A/N: Yay! I had some very nice reviewers help me sort out a few things about the Chobit world. They are actually all called persocons. Chobits are the very special kind of persocons that are almost human, like Chi and her sister Freya. But they won't be appearing in this fic. Now, there WILL be a few situations from Chobits that will show up in this crossover, but nothing having to do with Hideki and Chi. It's only between Yuki and his persocon. I will be doing "DEAR REVIEWERS" like in my other fictions, so be looking for a reply from yall's reviews every once in a while! I may having something good to say!
Suann- Thank you for correcting me on the scotch thing! I'm still underage for drinking and really don't know anything about alcohol. Not that I WANT to… I only like to drink champagne on special occasions. Just one glass, that is. But it was nice of you to point it out. I guess I should have asked my dad on that before I put anything. LOL!
DarkMetalAngel of Destruction- Thank you too for giving me the info. on a chobit. I don't own the series, but I have watched a few episodes and read all the manga. That was along time ago though, so I can't remember too many things… I pity myself for my lack of knowledge, but thanks for being patient with me!
hokage- What! Shuichi is most definitely NOT going to be a girl in this! It wouldn't be Gravitation otherwise! He shall remain a cute young boy throughout this fic… ALWAYS! But don't worry. I'm not mad at you. I just didn't want you getting the wrong idea. I become very passionate sometimes… forgive me for that…
Okay! here's the second chapter!
CHAPTER 2: Special Delivery!
It had been a week.
A whole… damn… week.
Where the hell was that package he was supposed to receive? He knew it. That phoney salesman had tricked him.
"I thought there was something fishy about him. But if it was all a con, then why did he have me sign all those papers? Maybe they were fake?" He pondered over the issue for a while, then grunted. "Nevermind. All I know is that I just spent 500$ bucks on absolutely nothing." He glared at the television screen not too far away from the couch.
The novelist's apartment wasn't all that extravagant like anyone would guess of a such a wealthy guy. It has white walls, hard wood flooring, a TV, and a single painting lying above the midnight blue sofa. The kitchen was like any other old kitchen. Grey-blue tiles, a little island in the middle of the area, a fridge, cabinets, a pantry, and once again… white walls. The bedroom had a little more spice to it, er, as spicy as Yuki's taste could go. The walls were actually painted for one; a deep wine red. His bed was a matching color with tan and black pillows resting tidily against the headboard. His closet has sliding, wood shutters, his blinds were simply white and plastic, his carpet was a creamy tan; the color that house builders first put in a house (either that, or off-white). The bathroom has white tiles like the kitchen, and the walls were white too with some green ivy for the borders. The tub was cream colored, as well as the sink. In all, everything was pretty boring. It seemed like the only place where you could escape from all the bland features and paleness was the bedroom, which only invited women had the pleasure of seeing.
Eiri was never big on decorations or fancy designs. Clean and simple. That's how he liked it. Nothing too complicated or that would involve too much decision and planning. Why couldn't his life be just as easy?
The blonde got up to grab a cup of coffee, feeling that tonight would be another all-nighter for his latest novel. Adding in some extra black, Yuki stirred the brew softly, then threw the spoon in the sink afterwards. He blew on the strong cup of joe for a moment, and began taking small sips from his navy blue mug.
Once he was about to sit down in front of his desk and bring up the document he'd been working on for some time, there was a ring coming from the main hall. It was the doorbell. Agitated, the writer sat up along with his coffee and headed for the living room.
"Who the hell could that be?" He grumbled to himself while putting on his slippers lying at the front of the door.
He opened it, looked out, and saw… nothing?
"…" He stood stock still for a second or two. "Is this some kind of joke?" The novelist said outloud, wondering if the kids playing the prank on him were still around. Yuki was just about to close the door, until something bright caught his eye on the welcome mat to his apartment. He glanced down to the most shocking display he had seen since who knew when.
The still steaming coffee mug in his right hand slipped unconsciously and shattered on the ground into pieces of ceramic, nearly hitting the object lying on the ground in front of him.
"What…… the hell…?" He said under his breath, utterly confused at the site he saw before him.
On Eiri Yuki's doorstep, was an unconscious, real life, UNCLOTHED, human being. It was resting on it's back carefully, it's feet pointing away from the entrance. Yuki studied the specimen for a bit, eyes still wide, wondering how in the seven hells this kid got here. The girl had long, fluttery eyelashes, rosy cherubic cheeks, short jaw-length… uh, pink hair, and- it was NOT a girl! Whoops! Yuki failed to catch the slight detailing at the lower half of the boy. But, man, he sure had the body of a woman…
The author shook his head in disbelief once, and blinked to make sure he wasn't having hallucinations. To confirm his suspicions, Yuki bent down to touch the kid's arm and realized how undeniably human he felt. Soft, warm skin, like any other person would have; chest rising and falling is steady beats (good, at least he was alive). The boy still rested there on the mat, completely unaware of the older man hovering over him. The boy was so… sacred looking. Like a supernatural being from the heavens. There wasn't a flaw on his body. Everything about his was perfect…… except for those oddly familiar cat-like ears sticking out of his head.
'Not those again… how many people are wearing them nowadays?' Yuki thought mentally sighed. They were white all around, except for the underneath part which curved up a bit so you could see the orange color of it. The ear-like objects were shaped like half of a church bell, exactly like that girl's he saw a week ago, though the underbelly of hers were purple. Why did this boy have them anyway? Weren't they a girls only accessory?
The author furrowed his brow in frustration. "Further more, why is he on my doorstep? Did someone leave him here? It's hard to believe that a mother would abandon her… what, about 19 year old son at some stranger's apartment." That's when he noticed something attached to the kid's index finger.
"Huh?" The older man reached for the note, untied it, and opened up the letter carefully to see what was inside.
Dear Mr. Yuki Eiri,
We are pleased to inform you that your package has arrived in perfect condition and is ready to be activated. There is a small manual on how to turn him on attached to this slip of paper. Thank you for your time and enjoy your purchase.
Mr. Yutaka
The novelist grimaced at the note and was now convinced that this was some kind of sick joke.
"'Turning him on'? What kind of sick salesman was he? I knew this was too good to be true." Yuki crumpled up the note and threw it on the ground. He also noticed the handbook at the boy's side, but threw that inside for later on just to see what it held.
Yuki couldn't exactly leave the kid out here. Though it wasn't what the man had expected to get in the mail, he picked the boy up anyway to take care of him for the night and then get information from him in the morning on where he lived and stuff.
As soon as he lifted him up a foot from the ground, Yuki immediately fell down along with the boy.
"What the hell!" He stared at the kid and tried picking him up again. Boy, was he HEAVY! How much had this guy been eating? It felt like he weighed 200 lbs. With a little more force than before, Yuki managed to carry the boy into his living room and set him on the couch, sweating a bit afterwards. Maybe he himself was getting to lazy…
The kid was still wearing his birthday suit, so Yuki decided to make the kid feel more comfortable when he woke up and put something on him. The blonde rummaged through his old clothing in the back of his drawers (you know, the shirts that you hardly wore but kept just in case something, uh… similar like this would happen one day). Luckily, he found a short-sleeved plain white T-shirt that would be perfect for the boy. Yuki had a little trouble getting the garment over him, but finally managed to put it on.
Well… it was certainly a little bit too big for the kid, stopping midway at his thighs, but it would have to do for the time being. The novelist also pulled out an old pair of briefs that he never wore anymore and slipped them on the boy. All of Yuki's pants that would actually fit his new guest were in the wash, so he guessed that the kid would just have to go bottomless for the time being. At least he had some type of covering on.
Now all that was left to do is wake the pink-haired teen up (at least he assumed it was a teenager).
"Hey… kid. Wake up already." He tried, but the boy didn't even stir. "Hello? Can you even hear me, you brat? I said get up and get out of my house." No answer. This was seriously ticking the author off because he was saying this loud enough that the kid would surely hear him. So, he conked the guy on the head, thought not too hard to cause a concussion or anything. Just a slight headache.
His sleeping guest still made no effort to move.
'What's wrong with him? Is he sick? Does he have a fever? Is he even alive?" To make sure that the little idiot was breathing, Yuki felt his pulse and confirmed that there indeed was a light thrumming in his wrist.
'Weird…' Yuki raised an eyebrow in bafflement. 'I guess the kid is just a heavy sleeper.' He thought without much consideration, and went back to the entrance to close the front door. Unfortunately, a sea of luke warm coffee and shattered ceramic was blocking the way to the doorknob. 'Great… I didn't even noticed that I dropped it.' He scoffed and headed for the kitchen to grab a trash bag and mop. Luckily this was hardwood floor and not carpet.
After cleaning up around the door and closing it, he brewed himself another cup of black coffee out of habit. Throw in a cigarette and he had the perfect combination for a stay-up-late remedy. The novelist picked up his laptop from the desk, brought it over to the sofa and sat down next to the still unconscious boy. He worked on some more of his chapter for about ten minutes, but became distracted by the thoughts swirling throughout his mind.
Where did the brat come from? Why did someone leave him on his doorstep? Why the hell did that salesman sell him something like this? Did he think it was some kind of joke? There was a live human here, laying on his couch. It was fortunate that the kid wasn't hurt anywhere and that Yuki was home at the time. Otherwise, who knew what could have happened to the kid? And that manual…
"That manual…" He remembered the small booklet of paper that he carelessly threw inside his apartment. The writer looked up and saw that it was still on the floor in the middle of the living room.
"'… how to turn him on'? No… it couldn't be… that's ridiculous…" Yuki shook his head, completely banishing that thought from ever entering his mind again. Unless the boy was some kind of robot (which he doubted), there was no way that the phrase could be taken literally.
"That solicitor was just a wacko. I'll wake up the kid in the morning and send him on his way first thing." The author confirmed with himself and went back to typing vigorously, suddenly overcome with new inspiration.
A/N: Yay! Chapter 2 done! Hope yall enjoyed it. Man, it's hard to talk on the phone and write at the same time! Yes, I am talking with my friend from school. She is doing most of the talking right now. I am blissfully unaware of what she's saying and tuning in only at the important parts. If she reads this, she's gonna kill me… HA HA! She can TRY! (sadistic laugh). Anyway, see yall in the next update!