Rin-chan: Konnichiwa minna-san! We're back with our sequel to "Role Reversal"!
Kei-chan: Yes, it's finally here! Expect a lot of comedy in this one, and some disturbing scenes... Tohma acting like a five year-old is freaking scary!
We do not own Gravitation... damn it!
Recap:
Ryuichi blinked. "Nani? Me? YAY!" he bounced in his seat happily. "I get to swap with Tohma-kun!"
Tohma's unshakeable expression faltered for a second. 'Oh no… I have to act like that?'
Shuichi and Yuki looked at each other, sighing. They muttered too quietly to be heard by the others. "Here we go again."
Chapter One - Switchin' It Up
Fujisaki smirked. "So it's decided! And I think you should both move in together, and have someone there to make sure you don't drop out of character… just like the previous challenge."
No one wanted to be stuck in a mad-house with Tohma and Ryuichi switching personalities… that's too creepy, even for K! Shuichi smirked. "Great idea! Since you're the one who thought of it, I vote you move in with them."
Everyone quickly agreed, not wanting to be lumbered with the job themselves. Fujisaki scowled, but didn't really have a choice. Hiro blinked. "What about punishments for stepping out of character?"
Yuki grinned evilly. "I know what Sakuma's could be. If he steps out of character, he can't go near that dumb pink rabbit of his for two weeks."
Ryuichi clung to Kuma, whimpering. Shuichi glared at Yuki, and the blonde stopped grinning, but wouldn't take it back. Shuichi muttered to himself, before smirking at Tohma. "I've got one for you, blondie." He cackled, completely ignoring that he was also blonde. "You step out of character and you can't wear any of those stupid pimp hats you're so fond of for two weeks!"
Tohma twitched. By now, everyone was smirking at the three unfortunate housemates. Tohma and Fujisaki gave everyone at the table identical glares, and Ryuichi just giggled.
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The three were stood outside of Ryuichi's humongous house, waiting to start the challenge. They were waiting because Ryuichi couldn't find his keys. He scowled, feeling in all of his pockets, jumping up and down as he tried to remember what he did with them. He chewed on Kumagorou's ear for a long moment, before his face lit up. He reached up to take a chain off of his neck, the key dangling from it innocently.
The door was opened, and Fujisaki sighed, glaring at them. "Alright, Tohma already knows the deal because he was the one watching over the previous challenge, so listen up, idiot." He pointed at Ryuichi. "You have to act like Tohma every second of the day. As soon as you walk through that door, you act like Tohma until I tell you to stop, got it?"
Ryuichi suddenly glared at Fujisaki. "I'm not stupid, you know…"
Fujisaki, slightly taken aback, nodded dumbly. "Right… anyway, get on with it."
Ryuichi snatched Tohma's hat, and shoved Kumagorou into his hands. Tohma twitched, running a hand through his hair. Ryuichi eyed Kumagorou sadly, before putting on the hat. They turned, going into the house. As soon as they walked through the doorway, Ryuichi had a calm smile on his face, looking a little creepy, and very devious. Tohma set Kumagorou on his head, trying his best to keep him there as he bounced into the house.
Tohma immediately turned on the radio, Bad Luck's "Spicy Marmalade" spilling out of the speakers. Tohma squealed madly, bouncing and giggling as he danced around the room. Ryuichi sat down on the couch, an amused expression on his face. He closed his eyes as he smiled. "Be careful Tohma-kun, you don't want to break anything, do you?"
Tohma giggled. "Me and Kuma-chan won't break anything Ryuichi-kun! We promise, na no da!"
Fujisaki was leant against a wall, having a quiet heart attack. He didn't think it would be this bad! He was seriously considering running away like a coward… He couldn't believe he'd gotten himself into such a horrifying situation.
Ryuichi got up, and walked into the kitchen. Tohma bounced after him, and Fujisaki reluctantly followed. As Ryuichi made tea, Tohma rummaged around for some ice cream. He produced a tub of chocolate ice cream triumphantly. He grabbed a spoon, and just began digging it out of the tub, not bothering to get a bowl.
Ryuichi turned to Tohma. "Please try not to make yourself sick, Tohma-kun."
Tohma grinned at Ryuichi, chocolate ice cream smeared around his mouth. Ryuichi smiled slightly, handing Tohma a tissue. Tohma smiled sheepishly, wiping his mouth. Fujisaki was still in a state of complete horror as he sat at the kitchen table.
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The next morning, Ryuichi walked down the stairs wearing Tohma's gloves, the blonde's trademark hat perched upon his head. He walked into the kitchen, spotting Fujisaki making breakfast. The boy was wearing Tohma's pink apron, and seemed to be twitching slightly. He turned around, and shrieked when he spotted Ryuichi dressed like Tohma. They heard the thunder of feet coming down the stairs, and Tohma bounced in, skidding on the kitchen floor. He was dressed in dark jeans, an orange t-shirt, and a green sweat jacket. His hair was messed up, looking like he'd been running his hands through it multiple times.
He grinned at them, waving Kumagorou around spastically. "GOOD MORNING!" He chirped. He tilted his head, looking at Fujisaki hopefully. "Ne, 'Saki-kun… can you make me some pancakes please?"
Fujisaki twitched again, but agreed because he did not want to hear Tohma whine. Tohma frowned at him slightly. "Don't look so sad, 'Saki-kun! Smile, na no da!"
Ryuichi laughed softly, smiling at Tohma. "Remember we have work today, Tohma-kun. We have to leave soon."
Tohma squealed as Fujisaki put a plate of pancakes on the table for him. He sat down, bottle of syrup in hand, and dumped half of the bottle's contents onto his pancakes. He grinned, and began stuffing the pancakes into his mouth… whole.
Fujisaki watched in horrified fascination as the pancakes disappeared within seconds, while Ryuichi looked on, amused.
Tohma bounced to his feet, squeezing Kumagorou happily. "Ready!" He sang. "Ooh! Maybe we'll get to see Shu-chan today!"
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Ryuichi, Tohma, and Fujisaki sat in the back of a limo, going towards NG. Tohma had learned that his cars always ended up getting trashed, and gave up on driving. Halfway to NG, Tohma whimpered, clutching Kumagorou. "Ryu-kuuuuun! My tummy hurts!" He whined, a pitiful expression on his face.
Ryuichi's expression softened, and he asked the driver to pull over. He opened the window to let in the fresh air, and gently rubbed Tohma's back. Fujisaki had his head in his hands by now, muttering to himself. Tohma sniffled, letting out another little whimper. "It hurts, Ryu-kun…"
"Ssh, it's alright, take some deep breaths… Do you want me to rub it better?" Fujisaki ignored the urge to gag, and instead slammed his head against the car window, knocking himself unconscious.
Ryuichi and Tohma stared at him for a moment, wondering if he had gone insane. The driver asked if they wanted to stop at the asylum on the way to NG.
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A short while later, when Tohma was feeling better and Fujisaki was - more or less - conscious, they continued driving to NG. When they entered the building, Tohma spotted Shuichi standing by the elevator, holding a box of pocky. He squealed, Kumagorou atop his head, and launched himself at Shuichi. He tackled the other blonde to the floor, sneakily grabbing the box of pocky as they hit the floor.
"Shu-chan! Gooood morning!" He grinned, shoving pocky sticks into his mouth.
Shuichi smirked slightly. "Good morning, Toh-chan…" Tohma barely held back a wince at his new nickname, instead smiling even more widely. Ryuichi laughed quietly, and Fujisaki stumbled slightly, his eyes crossed.
Shuichi frowned at him as he got off of the floor. "Fujisaki… are you okay? Why the hell are you walking around cross-eyed? You look drunk, or stoned… or both." Fujisaki said nothing, trying to stay upright.
"Okay," Shuichi held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Fujisaki squinted, scrunching his face up. There was a long silence. "Uh… eight."
Shuichi sighed. He grabbed Fujisaki's arm, tugging him to the elevator. Tohma and Ryuichi followed, Tohma helpfully pushing the button for the correct floor, while Ryuichi helped support Fujisaki.
They eventually arrived at Bad Luck's studio, depositing Fujisaki on the couch. Shuichi scratched his head, sighing. "Who's going to stay with you guys now? He's certainly in no state to look after himself, let alone anyone else."
Ryuichi and Tohma looked at each other, and nodded. They both looked at Shuichi, huge smirks on their faces. Shuichi's eyes widened. "Shit."
Rin-chan: We hope you like the first chapter. Once again, thank you for all your support during "Role Reversal"!
Kei-chan: Please review, and let us know if we're doing okay so far!
