Chapter 1: A Gilded Awakening

The soft, golden rays of the morning sun gently kissed the silk curtains of James' grand bedroom, rousing the young boy from his slumber. At just four years old, he inhabited a world of opulence and privilege that most could only dream of.

In the corner of the room, a finely polished antique clock chimed the hour, heralding the start of another day in the life of young James¹. His bedroom, a sanctuary of luxury, was adorned with an array of lavish toys, each meticulously placed to perfection.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, a petite and regal figure entered the room. Mrs. Hawthorne, his devoted nanny, was the guardian of this world of excess. Her uniform, crisply pressed and perfectly tailored, whispered of her dedication to her young charge.

With a tender touch, Mrs. Hawthorne approached the massive gilded bathtub, an extravagant fixture in the room. Its surface was strewn with fragrant rose petals, floating atop water that had been warmed to just the right temperature. A soft symphony played from a hidden source, creating a serene atmosphere that enveloped the room.

James, still wrapped in the embrace of sleep, was gently lifted and placed into the awaiting bath. His cherubic face, framed by golden curls, momentarily wrinkled in protest before succumbing to the soothing allure of the rose-scented water. Mrs. Hawthorne's hands, experienced and tender, bathed him with care, the ritual an art form that had been perfected over countless mornings.

Emerging from the bath, James was swathed in plush towels and dressed in his unique clothes .James' attire was a striking combination of classic elegance and his personal style preferences. He was dressed in a light blue tuxedo that matches the color of his eyes, the jacket impeccably tailored with delicate stitching and adorned with tiny buttons. The tuxedo pants were replaced with snug-fitting blue tights, a nod to his unique fashion sense and love for individuality.

On his feet, he wore sockless leather shoes, their polished sheen adding a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. These shoes were both comfortable and stylish, a perfect fit for his personality.

As he sat at the breakfast table, Alexander's attire was a harmonious blend of traditional formalwear and his personal twist, embodying his confidence and self-expression. His fashion choices celebrated his identity, and his two loving mothers, Eleanor and Isabella, wholeheartedly supported his choices, allowing him to be true to himself in every way. His golden locks were meticulously combed into place, each strand falling in perfect harmony.

Beyond the confines of his bedroom, the mansion sprawled with marble hallways, sparkling chandeliers, and finely manicured gardens that whispered tales of the family's grandeur. Despite his tender age, Alexander's morning routine offered a glimpse into a world where privilege knew no bounds.

In the mansion's elegant dining room, James took his place at the head of a grand table, a spectacle of refinement adorned with fine china, crystal glassware, and silverware that gleamed like starlight. It was here that the morning ritual continued, transformed into a shared experience that James cherished.

Eleanor and Isabella, James' two loving mothers, entered the room with grace and warmth, their presence filling the space with an aura of love. Their attire was a testament to their support for their son's unique style. Eleanor wore a flowing blouse in a matching shade of light blue, while Isabella's tailored suit featured a subtle hint of the same color.

As they took their seats on either side of James, the trio exchanged affectionate smiles and knowing glances. Eleanor Buffet leaned over to plant a soft kiss on James' cheek, her voice filled with adoration as she spoke, "Good morning, my darling James. You look positively dashing in your tuxedo."

James blushed at the compliment, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. "Thank you, Mom," he replied, his eyes sparkling with gratitude.

Isabella chimed in, her voice filled with pride, "Indeed, you do. It's wonderful to see you expressing yourself so beautifully, my love."

Despite knowing that this world is extermely tolerant towards his sexuality, it still made young James a little uncomfortable and hesitant until he finally revealed his bisexulaty two months ago on his 4th anniversary. The atmosphere at the table was one of love and acceptance, and as they shared breakfast, the conversation flowed freely.

James regaled his mothers with tales of his adventures with his neighbor, the boy who resembled a young Leonardo DiCaprio, and Eleanor and Isabella listened with rapt attention, their interest in his experiences reinforcing the special bond they shared.

In this world of privilege and acceptance, James' breakfast with his two mothers was a cherished daily ritual, a reminder of the love that filled every corner of his life.

While savoring his breakfast, our fair-haired young man couldn't help but reflect upon the four years that had passed. James, formerly known as Eric Davidson, had been a renowned director and producer. He had achieved fame through his science-fiction films, which seamlessly merged Hollywood's cutting-edge techniques with the captivating narratives found in Japanese animation.

Among his notable works, James had directed a trilogy of live-action adaptations centered around the Pokémon universe. He had also masterfully crafted a poignant love story that skillfully interwove elements from the narratives of "Your Name" and "Violet Evergarden." Furthermore, he had undertaken the ambitious task of adapting the first movie of "Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood."

These past accomplishments and his journey of personal transformation were a testament to his talent and artistic vision.

Tragically, James' life took a heroic turn when, at the pinnacle of his success, he met a fate that would be etched in the annals of history. One fateful day, while walking in a bustling city, he witnessed a child in peril, their safety hanging in the balance. Without hesitation, James sprang into action, risking everything to save the young life.

In his act of bravery, he pushed the child to safety, but in doing so, he found himself in harm's way. In that moment, as he shielded the child from danger, he knew the consequences of his choice. It was a selfless sacrifice that cost him his own life, leaving the world to mourn the loss of a brilliant talent and a compassionate soul.

As he took his last breath, James couldn't help but feel a profound regret. His latest creation, the premiere of "Fullmetal Alchemist," was just around the corner, a project he had poured his heart and soul into. He longed to see the audience's reactions, to witness the culmination of his artistic journey. The knowledge that he would never experience that moment haunted him in his final moments.

Yet, fate had more in store for James. In the cosmic realm, his spirit was met by three enigmatic witches who offered him a unique opportunity for rebirth.The first witch opened a portal to a world strikingly akin to his own, distinguished by an extraordinary degree of tranquility and harmony. This serenity had been meticulously crafted in the aftermath of a profound historical event—a third world war that raged unabated from 1952 to 1957, pitting the United States against the Soviet Union. The victors of this monumental conflict, led by the United States and its allies, had orchestrated a transformative reordering of global affairs. The aftermath saw Communist Russia and China partitioned into multiple small colonies, each under the jurisdiction of a consortium of formidable nations, with the United States ascendant as the preeminent power.

In this world, the acceptance of the LGBTQ+ community was not just the norm; it was celebrated. Love knew no boundaries, and James could live authentically without fear or prejudice, finding solace in a society where diversity was not only acknowledged but embraced wholeheartedly.

The second witch granted him a rebirth into a life that was the epitome of privilege and influence. James was born into a wealthy and influential family, where resources and opportunities were boundless. He would have the means to pursue his dreams and aspirations with unparalleled support.

The third witch bestowed upon him a remarkable gift—a towering intellect and wisdom beyond his years. With a prodigious IQ, James would navigate the world with unparalleled insight and the ability to shape it for the better. In this world of extraordinary minds, innovation, and compassion, James would use his intellectual prowess to contribute to the greater good, pushing the boundaries of human knowledge and understanding.

In this world of unprecedented peace, where geopolitical strife had given way to collaborative governance, James embarked on a new chapter of existence. His rebirth was not merely a second chance but a unique opportunity to flourish in a realm that had undergone profound evolution, transcending the shadow of warfare. Here, his artistic talents and intellectual acumen would find fertile ground in a society that had forged a path toward universal acceptance and harmony.

James entered this world as a scion of opulence, his family estate nestled amidst the verdant expanses of Long Island, a coveted domain within the borough of Manhattan. His primary maternal figure, Isabella Pearson, held the distinguished mantle of Senior Partner at Pearson Hardman, a veritable citadel among American law firms, founded under her stewardship in the pivotal year of 1974. An erudite and fair-haired luminary, Isabella's narrative was one of precocious achievement, commencing her academic journey at Harvard University at the tender age of ten and culminating in her graduation at a mere seventeen. The legal enterprise she birthed bore a striking resemblance to the prestigious firm portrayed in the illustrious television series, "Suits."

In stark contrast, Eleanor Buffet emerged as a female counterpart to the iconic Warren Buffet, her financial empire eclipsing his renowned wealth. She orchestrated the inception of her own investment bank, an establishment ranked in the upper echelons alongside venerable institutions such as Morgan Stanley, Lehman Brothers, and Goldman Sachs—these, collectively, comprising the crème de la crème of investment banking. Eleanor's stupendous wealth proclaimed her the wealthiest person on Earth, boasting an astronomical valuation of 175 billion dollars, a colossal sum that loomed large in the year 1979, an era yet unmarred by the encroachment of inflation. Such astounding wealth stood in stark contrast to the wealth's second seat of affluence, a mere 2 billion dollars by comparison.

The narrative of their intertwined journey was born within the hallowed corridors of Harvard, where both Eleanor and Isabella, distinguished graduates at the tender age of seventeen, first encountered one another. Their union of hearts and minds solidified just three months after their graduation, marking the commencement of a shared odyssey rich with concealed treasures. Among Eleanor's guarded assets lay a substantial 37% stake in Northrop Grumman, and 52% of Papercrane Airplanes, two of the United States' five monumental military complexes, thereby clandestinely positioning her as a puppeteer of covert influence. Further still, she wielded as an individual shareholder a considerable 30% share of the Federal Reserve of America, a legacy bequeathed through her singular status as her grandparents' sole heir. This tableau of wealth and heritage evinced that in this world, the familial lineage of James' mothers held an indelible place among the nation's founding stalwarts, mentioned in the same breath as the Morgans, Rockefellers, and Duponts.

Isabella Pearson herself hailed from the exalted Pearson family, a political colossus that had catalyzed the ascent of three U.S. presidents. Her grandfather, Gerald Pearson, took on the mantle as the third president within the annals of her esteemed lineage, guiding the nation from 1968 to 1976.

Remarkably, a watershed medical breakthrough in the year 1974 ushered in a new era—one where individuals of the same sex could partake in the miracle of childbirth. It was through this epochal innovation that James emerged as the biological offspring of his two mothers, inheriting his resplendent golden locks from Eleanor and his beguiling sky-blue eyes from Isabella—a testament to the extraordinary world in which he thrived.

In an abrupt shift of consciousness, James roused from his contemplative reverie, drawn back to the present moment as his mother, Eleanor, turned her attention toward him. With an affectionate smile, she imparted her forthcoming absence, her dulcet voice conveying the message, "Sweetheart, I shall be temporarily preoccupied for the next couple of days due to the inauguration of our commercial bank. Regrettably, I won't be able to grace your ballet rehearsal with my presence, but rest assured, I shall be in attendance for the premiere next week." She tenderly pressed a kiss upon his lips before embarking on her commitments.

In their familial tradition, James reciprocated the gesture of affection, bestowing a kiss upon hers too, an emblematic symbol of their love and bond. Concurrently, Mother Isabella, likewise enmeshed in her professional responsibilities, prepared to depart, summoned by the exigencies of her legal practice in assisting her client which happened to be the establishment of mom's bank through intricate legal procedures.

In the wake of these parental departures, a retinue of maids materialized, converging upon the dining table to orchestrate its meticulous arrangement, synchronizing their efforts with the choreography of an elegant ballet. Meanwhile, James, entrusted to the tutelage of his morning piano lessons, embarked upon his musical pursuits.

As the afternoon descended, following an ardent ballet rehearsal where he shared the floor with his childhood confidant and love, Maxwell Lynch, James commenced the laying of the foundational stones of his burgeoning entertainment career. This pivotal juncture marked the initiation of a journey that would see his artistic aspirations take flight, a path he was poised to tread with dedication and ardor.