Hi there!

This was meant to be a little oneshot for my other fanfiction Love, a collection of little drabbles, but I decided it was a bit too long, so I gave it it's very own fanfiction! The plot was a request from Feathery Fear. : )

Dedication:Feathery Fear! Hope I did your idea justice!

Summary: Okay… so basically Dai, Dark, Krad and Sato have all separated, they attend the same school and are quite happy. Then one night when Dark's trying to steal a book filled with poetry, Satoshi and him 'accidentally' kiss, and the next morning they awake to find they've switched bodies… so Satoshi is in Dark's body, and Dark's in Satoshi's… if you get me.

I hope you like it! xXx

Switched

Daisuke groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, the morning light shining from the window making his eyes sting. He half expected Dark to comment about how he'd been asleep for too long and how he was going to be late… but no rant about Daisuke's accidental lie-in came to greet Daisuke as he slowly adjusted to the new morning.

Daisuke had been quite pleased that he'd got his own body back, hell, he was ecstatic! Life could finally go back to how it used to be… or as much as it could return. His life would always be a little different from everyone else's, but it was relatively normal compared to having an 'angel' residing in the back of your mind now.

The point was… having his own life was amazing. Fantastic, even…. It was just a little odd; not having Dark with him at all times… To tell the truth, it was a little lonely nowadays… true, Dark and him had only been separated for about a month, but it felt like longer. Much longer.

It was the mornings that were tricky. Daisuke always expected to hear a warm (sometimes annoying) voice in the back of his head – no worries though.

He smiled, jumping out of bed.

He'd get used to the new change sooner or later.

Daisuke ran a hand through his messy hair, deciding to deal with that problem later; he moved onto the next hurdle: waking up Dark.

See – it wasn't as if Dark was out of his life completely – there was just a big different between having someone in your life and having someone with you all the time in your own head. Big difference. Dark was even living in the same house as him, he attended the same school, he was basically with Daisuke for every waking moment, but it still felt different.

Daisuke trod down the hallway to Dark's room, which had been transformed from their dusty guest room to Dark's new bedroom. Daisuke slowly opened the door and the peaceful sight of Dark sleeping away blissfully met Daisuke's tired eyes.

Dark's sleeping form was a real contrast from how he acted normally… everything was so quiet and relaxed when Dark lay resting, the sharp sunlight bathing him in a soft light… Daisuke smiled happily at the sight that caught his eyes, then coughed loudly.

Dark jumped up, dreary eyed and surprised, mumbling something about "five more minutes".

Daisuke sighed and left him be, in favour of getting himself ready for school.

-

Satoshi walked down the street, keeping up his fast pace despite his tired and aching muscles that moaned in discomfort. Krad was strolling along, slightly behind Satoshi. Satoshi's ice blue eyes glazed over as Krad opened his mouth to talk. No doubt another harsh comment that consisted of Krad's pessimistic views about the school day ahead of them. The blond angel had been positively ecstatic about the sudden separation, and Satoshi couldn't pretend that he wasn't mildly pleased by the turn of events as well. It still meant living with Krad, but he could manage that. It also made it easier to do his 'job' as well. His father kept pestering him to destroy Dark, and seeing Dark every day at school made it a lot easier to focus.

Despite his Father's persistence, Satoshi couldn't quite work out why Dark had to be stopped anymore. Their separation had turned both angels into living, breathing, functioning humans… there was no more magic hanging over them than anyone else. The only thing that made them any different was that they knewwhat they were… and all of the publicity about the Phantom Thief Dark attending their public school.

Satoshi shook his head, wondering what his Father wanted and why would get Satoshi absolutely nowhere in the world of school… he should just try to focus on the work in front of him and just function…

He'd been taught how to do that for many, many years and it hadn't caused him any problems until now.

Until now…

-

Dark's lips quirked upwards in a half-hidden smirk as he neared the gates of the school. Daisuke was walking next to him; the redhead was still annoyed by all the publicity… Dark could tell. That didn't stop him enjoying all the attention, cameras and adoration though… he had been instructed to avoid the many journalists as much as possible. The police hadn't been able to arrest, however much they wanted to, on account of Daisuke's Grandfather pulling a few strings. He hadn't known how well that guy was connected.

Dark still couldn't figure out why Satoshi and his all important force of 'special' officers hadn't arrested him on sight – in fact, he even attended the same school as that guy! Frankly, Dark couldn't work out why the blue eyed boy was being so nice to him in public. He wished he could say the same about Krad. He'd had many a lecture on violence and many, many detentions thanks to Krad. Things were so different when Satoshi and himself were alone, fighting over artwork… there would be the same snide comments and the attempts to capture him as there always was… but at school, Satoshi was a completely different person.

A journalist sauntered up to Dark with a huge grin on her face, and a TV crew behind her back.

"Mr Dark," She started to say, giving a dismissing glace to Daisuke, "How does it feel to experience a normal education? What's it like for a handsome celebrity," She gave him a soft smirk, "like you to try and make friends?"

Dark grinned at her, about to answer when Daisuke rolled his eyes and leaned across Dark to speak into the microphone the woman was holding in front of Dark to say, "You shouldn't say things to him like that, it'll only boost his ego. And it's making us late for class."

The journalist and the entire camera crew behind her gave Daisuke a murderous look.

Dark almost laughed, but recovered his cool. He smirked and said softly, "Another time, maybe?" and then gave the woman his deadly smile. Oh yes, he could practically hear her (and her entire TV crew) swooning as he turned away and walked casually into the school. With extra casual. He gave himself a mental pat on the back.

"You shouldn't look so pleased with yourself!" Daisuke pouted.

"Iam pleased with myself."

-

Dark panted. This was hard work… he never remembered it being this tricky… maybe he was getting weaker? Naw – could never happen. This was defiantly getting harder. He let himself regain his cool and catch his breath in the safety of the shadows for a few seconds before running out and attempting to get past the traps and officers. The officers were easy as pie… It was Satoshi's traps that were getting him down… there were so many, and they were so hard… he'd had to wriggle out of countless nets, dodge too many sharp objects that fired past him, and come too close to getting killed or worse, caught, for his liking.

Was it worth it? He didn't even know what he was fighting for… he swore as something sharp hit his upper arm. Another sharp object hit his thigh. He let the sense of pain overtake him for the briefest of moments, wincing and moaning, before deciding that was enough time taken over his poor limbs… and enough time embarrassing himself, to be honest.

He felt another weapon fly past him, narrowly missing his left cheek. Where were they coming from? He gritted his teeth in desperation. He couldn't see a damn thing in the darkness that surrounded him. He tried to get as close to a wall as possible… He felt something against his back and pushed himself up against it, trying to make as little body exposed to the weapons flying past him. The wall behind him suddenly decided to give way, and before Dark could stop himself, he was falling into another room. He looked up, heart racing, and realised that the 'wall' he'd been leaning against had been a door. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He quickly jumped up before anybody might see his not-so-graceful fall, and examined the room. It was brighter than the corridors he'd been running through; it was lit with candle's, giving the room a much softer feel. In the middle of the room was a book, which looked as if it had just been dropped. Other than the book, the room appeared empty… Dark gave the shadows a suspicious glare before creeping over to the book.

Who said that he'd lost all his 'magic' when he'd separated from Daisuke? He could practically smell the magical and somewhat alluring aura seeping from this book. He knew that this was what he'd been looking for – now if he could just grab this and get out…

He looked down at the book, which had fallen open at a page that harboured many cramped pictures and annotations. The book looked like it had been handwritten, ancient and mysterious.

Now… normally, Dark would have grabbed the book unceremoniously and ran… but, for whatever reason… this time, he didn't. The book drew him closer, tempting him, making his interest and senses run wild. He vaguely registered that he was crouched down, peering over the book with enchanted eyes, scanning over the writing with an interest he didn't know he possessed.

His mouth found the words scribbled on the page before his mind:

"Your experience means nothing

To these bitter words we cling

What imagination fails to tell

You will find in the depths of this spell

What it feels like to truly love

A spell sent from above

Walking in another's shoes

Will test if your love is true."

Dark murmured the words over and over, trying to decipher the meaning… it was there, staring him in the face, but he couldn't find it… The words meant nothing to him.

"Enjoying the poetry?" A cold voice sounded, bringing Dark out of his trance and back to reality. He whirled around to find Satoshi staring at him with a smirk plastered to his face, as if it wasn't really meant.

Dark snatched up the book, bringing it close to his chest as if protecting it. He gave Satoshi a wary look before backing up against the wall… the door he'd crashed through was on the other side of the room, with Satoshi being his only barrier between him and safety. He was in no mood whatsoever to play right now. He just wanted to get out of here… for some reason, he felt unexplainably drowsy… he blamed the book.

He was leaning against the cold stone wall now, trying to regain his energy… it would be awful to get this far now and not get out… He blinked, his eyes becoming heavy… clutching the book tight to his chest, he slid down the wall and let his eyes slide shut.

-

Satoshi stared, unbelieving, at the sleeping angel before him, huddled against the wall. His automatic reaction would be to grab the book and lock down the building so as to capture Dark at last… but… he'd trying to avoid capturing Dark – this was an opportunity to please his Father, to capture Dark and ease his problems… but he didn't want to. He stared, wide eyed, surprised at his own revelation. He'd always survived his 'meetings' with his father by relying on the fact that he wasn't good enough to catch Dark, that Dark was too fast, too experienced, too good… but how was he going to explain this? He gulped, unsure of what to do. He didn't want to hurt, he didn't want to win.

Without Krad here to take over and try to eliminate Dark, he was left on his own. He could make his own decision.

Satoshi almost didn't know how to handle this new found power he had suddenly stumbled upon.

He couldn't stop staring at Dark's sleeping form, the dark angel looked absolutely exhausted – he was still holding the book tightly. Satoshi's eyes moved to the book, ancient and decrepit but Dark seemed to be drawn to it somehow. It had distracted his from his escape. That book had made Dark collapse and put Satoshi in this dilemma… should he act like he had at least tried to capture Dark? Or should he just leave him be and tell his Father that… what would he tell his Father?

Satoshi's brain was going haywire as his eyes returned to the content and peaceful face of Dark. How could someone look so innocent as they slept?

Satoshi would have to look into that. Was it the same for all people? Or just Dark?

Caught up in his thoughts, distracting himself from making that decision – save Dark or save himself from his Father's anger – he gazed at Dark.

-

Where was he? Why was his bed so horribly uncomfortable? Why had he fallen asleep in his sweaty clothes? Why was the pain in his leg and arm so immense? Questions floated aimlessly around Dark's head as he slowly left the lands of sleep. He tried to recall his great escape as he ran over what had happened last night… but he came up blank. He couldn't ever remember being this drowsy and subdued… he remembered up to the poem he'd read… and then it went blank.

He smirked to himself, eyes still closed. He probably went on autopilot and made his greatest escape yet… there would be a million and one pretty journalists waiting outside the school to ask him how on earth he did it, and he might even go as far as showing them his battle wounds… show them how heroic he was…

He smiled and shifted, still wondering why his bed was so uncomfortable.

Dark opened his eyes and the image of a candle lit, stone room met his eyes. Huh. This wasn't his room. Where was he? He tried to recall how he'd got home… still blank. That probably meant that hehadn't gone home. Still here.

Oh God.

He had not just passed out in front of that Satoshi boy, had he? How pathetic, how stupid, how vulnerable of him… why was he so tired, anyway? He was still tired. It was so hard to keep his eyes open… he groaned, shifting his body – ouch! – he was slumped in a kind of sitting position, head and back bent at an odd angle not even he could cope with. He moaned again – not in pain, no, Dark Mousy wasn't that pathetic – and tried to see if he was alone.

Satoshi was sitting next to him, back leant against the wall. Now normally Dark would have jumped away from him, he wasn't that big on physical contact at the best of times, but with the guy who had tried to kill him countless times… no… but he was too tired right now. God, why was he so tired?! He couldn't even lift his head from where it was resting on Satoshi's shoulder… now that was embarrassing… but for some reason he didn't register the embarrassment, he didn't really care at this moment in time.

He moaned again, attracting Satoshi's attention away from whatever he was so intent on.

"Oh, you're awake."

Dark just mumbled again… that was his attempt at something witty and preferably insulting, but a mumble was all he could manage.

"You were out for about half an hour."

More mumbling. So smooth. Dark mentally cursed himself, yet again. He didn't let his cool slip for anyone… let alone this Satoshi boy.

Dark managed to open his eyes again, and actually saw how close Satoshi was to him. He could feel Satoshi's breath on his forehead. He was so close… but for whatever reason, Dark didn't seem to mind. Dark was staring up at Satoshi… he couldn't remember the last time he was this close to somehow who wasn't a pretty girl or Daisuke, but they didn't count.

It was emotionally and physically stifling. Without meaning to, Dark leaned in towards Satoshi.

To these bitter words we cling …. What it feels like to truly love…. Will test if your love is true…

Satoshi's eyes were closed, he was deep in thought, brow furrowed. The ice blue eyes slid open to reveal Dark, less than an inch away from Satoshi's own face.

Dark's eyes were half lidded and he looked oh so tired… Satoshi automatically (and half accidentally) leaned forward, bridging the gap between the two boys.

They stayed like that for an instant, kissing, time standing still… unable to react, unable to move, unable to think. It was a dangerous feeling, they both felt it coursing through their veins as they slowly connected the dots and came to the result that they were kissing.

Dark was the first to act, jerking away sharply – all remains of the tiredness gone and replaced with a wide awake urgency. Satoshi's hand rose to cover his mouth, as if disgusted

A look of distaste lingered on Dark's face before his senses returned – he grabbed the book and scrambled across to the door he'd fallen through a mere 45 minutes ago. The sharp objects had ceased, thankfully, and he was able to run through the corridors without too much hassle, only a few guards.

He put a hand to his lips, a blush creeping up his neck as he ran over in his mind what had just happened… how had it happened? It was an accident, of course. An accident. Accidents happen.

His feet pounded along the road, the feeling of sedated tiredness returning just as he closed the door behind him. He stumbled up the stairs, throwing himself on his bed at the first chance he got. No time to undress, no time to make sure his two newly acquired wounds weren't going to get infected. He probably looked like hell… aw well, it wasn't as if any one was going to see. He let his mind rest, making sure to suppress any feelings of embarrassment and stay away from the confusing, tender and unwelcome subject of Satoshi.

Sleep came easily.

You'll have to excuse the bad poetry and the grammar…

I really hope you like it, a very big THANK YOOU for reading xXx

Please leave a review on your way out! I'll post more soon, I've got about half of it written already. Yay! They find out they've switched in the next chappie!

Okay… well… thank you again… love to hear what you think ::hugs::