Pinkshuchan: LALIHO! Hi everyone. This is Pinkshuchan here but you can call me Shu. Here is my next fanstory. Hope you enjoy it. But before we get into it, I must tell you the disclaimer. This story is inspired by The Three Musketeers. I don't own Gravitation or The Three Musketeers. Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami and The Three Musketeers belongs to Alexandre Dumas. The both of them are really good at making stories. It won't start like this, but later onto the story there will be BoyxBoy love. So if you like it, don't read it. Anyways, onto the show.

Chapter 1

To Become A Musketeer Or Not To Become A Musketeer

We all know the story of The Three Musketeers. And if you don't then looks like you have a little reading project to do. However, our story is not exactly The Three Musketeers but is a bit similar to it. Not completely, but is a bit similar. Our story is called The Three Graviteers. Yes, Graviteers. Don't mock it! Anyways, let's get to the story, shall we?

Our story begins in a little village in the countryside of Kantori. The people were poor, but they were always filled with joy. For you see, one of their own had become a musketeer and was the greatest musketeer the world had ever seen. His name was Yuki Kitazawa. He was loved by everyone in Kantori and inspired many children. But none far more inspired then that of a young 16 year old boy who looked up at him with so much respect. The boy's name was Eiri Uesugi and he dreamed of being a great musketeer just like his hero and join battle with him. When he was done with his chores, he would practice his skills as a musketeer with only a stick and a wooden dummy. He was willing to make his dream come true. Little did the young boy know that his life was about to change forever.

One day, the people had found out that their beloved musketeer had been killed in battle. Young Eiri didn't want to believe it but it was true. The poor boy's dreams had been shattered. He was never the same after that.

Six years had past since then. The people of Kantori were not the cheerful people they used to be, but what point was there to be cheerful when the greatest hero that came from their own village was killed. No matter how depressed they were, it was nothing compared to Eiri. He was no longer the same cheerful boy who dreamed of becoming a musketeer. His once cheerful golden eyes had turned into cold depressing eyes. His skin was always so pale it looked like he was made of snow. His bright golden hair had been darkened without having any sunlight in it. But most of all, he never practiced to become a musketeer after that; saying that it was only a child's game and that it wouldn't mean anything.

One day, Eiri's sister, Mika invited her brother to stay with her and her husband Tohma in the town of the kingdom, Toun. Tohma and Mika were the rulers of Toun and they were willing to give him training to become a musketeer. Even if Eiri didn't want it, they wanted him to come to discuss it and have him think it over. And so, Eiri agreed. He prepared himself for the journey.

He was ready to leave the next day. He had everything set up and grabbed his horse Gentou.

"Big bro! Wait up!"

Eiri turned his head to see his younger brother Tatsuha coming to him. "What is it, Tatsuha?" asked Eiri in a cold tone.

"Are you really going to leave?" asked Tatsuha "What about Father?"

"You're a big boy. You can take care of him."

"You know, you're really lucky. You can become a musketeer and be Kantori's new hero."

Eiri looked away from his brother. "I don't even know if I may take up that offer."

"You should! It was your dream to become a musketeer, wasn't it? Remember what you always said? You wanted to become a musketeer and be as great as Monsieur Kitazawa."

"That was then! This is now!"

Tatsuha sighed. "Whatever. Oh, have you heard the news?"

Eiri raised an eyebrow. "What news?"

"Last year, Toun had some bandits terrorizing the streets. The people there were really scared. The musketeers there couldn't do anything about it. Then one day, three musketeers in colorful clothes and masks came and defeated the bandits. They became known as the three musketeers; the mysterious saviors of Toun."

Eiri snickered. "That's ridiculous." he said "You sure that it wasn't just some stunt?"

Tatsuha looked offended. "If it really was a stunt, how come the musketeers couldn't defeat them?"

"Simple, the ones pulling the stunt, the 'three musketeers', had gotten skilled people to act as bandits." And so without another word, Eiri went off to Toun.

As he traveled from Kantori, he started to think the reason over; whether he should take the offer to become a musketeer or not. The only reason why he wanted to become a musketeer in the first place was because he admired Kitazawa and wanted to stand beside him in battle, so there's no point in accepting. However if he did decide to become a musketeer, he could get glory, the people of Kantori would think of him as a hero, he could get lots of money and have women swoon over him. But he may end up in the same fate as Kitazawa. So what would he do. Would he want to become a musketeer or not?

Pinkshuchan: That was the first chapter everyone. I hope people got my little joke on the names of the places. By the way, people that don't know what Gentou means, it means winter from what I read. So Read and Review everyone! Please tell me what you think, but if it's mean, don't say it. See ya next time!