Night had fallen, and after a round of hardcore sex, Misaki was tucked underneath of Akihiko's arm.
"Goodnight, Misaki. I love you," Akihiko said one last, kissing his brunette on the forehead.
Misaki squinted his eyes in embarrassment. "G-goodnight, Usagi-san."
After a month of exhausting night shift, Nowaki was finally able to see Hiroki tonight. They enjoyed a wonderful evening of Nowaki's cooking, which was later followed by hours of loving intercourse.
Shinobu had come over to Miyagi's apartment complex, complaining about how the older man never visited him. To make it up to the boy, Miyagi told the boy to stay for the evening. Later, Shinobu had fallen asleep inside Miyagi's arms, a pout still plastered upon his face.
Then all of their troubles began.
Somehow, during the night, Miyagi had rolled away from his lover, so upon his waking, he tried to bring him back into his embrace. Instead, he found that a firm pair of folded around his chest. What the...WHAT'S GOING ON! Looking upwards, he saw a stranger silver hair. There's no possible way I... "Excuse me, who are you?" What's wrong with my voice box? I sound like a college student!
A groan sounded out of Hiroki's lips. Nowaki was probably trying to snuggle closer to him, even though the man knew how much it embarrassed him.
"What," he snapped. Hiroki peered out of slitted eyes. He was surprised to find himself lounging on a bunch of pillows, but what was even more shocking was that one of his student, Misaki Takahashi, was currently wrapped inside of his arms. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED? AND WHY ARE YOU NAKED WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
What the hell! Now this guy's yelling at me solely because I asked for his name! "What's your problem? All I did was ask who you were, but apparently we both don't know each other," Miyagi said crossing his arms.
"What do you mean we don't know each other? Do you have amnesia? You're in one of my classes, you idiot! Now get out of my bed, right now! Where is Nowaki?"
Miyagi was slowly inching away from the silver-haired lunatic, who, ever since they had awoken and met, had done nothing but yell. Though he stopped when the stranger mention a person by the name of Nowaki. "Do you know someone named Nowaki? Are they a doctor," Miyagi asked curiously, but cautiously.
"Yes...why do you ask?" Hiroki raised an eyebrow at the boy. How did he even know Nowaki was a doctor? "Wait! Why should I have to answer to you at all? Get out of my house, right now!"
God, what is this person's problem! He does nothing but yell! ... Kind of similar to Hiroki when he yells at the students... He could be...But, that's unlikely... Though, he most certainly does fit the part... Wait! He knows me-in a sense! Thank goodness! " Who did you think I was again?"
"I know that you're Takahashi-kun. Who else would you be?" Hiroki was a little worried. It's one thing to know a person with amnesia. It's an entirely different situation when you wake up with a person who has amnesia, and you both have no recollection of you got there.
"Okay. That's great! What's my whole name," Miyagi asked curiously. Impatience was getting the better of him. At least he knows me...sort of.
"You're Misaki Takahashi... Are you okay? You're slightly scaring me," Hiroki responded, watching the brunette in front of him as the boy jumped on his knees.
"Yes! Yes! Great! You know who I am! But, do you know who I really am?"
"Didn't I just answer that question?"
"Okay, this may come off a little weird, but I'm actually Miyagi You." Now for his reaction.
What? No...There's no way... No, no way. Hiroki burst out laughing.
"You want proof? You're dating that doctor, Nowaki," Miyagi said knowingly, priding himself for containing the information.
All at once, his face became deadly serious. How did he know that? There's no way he could know that! Then again, he's dating that perverted Akihiko, isn't he? Bakahiko probably told him! I'll kill that bastard! "Tsk, S-so what? That not really anything." Hiroki tried to laugh it off when instead, he ended up sounding more nervous.
"I had to clean the library up after you two," Miyagi retorted.
"Miyagi sent you to do that," Hiroki harshly questioned him. I didn't know students were still in the building!
"Oi! How stubborn are you?"
"What!"
"What's it going to take to make you believe I'm Miyagi?"
"How about something about 'your' life instead," Hiroki shot.
"M-my life..." Miyagi gulped nervously. What could I say to him to make him believe? Hiroki did know about Shinobu, but did he actually have the guts to say that to his coworker? If it's the only thing to make him believe...
Hiroki smiled victoriously for he had finally convinced the boy...but did that mean the boy was insane? Uh-oh!-
"I'm seeing the dean's son," the brunette whispered.
Hiroki stared wide-eyed at the lad. "Miyagi?"
"Finally!" Miyagi threw his arms around the taller figure. "Oh, thank you for coming around! Though, I never realized before how stubborn you are."
Completely ignoring the comment, Hiroki still wanted to resolve the current situation. "How did you get inside of Takahashi-kun's body?"
"I don't know, but I think you may have the same problem, my friend. Look in a mirror." Miyagi scanned the room for a mirror, but to no prevail. He couldn't see one with all the toys lying about. What are we in, a child's room?
"What do you mean?" Fear stared creeping down every vein in Hiroki's body.
"You've got silver-gray hair with purple eyes." Miyagi nodded an affirmative. He turned out fine, but what about me? He said I was a college student. I don't mind that much, but what about pimples! If I have to go through that again, I would prefer my old self back!
"Eh? Oh my-! Don't tell me I'm Akihiko for pete's sake!" Hiroki's eyebrow twitched from his fury. This must be karma coming to get me, huh? I'll show you, Bakahiko! I'll show you all, you idiotic brats!
"You're who?" Confusion clouded Miyagi's thoughts. He didn't recognize the name, but that could explain why he didn't remember the stranger.
Misaki groaned in irritation as the sunlight drifted onto his eyelids. I guess it's time to wake up. Misaki shifted to his right, expecting a pair of arms to hold him tighter, but he felt nothing. Opening his eyes, he saw a black-haired person in front of him. Wide-eyed, Misaki poked the person's forehead to try to awake them. This person looks familiar...isn't he the person who sold me those flowers?
Who the hell would be poking me this fucking early in the morning! Shinobu woke up and shot of deadly glare at the other male. Speaking of which, he resembled the person whom Miyagi was always hanging over. This only pissed him off more. What the hell is his problem? First it's Miyagi! Now, it's me! "Back off, bastard," Shinobu yelled.
"Ah! Yes, yes, yes! I'm sorry," Misaki squealed in surprised as he hurriedly scooted away from the other. He was backed up against the wall, desperately clinging to it. I thought he would be nice, judging by that one time, but he acts like he's demon-Kamijou!
"What's your problem, asshole," Shinobu yelled at him.
Now he's judging me! He doesn't even know me! "What's my problem? What's your problem? You don't even know me," Misaki retorted.
"Don't know you? What the hell do you mean? Of course I know you! You're the person my Miyagi's always hanging over!"
"What! I don't even know Miyagi," Misaki shouted. Who the hell is this person?
"Yes you do! You work with him in the Literature department at University M," Shinobu explained.
Misaki's face dropped in an instant. Those words kept echoing inside his ears. Surely, I can't be... No, there's no possible way that I'm demon-Kamijou. Nervous laughter erupted from his mouth.
"You knew I'd find you out eventually, huh? So why don't you just stay away from my boyfriend!" He was clenching the sheets so tightly that the fabric could potentially rib apart.
Misaki noticed this and, for the first time, recognized he wasn't in his bedroom or any room of Usagi-san's at that. Spotting a small mirror on the desk, Misaki smiled. He rushed over to it, only to behold his terror. His hair was a lighter brown, and it looked as if he gained some years-a lot of years. The mirror slipped out of hands, which were numb from shock.
"What did the mirror break? Ahh, finally realized how ugly you are, huh? Well, that sucks for you," Shinobu sneered from the bed.
"I'M DEOMN-KAMIJOU!"
"Uh..okay?" Shinobu was a little frightened. Usually people knew who they were, right? They don't go around proclaiming their names without reason.
"This is terrible! I need to find Kamijou-sensei right now," Misaki fretted. Panic controlled his body as he searched the drawers from clothing to cover his naked body.
"Didn't you just say you were this Kamijou person? Why do you have to find yourself? You're making no sense."
"Eh? W-well...It's kind of hard to explain," Misaki stuttered as he found a pair of pants and slipped it on.
"Try me." An expression of determination was plastered onto Shinobu's face.
"Uhm...Who are you anyway," Misaki asked. He now knew who he was, but who in the world was this other person?
"I'm Shinobu Takatsuki!" He held a hand on his chest, a look of pride cast to the ceiling.
"Uh-huh...yeah, okay." Misaki doubted he was the only one involved. This Takatsuki-kun was probably too proud to admit it.
The sun shone through the curtains, creeping onto Akihiko's eyelids. A grumble sounded deep within his throat. "Misaki, I thought I told you to keep the blind's closed" This isn't my voice. Opening his eyes, he noticed Misaki wasn't in his arms. He wasn't even in the room. He wasn't even in his own room. Where the hell am I?
Looking down at his arms, he paid attention to how thin they were. It appeared as if he had lost all of his muscle there. That or he had grown younger. What happened last night? A sigh escaping his lips, he turned onto his back, where he noticed an older-looking person.
A scoff forced its way out from between Akihiko's teeth. There's no way I could have done that to my Misaki. Akihiko took one of his puny arms and shoved it into the man aside to him. The man kept on sleeping! How rude! "Hey! Get up, you asshole!"
Nowaki groaned. He knew Hiroki's pride kept him from fully enjoying the luxury of being able to share the bed with his lover, but never before, nor did he ever imagine, that Hiroki would actually be trying to force him out of their bed. Opening his eyes, expecting to see an angered brunette, he noted a short blonde. "Who are you," Nowaki asked, taking noticed to his slightly deeper voice. What happened?
"I'm Akihiko Usami! Who are you," the boy answered. He spoke his name with pride, but the question ran off his tongue as if it were venom sliding off of a snake's fang.
"I'm Nowaki Kusama. But, I thought Akihiko was much older," Nowaki answered, confused. He, also, remembered him having more of a gray hair color, but bringing that up might enrage him further.'
"What do you mean," Akihiko shouted. His usual grumpy-in-the-morning anger was growing with every word that came man's mouth.
"Well, I thought you were at least...thirty," Nowaki said carefully.
"I'm twenty-nine, thank you!" I just had to get stuck with a nosy person!
"You look more around the age of... twenty, at the most," Nowaki stated, slightly fearing the young man's reaction.
"What!" Akihiko quickly shot out of the bed and checked the apartment, until he found the bathroom. Upon completing his search, he scanned the mirror. He saw a short, wimpy-looking blonde. Sitting down, Akihiko tried to take everything in.
Nowaki had followed him around the house, and was now eyeing his own body in the reflective glass. It showed him a man of thirty or more years, judging from his crow's feet, with messy, black hair. How long did I sleep for last night?
Did you enjoy? Good, because I need ideas...mostly for HOW their bodies got switched, so if you you've got a creative idea, just drop a review.
Key:Mind-Body
Akihiko-Shinobu
Misaki-Hiroki
Nowaki-Miyagi
Hiroki-Akihiko
Miyagi-Misaki
Shinobu-Nowaki