

I think I should go Christmas shopping.

That very thought raced through his head, he had few friends, but he wanted to be nice and get them a gift. To him, even if they had a gift already wrapped up for him, he wouldn't mind. He really didn't need a present. He wanted his present to be his wish after all, if he actually gotten his wish, we would feel like the luckiest person in the world. He would gladly forget about the past and start a whole new life. Nobody, not even his closest of friends knew about his family, and he never planned to tell anybody, except if he had found a lover. He had never felt sorry for himself. The last thing he wanted was to have people involved in his life. People would constantly talk and also spread rumors about him. Telling would only make things worse for him.

He arrived into a store that was completely decked out with Christmas decorations all over. Shuichi thought it looked nice. There were so many items to choose from he didn't know where to start looking.

What do they like?

He pondered as he walked through the small isles of the store.

"Good afternoon." The store keeper greeted him.

"Same to you," Shuichi said then he flashed a smile.

"If I may ask, who may you be shopping for?" the store keeper asked him.

"Some of my friends," Shuichi said. "Would you recommend any thing in particular?"

The store keeper walked over in his direction,

"I really think that snow globe makes a great gift." He said.

Shuichi took a look at it. He saw it had a snowman in the middle, with snow designed all around it.

"It's perfect." He said.

He bought it, then walked out of the store.

"Thanks," he said to the store keeper.

"Any time," The man replied then he winked.

He wondered who he would give it too, maybe he would keep it for himself. He loved it so much it just looked so…majestic to him. He didn't quite know why. Now, he was walking down the street to get home. When he started crossing the street a car almost hit him. The crowd stopped and started at him. He only liked being the center of attention when it was something good, not something like not looking careful enough and almost getting hit by a car. That's always great. Nearly dying, on Christmas Eve. The car stopped. The owner of it stepped out. He had blonde hair and brown eyes. He resembled the author Eiri Yuki. The only reason that Shuichi actually knew who Eiri Yuki was the fact his mother and sister used to read his books he created. He looked foreign. Like he was from American, or something among those lines. He walked over to the spot where Shuichi was sitting on.

"Are you retarded?" he asked in suspicion.

This comment the man had made, made Shuichi absolutely enraged.

"Hey!" Shuichi yelled. "You were the one driving like a total maniac!"

He looked Shuichi in the eye. Shuichi could tell that this guy hated his guts.

"Come with me." The foreign-looking person said. "If you don't, you'll just get run over for real."

Shuichi was reluctant. Personally, he didn't want to take a ride with someone that almost killed him, surely not. He eventually got up and walked into his car. He was nervous. What was this man going to do to him? Torture him? He closed his eyes and hoped for the best. To his surprise the man spoke.

"So, what exactly were you doing?" he asked.

Truth be told, Shuichi didn't exactly feel comfortable talking to some stranger. But he hated to be rude.

"I guess I had too much on my mind and, I wasn't paying attention." he replied.

"You got that right." The man said.

"Hey!" Shuichi said. "Who are you to insult me like that!?"

The man looked at him.

"You can't even tell who I am?" the man said.

Shuichi shook his head in agreement.

Wait, this couldn't be the real Eiri Yuki could it?

Shuichi desperately wanted to ask the man if he was, but just in case he wasn't Eiri Yuki, he would save himself the embarrassment. I mean, he was already embarrassed about that little "car incident". He turned and looked at him again.

"I'm Eiri Yuki," he told Shuichi. "Yes, the novelist."

"Really," Shuichi asked in amazement. "I'm in a famous person's car right now!"

"You're quite the spaz." Yuki replied to him.

Shuichi shot him a dirty look. He never liked being insulted. He always liked to win the battled. He had to think of a counter attack to Yuki's smug comment on him. He was excited though. He didn't quite know why though.

"Am not," Shuichi countered, that was all that he could think of on such short notice. "Anyone would freak out if they were actually in Eiri Yuki's car right now!"

"Hm…" Yuki said. "You may have a point there."

Yes! I win! In your face mister novelist! I'm the winner! Ha!

"Where do you need to go to?" Yuki asked him.

"I don't really want to go home these days it's so lonely these days." Shuichi said sadly.

"Are you serious?" Yuki asked then he light a cigarette.

"Yes," Shuichi answered. "And could you please not smoke around me?"

"Why?" Yuki asked. "Do you have a problem with smoking?"

"Well not exactly," Shuichi said. "But it's really bad for your body, and…"

"Do I look like I care?" Yuki asked cutting him off.

"No, I guess." Shuichi said. "But it could kill you…"

"I highly doubt that." Yuki said arrogantly.

"Then just keep it up." Shuichi said. "You never know when something will happen. I mean I wasn't prepared for…"

As soon as he realized what he was saying he stopped. Tears filled his eyes. He hated to remember that sad night. Every time he thought of it he cried. He didn't want anyone to see him cry though. He couldn't help his own emotions. He always tried to hide what he was really feeling but for some reason he couldn't hold it in any longer. He just had all hid sadness and anger bottle up inside him and he had to let this all out before he emotionally exploded. Teardrops dripped on the armrest.

"I'm sorry," Shuichi said. "I don't know what just came over me."

"Don't worry," Yuki said. "Sometimes I just want to curl up and cry in a corner."

Shuichi was surprised that Eiri Yuki didn't insult him after his previous impression on him so far. What he thought Yuki would say would be something among the lines of "Stop getting teardrops on my car!" But to his surprise it was a… nice comment. Mabye he misjudged this Eiri Yuki guy, maybe he was a good guy after all.

"I've been thinking." Yuki said. "Since you don't want to go home maybe you could go over to my house and spend the night."

Shuichi's eyes sparkled. He never had an offer quite like that one before. He was overjoyed! How would he react to that question? He had to think about that for a few minutes. Yes? No? Mabye another time? So many different answers he could give him. Which was right? He wasn't sure. He knew he would have to settle on one of those, and fast. Yuki needed an answer from him and he couldn't just sit there like an idiot. But, which answer? He was so confused right now, that he couldn't even think straight. He soon decided on an answer and was ready to tell.

"Thank you Yuki," Shuichi said. "I would love too."