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On the Street of Dreams

Written by: chochowilliams

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary:�
AU.� What was supposed to be a
one-night stand, changes their lives forever.

Chapter Summary:� How they came to be.

Warning: shouta, angst, drama, romance, m-preg,
language, m/m sexual content, OC, OOC

Inserts:� --

A/N:�
Think of �Eric� as �Eiri� and �Sara� as �Shuichi�.� Trust me.�
This all plays in with the story, though I suppose you can skip this
part if you want.

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Prologue:
Historical Beginnings

Names, dates and locations were unknown when the
manuscript was discovered at the bottom of a trunk in an attic of an elderly
woman's house in New York.� The story it told was set in a time when the
land was nothing but untamed wilderness, when boomtowns sprang up and then
dried up to become ghost towns when the mines had no more to give.� It was a time when cowboys, Indians, Billy
the Kid, Wyatt Earp, Wild Bill Hicock, the Pony Express, Stage Coaches, trading
posts, and the pushing forth of the railroad was the norm.� It was a time when Wild West meant just
that.� The brittle yellow sheets held
together with twine also told of something else, something that would change
the course of history forever.

When it was first found, the story it told was just
too incredible to believe, but after a long and exhausted search, descendants
of the couple were found and did something nobody had expected.� They verified the story.� Every single word of it was all-true.

Around the time of the American Civil War, there was a
very prominent and well-respected man living in Pennsylvania.� He had already been a well-loved mayor of the
city he lived in and was gearing up to run for governor.� He had plans to run for senator after his
term as mayor was over and eventually President, but when he came home one day after
a long and exhausting meeting with some very wealthy backers, he found his only
son playing among his mother and younger sister's belongings.�

After a switch and stern talking to, the father
quickly forgot about the incident until he discovered his son in the arms of
another male the next day.�

The father became enraged.� An hour later, his son was disappearing down
the road with only a small bag and the clothes on his back.� From that day on, his son was dead.

The boy traveled out west where he landed in a rough
boomtown in Texas.� In this place, every man, woman and child
would kill you just as soon look at you.�
Here, the sheriff was run out of town and guns were the people's Bible.

He started doing tricks to earn some money.� At first, his type of �service� was not taken
too kindly.� When clients discovered a
�Jimmy� and not a �Jane� under his skirt, the layers of petticoats and bloomers
he wore, he was paid with a split lip, black eyes, and broken bones.�

One day, things started to turn around for him.

��

The owner of the town's oldest and most respected
saloon just happened to be also the owner of the only brothel in the area and
had over a dozen girls working for him.�
Coincidentally, just the week before, he lost a girl to childbirth.� When he heard rumors of a boy that was
pretending to be a woman and stepping in on his territory, he got a brilliant
idea.� Instead of running him out of town
or stringing him up like the freak he was, the boy would work his trade for
him.

The boy was not sure about the offer when the man
first brought it to him.� If his first
fortnight in town was any indication, working in a brothel was not going to
change anything, but the man reassured him that he had nothing to worry
about.� Hank, the owner of the brothel,
may be a lowdown dirty thief and a scoundrel but in this town, he was a
God.� Besides, there was a calling for
the kind of �trade� the boy offered.� You
just had to know where to look.� Having
no other choice, the boy agreed.

A year later, a man rode into town with his
posse.� This man was known to be one of
the cruelest, cold-hearted bastards in the territory.� He had been riding for a week and was hot,
dirty, hungry and horny.� He wandered
into the saloon looking to satisfy his many needs.� He satisfied the first three, but Hank was
unable to help him with the last.� All of
his girls either were otherwise pre-occupied or had taken ill.

This hardened outlaw, Eric, at that moment looked up
and saw one of the most gorgeous creatures he had ever seen in his entire life.

She was a tiny thing, not much bigger than a child was
with a lithe frame.� She was of narrow
waist and shoulder and was flat chested, but that was all right.� He was not much for tits, anyway.� Her jet-black hair was arranged in beautiful
French curls with one long curl tossed over her shoulder that had been dyed a
bright pink.� The curl matched the garter
on her very upper and shapely thigh.� A
black choker graced her slender neck.�
Black fishnet stockings and heeled ankle boots finished off those lovely
legs.� An off the shoulder purple and
black lace dress was so tight it left nothing to the imagination.� It showed off her curves and child-like body
to perfection.� Her violet eyes scanned
the saloon with boredom, a little fear and exhaustion.� She looked like an angel standing up there,
beautiful and regal.� His heart was
beating a rapid tattoo against his breast and he felt a sudden flurry of wings
in his stomach.

�Who's that?� Eric asked distractedly, totally
enthralled and drooling over this heart breaking beauty.

Hank looked where his old friend was looking and
chuckled knowingly.� �Sara,� the
longhaired blond man said.� He glanced at
the outlaw and smirked.� �She's
for�'special' customers.�

�What's that mean?� Eric asked, not caring and not
really paying much attention.� There was
something about this woman, something called him to her.� He wanted nothing more than to sweep her into
his arms, carry her to her room, and make sweet love to her.� He wanted to protect her from the leering
eyes of the other men in the saloon.

�Sara�isn't what she seems,� Hank said cryptically.

�I want her.�

Hank raised an eyebrow.� �You want her?� Are you sure?�
You know there's no refund-�

�How much?�

Hank felt a little guilty for tricking one of his
oldest friends like this, but he had to make a living somehow.� He named the hefty price and watched in
amusement and growing confusion, as the man did not bat so much as an eye.

Eric handed over the gold without incident.

Hank caught the young girl's eyes and signaled her
down while Eric took a seat at an empty table.�
The saloon owner whispered something in her ear and pointed to her
client.

Sara studied the man sitting at a table by the dust
and grim covered window.� He was larger than
she was, in every sense of the word.� He
was at least a head taller with yellow blond hair that gleamed in what little
sunlight could pass through the window.�
His wide set shoulders and broad, muscled chest was entrenched in a
white four-button pullover shirt with a high, rounded collar.� Over that, he had a black suede vest and
matching floor length trail duster.� His
thick, tree trunk legs were encased in matching black pants and spurred boots
that looked as if they needed a good spit and polish.� A black hat sat on the table in front of
him.� Underneath that long jacket, she
could see a double-tooled black holster with twin peacemakers in a black
finish.

She gulped at the sight of those nasty looking
guns.� Violence had never been her
favorite forte.

The man was studying her with the same intensity,
those yellow-brown eyes glanced her over.�
There was something about the way he was looking at her that made her
suddenly nervous and sent her pulse racing.�
She mis-stepped, nearly losing her balance. �She got a weird, funny feeling in the pit of
her stomach.� She gulped nervously and
made her way over to the man.� She smiled
seductively and sashayed her way over to him, swallowing her sudden nervousness

The man stood up as she approached.� She greeted him and led him up the staircase
to her small room.

Eric shut the door, locking it behind him.� He grabbed the girl's arm and yanked her
towards him roughly.� He held her tightly
against him and grabbing a handful of her silken black hair, jerked her head
back and ravaged her mouth.� His tongue
forced its way in, exploring and dominating the damp cavern.� His teeth nipped, pulled, and suckled.

Sara moaned into the mouth and wrapped her arms around
the man's neck.� She had never felt this
way before with a customer.� She was on
fire.� She had to have him.� Here.�
Now.� He was like an addiction,
something she had to have.

Eric's hands cupped Sara's ass and lifted her up.� She immediately wrapped her legs around his
waist, pressing herself into the throbbing hardness she could feel.� The outlaw walked over to the bed and dumped
the woman onto it unceremoniously.� Fuck
romance.� He wanted this woman and he was
going to have her.� He was not in the
mood for lovey-dovey crap, no matter what this crazy broad was doing to
him.� He was rock hard and felt as it he
was going to explode.

Impatient, Eric threw up the skirt, nearly ripping it
and pulled down the small bloomers.� He
decided to leave the stockings, garter and boots on because he loved the
friction it caused as they rubbed against him as he was thrusting into a woman.

Turning back, he stopped cold.� �What the fucking hell,� he whispered, not
really believing what he was seeing.� His
yellow eyes traveled from the engorged member lying between the shapely thighs
to the purple eyes staring back at him with blatant lust.� �What the fuck are you?� he yelled in
anger.� �What the hell is going on?�

Sara's eyes dropped, the lust fading into
disappointment.� Her face was burning
with shame and embarrassment.� Straightening
her skirts, she sat up on the creaking bed.�
�I'm sorry,� she whispered.� �Hank
didn't tell you.� He�he saves me
for�'special-`�

Eric waved her explanation aside.� �I know.�
He told me and seeing that,� he pointed to the boy's now limp
penis, �I get what he meant.�

Sara stood up and started walking past the stunned
man.� �I know there's no refund policy
but he shouldn't have deceived you like that.�
I'll-�

A vice-like grip on her arm stopped her.

She turned and stared in confusion at the man.� �What're you-?�

��

The outlaw shook his head.� It was weird.�
Strangely, he was not disgusted or humiliated by the sight that had
greeted him as he had lifted up that skirt.�
What was even more confusing, was that he did not want this strange he-she
male to walk out that door.� A flash of
her standing on the second floor landing looking over the crowded saloon
flashed in his mind and all those feelings returned.� No, he had been attracted to her from that
very second.� Learning she was really a
he, strangely enough did not dampen those feelings or the strong sexual desire
he felt.� If anything, it only added to
it.

Sara stared at the man open mouthed and confused.� �You still�I mean, you paid for a woman,
right?� And well, I'm not��

Eric shook his head.�
�I paid for someone I was instantly attracted to,� he confessed.� He cupped her cheek and smiled softly at her.

Her eyes widened in shock.� A blush colored her cheeks.� �A�a�tract...ed to?�

Eric nodded, chuckling at the girl's pink cheeks.� She was cute when she blushed.� He had no idea what had come over him and at
that moment, he really did not care.� His
head descended and he captured her soft lips, gently pulling her against him.

From that day on, Sara became known as �Eric's girl�
and anyone caught with his pants down would receive �divine retribution�.

Several months later, Sara's health changed.� It seemed as if she was constantly tired and
fatigued; even if all she did was, sit around her room all day.� She could wake up from a two-hour nap groggy,
as if she had not slept all night.�
Periodically through the day, she would throw up.� She could hardly keep anything down when she
ate.� She complained of headaches that
would attack her.

She had no idea what was wrong with her.� In-between bouts of nausea and fatigue, she
was, strangely enough, perfectly normal.�
Eric was very concerned about his lover.�
When the symptoms did not cease after nearly two months, he decided to
take Sara to the doctor, who was, ironically enough, located right across the
street from the saloon/brothel.

Their fingers linked, Eric led his girl into the
doctor's office.� �Hey, Doc,� he called
as he flung open the door.

The woman sitting behind the desk jumped,
startled.� She was wearing a plain
blue-checkered dress with a white smock over it.� Her brown hair was piled up on her head.� The desk in front of her was littered with
open books and paper.� �May I help you?�
she asked in an even voice.

Eric started to draw out his pistol, but a slender
hand stopped him.� He stared at his lover
with a raised eyebrow.� She shook her
head, a determined look on her face.�
Sighing, Eric dropped her hand and told the lady doctor, without looking
at her, �My girl here is sick.� Can you
take a look at her?�

�Of course.��
She stood up and rounded the desk.�
She led Sara to the examination table in the center of the room.� �What seems to be the problem?�

Sara was so nervous she felt like she was going to be
sick.� She glanced at Eric.� As if sensing her distress, he stood besides
her and held her hand, squeezing it gently.�
She took a deep breath.� As long
as her Eric was here, then things would be okay.� �Well, for the past two months, I've been
very tired all the time.� Uhm, I tend to
have terrible headaches.�

The doctor nodded.�
�Have you been suffering from any kind of stress?� Mental or physical strain?� Have you been drinking enough?� Because that could cause your aches.�

Sara opened her mouth to speak, but Eric beat her to
it.� �That's not all,� he told the
woman.� �She's been throwing up a lot.�

The doctor blinked, absorbing the new facts.� A smile lit her face.� �If you'd wait outside, sir, I'll do a
physical exam to make sure, but I believe I know what the problem is.�

Sara paled.� She
was to be left alone with this lady.�
No!� No!� No!�
She clutched desperately at Eric.�
He could not leave her!� She shook
her head.� She clawed and clung to her
man.

�Don't worry, everything'll be fine,� the doctor tried
to assure her, seeing her fright.

Eric sighed.�
�Don't worry, Sara.� I'll be right
outside, alright?�� Kissing his girl on
the forehead, he forced himself to let go of her and wait outside for the
diagnosis.

~*~

To Eric, it seemed as if the exam was taking
forever.� He had never been so worried in
his entire life and he was a wanted outlaw in half the states and several
territories.� His knees bounced
uncontrollably.� He worried his
nails.� He could not stop thinking about
the very real fact that his �girlfriend� was no girl.� If the doctor was going to do a physical
exam, then that meant she would-

He jumped to his feet when the door to the clinic
slowly creaked open.

The doctor stared at the wooden planked walkway as she
stepped out of the clinic.� �Uh, I
don't...Eric?� Let me ask you this,
first.� Did you know...did you realize
that...Sara is-?�

Eric hissed and glanced around to make sure nobody was
around.� He dragged her as far away from
the street as he could get.� �Shh,� he
whispered.� �And did I know that she was
a he?� Yes, I did.� I found that out the day we met but what does
that have to do with anything?� What is
wrong with her?� Is she going to be
alright?�

�Well...�� The
doctor sighed and motioned for him to follow her into the clinic.

Immediately, Eric went to his lover's side and hugged
her tight, kissing the top of her head.�
�Are you alright?�

Sara nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist and
holding onto him as if he were the last solid thing in the world.

�Well, let me say first that Sara is not sick.�

The couple sighed in relief.� Sara snuggled closer to her boyfriend as Eric
hugged her in relief, but then it hit him.�
If she was not sick, then what was wrong with her?� This stupid doctor could not tell him that
the fatigue, nausea, and headaches were from nothing.

�Doctor, what-?�

�Uh...I don't know how to say this but...it seems
that...well, when Sara was born, not only was she...he born with all
the...facilities of a normal male, but apparently...he was, uh...born with,
uh...something else.�

Eric and Sara exchanged confused glances.

The doctor nodded.�
�You see all the symptoms you told me she...he...has been exhibiting,
well, it's the same symptoms pregnant woman show.�

�What!?�

�That was why I was so sure I knew what was wrong with
her, but when I saw that she was...well, I had second thoughts, but when I did
the exam I found that...�� The woman
sighed and turned towards a startled and shocked Sara.� �Tell me.�
Have you been bleeding on a regular basis?�

Sara blinked, taken back by the question.

�Bleeding?� What
does-?�

�Please, Eric, let her answer.� Sara?�

Sara nodded, still confused.� �Since I was eleven.�

The doctor nodded

�Doctor-�

�Like I said, you were born with �something else',
something you shouldn't have.�

Sara was starting to get scared.� She clutched tighter to Eric who was
beginning to lose what little patience he had.�
�Doctor!� If you don't tell me
what the fuck is wrong-�

The doctor shook her head vigorously, waving her hands
to ward off his threats.� �No!� You do not understand!� Nothing is wrong with her!� I mean, for a guy, he should not have been
born with this, but-�

Eric growled.

�Tell me, have you been bleeding the last few months?
Since the symptoms started, say?�

Sara thought about it and realized she had not.� She shook her head.

Knowing that would be the answer, the doctor glanced
from one to the other.� �Like I said, I'm
not sure how or why, but...it seems as if you're...as if Sara is well...�

��

Sara and Eric held their breath in anticipation.� If she was not sick, then what was wrong with
her?� What was she born extra with?

�...pregnant.�

The couple sat there dumbfounded, not sure, they heard
the doctor right.� After the doctor
assured them she was not joking, Eric groaned and his eyes rolling into the
back of his head, collapsed into a heap.

Yes, it was true.�
Sara- who had been born male and was still male- had been born with a
little something extra, the ability to bare children.� She was not the first, nor was she the
last.� People like Sara were more common
than anybody thought, but because they were afraid of ridicule and the
backlash, they stayed hidden.

Slowly over the next century and a half, more and more
people stepped forward claiming to be one of these �mutated freaks of
nature�.� They were hated, feared and
ridiculed, just as they always feared.�
Many were killed or abandoned by their own parents.� Those that managed to survive a childhood
plagued with hate, scorn and jeering, would be dragged out of bed, beaten and
then strung up.

�Neutrals� as they were soon dubbed, were kept
segregated from the �normal� people.�
They had their own shops, restaurant, schools, buses and even their own
section of town they had to stick to.� It
did not seem to matter to people that this so-called mutation was not a disease
that could be carried in the wind by a sneeze.�
They did not care that �neutrals� were not a completely new and
different race born only to other �neutrals�.�
Having a child who was born as a �mixed child� was the same as trying to
have either a boy or a girl, but people were stone cold deaf when it came to
truth.� All that mattered was that there
were children being born who were both a man and a woman.� Not one and not the other.� Not a boy and not a girl.� Freaks of nature.� Immoral, sacrilegious mongrels.

By the end of the twentieth century, things began to
change.� Nobody was sure how, when or why
it started, but the attitudes towards neutrals changed and for the better,
though there is always that one or two isolated pockets who refused to change with
the times.

A little over a century after the first documented
case of the existence of neutrals, on the other side of the world, another
neutral was born to a Japanese couple. They named him, Shuichi Shindou.

---TBC---

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