16The Dog In The Window
Chapter 1
Me: Alright! My first Gravitation fanfiction! xD
Yuki: Jeez, don't be too excited. It's just some stupid little cliché fanfiction.
Me: For your information, yes, its cliché but it's still cute! So, there! *sticks out tongue at Yuki*
Yuki: ...You really are an idiot, aren't you?
Me: _ Yes.
Yuki: *stares at me then turns to leave* I'm going...
Me: *grabs his shoulder* Wait a second! Look on the bright side. It coulda been a lot worse.
Yuki: ...How so?
Me: Well, I could have made it a crossover...with Teen Titans (my favorite American cartoon! XD) ...and OOCness, horrible Mary Sues/Gary Stus, creepy fan pairings-
Yuki: O_O ...Point taken...
Me: *smiles sweetly* Thought so. Anyway, Shuichi, come do the disclaimer please!
Shuichi: *appears out of nowhere* Sure! AGK does not own Gravitation. Although, she owns a Mr. Bear plushie and a stuffed dog named after me.
Yuki: ...
Shuichi: *sees Yuki* :D YUKI~! *glomp*
Me: Anywho, on with the story!
It was a day that started out like any other. As the sun rose, the elderly storekeeper unlocked the door, flipped the "Closed" sign to the "Open" side and sat behind the counter. Just like he did the day before that...and the day before that...and the week before that...and the year before that... Well, I guess that you got the point... I had lost count how many years I was sitting, in front of that dirty window, on the tiny rocking chair.
Around noon, children and their parents started to pour in, as they always have. They picked up robots, kits, gadgets, gizmos, even other stuffed animals. Most of the children would come out with their new toys, grinning, or crying with nothing because they had a temper tantrum.
I saw many things in my years, just sitting and staring at the busy street in front of me. Many people walked, ran, ate, talked, fell, laughed, even cried, by me. I was never of any importance to them. I never blamed them.
My beautiful shades of lilac and gold were faded and worn by the sun. My button eyes were different colors and size. My stitches were showing, as well as the different colored patches. The letters, a once-red-now-brown, on the paper "For Sale" sign that was pinned to my chest was ignored by the masses.
I was ugly, not fit for what I was made for. To make a child happy. I would have sighed but my mouth was sewn shut. Or rather it was just a bit of thread. My ever lasting smile. I would have laughed at the irony, but, again, my mouth... Now, that was irony...
When the rush had ended in the early evening, the day became different. A small young man with a head of short pink hair was eating a nearly finished ice cream cone, walking along, laughing. Nothing unusual there. But as he turned to the window I was in, he stopped and looked straight at me. His dark violet eyes looked straight into my sewed on button ones. He then came closer to inspect me. His unwavering gaze made me feel a bit uncomfortable.
Then, he finished his ice cream and disappeared from my line of vision. The bell on the door rang, signaling that some one came in. "Excuse me." "Yes, may I help you, young man?" "How much is the stuffed dog?" "...Do you mean the dog in the window?" "Yes."
It was a joke. I knew it but I felt the old man's hands wrap around my waist and pull me off the dusty chair. The store was defiantly different from the last time I saw it. The bright colors of the kits and plastic stands were new. "The poor boy...been sitting on that chair for years," the old man explained as he walked back to the counter. "Got him from a man a while back. Seemed eager to get rid of him." I remembered that...
I was laid on the counter. The storekeeper put on his speckles, unpinned the sign and looked at it, closely. "He is...500 yen." The pink haired boy's smile lit up. "I'll take him!" Coins were taken out of the boy's pocket and handed to the man. "Do you want a bag?" "No thank you. Have a good day!" The boy picked me up and walked out of the store, holding me close to him.
It was a long walk to the boy's apartment. At last, the boy opened the door. "Yuki! I'm home!" He yelled happily, somehow retaining the energy he had at the store. I heard an annoyed grumble answering him. The boy ignored it and skipped across the room. He set me down next to large window facing a large baloney in a sitting position. "You stay here, 'k?" The boy winked at me and got up and ran out of my sight.
I internally sighed as I looked around my new home. It was wide and spacious, like my old home. I was facing a large table with only three chairs. There was a hall to the left of me, near the door. To my right, was a circle of couches around a television set. Over that was what assumed was the kitchen, because I saw a stove.
"Yuki! Yuki!" the boy came back, dragging a tall handsome blond haired man by wrist. "Come on, Yuki." "What is it this time, brat? It better be important!" "Look what I got!" The boy pointed at me. The man, 'Yuki' I presumed, turned toward me slowly as if I was some kind of prank. He stared at me. "So...you got...a stuffed animal?" "Yeah!" "…And stopped my work...for this?" "Yep!" Yuki rested his face in his hand, dangerously annoyed. The young man ignored this.
"Sooooo...can we keep him? Can we? Can we? Can we?" the boy pleaded in one breath. Yuki turned to the boy. The boy had puppy eyes on, focused on Yuki. "Please, please, pl~ea~se~! I promise he won't get in the way or anything! I'll even take care of him!" Yuki gave him a look, questioning the boy how he could take care of a stuffed animal, but the boy continued.
"You won't need to even look at him! I know! I'll do whatever you want! I won't struggle anymore if you force me on the bot-" "Do whatever you want!" Yuki interrupted. "Do whatever you want. I don't care." "Yuki," the boy said, with shimmering eyes. Without warning, the boy threw himself onto Yuki, locking lips with him in quick kiss. "Oh, Yuki! I love you! I love you! I love you! I~ love~ you~!" he yelled in one breath, rubbing his face on Yuki's.
"Get off!" Yuki exclaimed, as he pushed the boy away from him. The boy just bounced around, happy that his friend complied with keeping me. He skipped towards me, singing. He promptly picked me up. "Did ya hear that? Yuki says you can stay!" he danced around, holding me by front paws.
...That was...sudden... This boy is just...unpredictable. One second, he pleads and the next, he's giddy with joy! Well, at least he's friendly and nice.
"Hey, Shuichi." 'Shuichi' snapped out of his trance to turn to Yuki. "Yeah?" "...Why'd did you buy it?" Yuki took a cigarette box and a lighter from his chest pocket. "Why spend your money on a dirty rag?" I would have glared at him. What a jerk!
As Yuki lit the cigarette, Shuichi said, "Well, he reminds me of you..." Yuki looked at Shuichi strangely. "Look! He's got this gold on him-" "Looks more like a pale yellow to me," Yuki commented. Shuichi looked reproaching at Yuki and continued.
"He was also all alone...he looked...well, lonely." Shuichi raised me up, so I could look down, into his big, child-like eyes. "You were lonely, weren't you?" he asked, playfully, smiling. I wished once again that my mouth wasn't a bit thread. I...really wanted to thank him...
"Plus he's also really cute! Like you!" Shuichi immediately brought me down, hugging me tightly. Yuki must have been annoyed at this comment because Shuichi was swiftly hit on the head. Yuki walked back into the hall. "Hey! What about dinner?" Shuichi whined. Yuki turned his head to Shuichi. "Go to a convenience store. I'm busy." With that, Yuki continued on. I then heard a door slam shut and locked.
Shuichi sighed. "At least he's not telling me to go home any more..." Shuichi looked down at me, smiling. "Don't mind him. That's just his way of saying he likes you. Now, let's get ready." he walked into to another room in the hallway.
I assumed it was Shuichi's room. It was a total mess compared to the rest of the clean and prim house. After placing me on the bed, Shuichi placed me on the pillow and began to search for something off the side of the side of the bed.
"I know it's here somewhere," he mumbled as he began throwing things over himself. A dirty sock, CDs, old headphones, an ancient Gameboy, a broken Walkman, another dirty sock, some game cartilages for the Gameboy and childlike drawings flew by me. "Ah ha! Here it is!" Shuichi pulled out a small, empty green messager bag. "We can put both you and dinner in here!" he chirped to me. "Imma genius!" "No you're not!" an annoyed voice rang out. "Shut up and let me work, brat!"
Shuichi glared in the direction where the voice came from but continued to put his wallet, some heavy books, an MP3 player and me in the bag. As he was about to run out, he stopped and grabbed a pair of sunglasses and a paperboy hat. He ran out of the room and to the front door, where he stopped, put on the glasses and hat and turned toward the hall. "Yuki, I'm going out! I'll be back soon." A grunt signaled that his message had been received. Shuichi smiled and walked the door and out the apartment.
First chappie! I hope y'all loved it! Now to finish Chapter Two! Incidentally, Chapter Two is the second half of Chapter One... _ Yeah... Well, I still love it! :) Chapter Two coming soon! Look forward to it! Oh and please read and review.