Tofu of Change
Chapter 1: Was it the tofu?
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used in this fic, except for Priestess Alexandria, who is MINE!! DO NOT TAKE!!
Lexi: I now enter the world of those who ::gasp:: write longer things than one-shots! This little (little…HAH!) story is something I kinda did with a friend…we both wrote about what would happen if Kenshin and Saitō switched places, but it's amazing how differently they turned out…so here's mine!
Sano: Do I get saké out of it?
Lexi: No.
Sano: Then I really don't care. ::Goes off to gamble::
Lexi: ::Shrugs:: Ah well, his choice. Now ON WITH THE FIC!!!
P.S.: First attempt at continuing a fic, and oh yes, ALTERNATE PAIRINGS ALERT!
"Hajime, don't forget the tofu!"
He sighed. "Yes Tokio."
"Good boy. I'll see you for dinner!"
Saitō left the house and ruefully walked to the market. Why he was following every little thing that Tokio told him to do was beyond him. He would say it was love, but he knew better. Love had ceased to be two weeks into the marriage. Maybe it was the threat of children. That might do it—the last thing he wanted (and the first thing Tokio wanted) was children. He shuddered involuntarily at the thought. Getting lost in his internal rant, he bumped straight into a small redhead.
"Oro?"
He inwardly groaned. Not Kenshin!
"Hello, Battōsai." He said dryly. This had the desired effect.
"This one is NOT the Battōsai, that he is not!" The eyes narrowed slightly.
Saitō snickered. "Once Battōsai, always Battōsai."
Kenshin's eyes further narrowed, getting closer and closer to his death glare. "Goodbye, Saitō. I must pick up the tofu for Miss Kaoru."
Inwardly groaning again, Saitō tried to keep his composure. "I have to buy tofu for Tokio."
"So we can walk together, that we can." Kenshin said, in a voice completely devoid of any remotely happy emotion.
"I think not…I'll see you, Battōsai."
Kenshin death glared at his retreating back. "This one is not the Battōsai." He muttered under his breath, and went off to buy the tofu.
Waiting until Kenshin was well gone from the tofu stand, Saitō bought his own tofu and decided to drop in on the Kamiya dojo. Maybe then he would see…
"What are you doing here, Saitō?"
She was gorgeous even when annoyed. No! Bad thoughts! He WAS married, after all!
Kaoru pushed back a loose strand of hair. "Saitō?"
He smirked. "Would you take a message for Sagara?"
She blinked, confused. "Alright…"
"Then tell him this—he should stay away from the Akabeko; Tae is pretty murderous about his tab, and she now has the police on her side." He smirked again.
"I'll tell him that." She said sweetly, smiling. Then her face grew angry. "NOW GO AWAY!"
He complied, walking home with the package of tofu. If only he had met her before he married Tokio…but he was an honorable man, and marriage was binding as long as he was Saitō Hajime.
The next morning, Saitō rolled over at a poke. He was poked again. He groaned and stuck a hand up, which struck something soft.
"KEN—SHIN!" He got smacked—hard. Blinking, he sat up. There was Kaoru, and boy did she look pissed. He put a hand to the back of his head, and found a messy ponytail. Wait, PONYTAIL?! He didn't have that much hair! Reaching up to feel his bangs, instead of the usual, comfortable stiffness, he felt a mass of soft hair of varying lengths. He attempted to think logically, but was still too tired. Finally, it hit him, and boy did it hit him hard.
"Kenshin, why are you still in bed? Are you sick or something?" She put a cool hand to his forehead.
"N-no, I-this one is fine." Something was missing. "That he is." There. This way of talking was going to be hard to remember to do. Kaoru could NOT know who he really was. He may have had no idea what was going on, but he sure as hell was going to take advantage of it.
"Just tired?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Well, we already had breakfast, but there's some extra in the kitchen. Sano had to leave—he ran out yelling something about poison." She frowned. "He better not have been referring to the meal…"
He inwardly groaned. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Great…as Kenshin, he would have to eat Kaoru's cooking and pretend to ENJOY it. He stood up and immediately felt like he was on his knees. He tried to stand on his feet, before realizing that he already WAS on his feet.
"Kami I'm short…" He muttered.
"What was that?" Kaoru asked.
"Er…you look very pretty this morning. That you do."
Kaoru started, then blushed and stammered out, "Oh, thank you, you too, I mean, you look very nice too, in that, er, heh heh…" She hurried out of the room, face the color of a tomato. He sighed, then she poked her head back in. "Oh, the laundry's out by the laundry tub, try to finish it by lunch."
"Of course, Miss Kaoru." She left again, and he looked down at the magenta gi with immense distaste. Did the rurouni own anything ELSE?! He rummaged around the room, finally producing a pale blue gi. Well, this was marginally better. He put on the blue one and went to find the food that Kaoru had mentioned.
Kenshin blinked his eyes open. Someone was stroking his hair. Either someone had given Kaoru sedatives, or…what was going on?!
"Good morning darling."
White plums. Was he dead? Or dreaming? He rolled over to look at the woman next to him and tried to open his eyes all the way. Her face drifted mostly out of focus, but the white plum scent remained, taunting his memory.
"Tomoe?" He murmured, half asleep. The woman laughed.
"Oh Hajime, you're silly. It's TOKIO, you know that!"
TOKIO?! And she had called him HAJIME?! Something very odd was going on, that it was. He reached up to ruffle his comfortable, soft, haphazard bangs, but his hand met what felt like spikes. Black spikes. Either someone was playing a very cruel practical joke, or he was stuck in Saitō's body. He suppressed the need to oro. That would NEVER sound like Saitō. He settled for a kind of groan.
"Now Hajime, none of that. You slept in late, so you might as well not go to work. I have some things that I need you to pick up for me. Hurry and get dressed, then get everything on the list. I need to go do the laundry."
Laundry. That would help him get his thoughts in order. "That's alright, Mi-Tokio, thi-I will do the laundry, and get the things for you later."
She looked shocked, but pleased. "Why so kind all of a sudden?"
"Thi-" It was hard remembering not to say 'this one', that it was! "I've had a change of attitude." Must…not…add…'that I have'…
The look of pleasure on her face grew. "Enough to consider having children?"
He smiled broadly. "I love children!"
An expression of utter amazement came over her face. "You really have changed…and I think I like it!" She kissed him briefly and left the room, leaving a slight scent of white plums in her wake.
He tried standing up and immediately felt dizzy. The floor was so far away, that it was! He tried to clear his spinning head and dressed, looking forward to some nice, calming, familiar laundry.
Saitō grimaced as he ate the so-called food. How did Kenshin STAND it?! He swallowed his last mouthful and tried to keep from barfing as he walked out to the laundry. Still grimacing, he picked up the first article of clothing—the hateful magenta gi—and began to scrub. At least he knew how—Tokio had occasionally forced him to "help out". He had done such a good job the first time that she made him do it again, at which point he purposefully ruined her favorite kimono. She hadn't let him touch the laundry since, which was just fine with him. But now he was stuck here, washing.
At least he would get to touch Kaoru's underwear…
No! No hentai thoughts allowed!
Several hours later, he was grudgingly scrubbing a stain on one of Kaoru's kimonos when Sano returned.
"Where were you?" He snapped irritably.
Sano smirked slightly. "The clinic."
Saitō blinked, trying to act like Kenshin. "For an antidote to Miss Kaoru's cooking?"
"No, for the lovely lady doctor."
"Was it a success?"
Sano grinned widely. "Oh yes…"
Now, here the real Kenshin would redden and go back to the laundry. Not Saitō.
"Got any…tips?"
"Wow…finally gonna get it on with Kaoru? I'm surprised."
Saitō grinned slyly. "This one's waited long enough, that he has."
"Kenshin, have you seen Yahi—oh, you're back, Sanosuke." Kaoru came around the corner, sleeves rolled up and shinai in hand.
Sano kept a poker face. "I had to go to the clinic to get an antidote for breakfast." Being that Kaoru still had her shinai, this was a fairly dumb thing to say, proven by the several large, pink bumps that found their way onto his head.
"Are you done that laundry yet, Kenshin?" She asked, once she made sure that Sano was unconscious.
"This one just finished, that he did."
She beamed at him—oh, what a beautiful smile—and left, presumably to find Yahiko.
Sano moaned and sat up. "Kenshin, you gonna make lunch?"
Saitō's stomach dropped to a sub-sea level location. "Er…this one does not feel like cooking, that he does not!" Kuso! I can't cook for crap!
The other groaned and rubbed the back of his head. "The Akabeko it is, then."
"This one suggests staying away from there."
Sano blinked in amazement. "What, you psychic now?"
"No, I-this one heard from Saitō that Miss Tae will most likely kill you if you don't pay off your tab. That she will."
Sano swore and lay back on the grass. "Then I'll get ready to die…going by Kaoru's cooking should be significantly more pleasant then death by angry Tae."
Saitō had seen Tae when she was mad at drunkards. He inwardly shuddered. "This one agrees."
Kenshin happily scrubbed. He liked laundry. He could slave away in mindless drudgery and allow his thoughts to wander. Now they wandered.
Why was he stuck in Saitō's body? Why did Tokio seem like she didn't really love Saitō that much, which would make it harder for her to fall in love with him? What had happened to Saitō? And why was he incredibly, inexplicably, and against all odds falling out of love with Kaoru and in love with Tokio?
Finally, he came up with the answers:
1) Kami hated him,
2) Kami hated him,
3) He really didn't care, and
4) He was going insane in addition to Kami hating him.
They didn't exactly satisfy him, but he couldn't come up with anything better. Yet.
Through this internal rant, he finished washing 10 kimonos, 22 hakama, 13 sets of underwear, and 7 identical police uniforms. Did Saitōhave anything ELSE?! And how many socks and kimonos could one woman OWN?!
"Hello, darling, finished already?" Tokio breezed in, resplendent in a pale pink and yellow kimono.
Kenshin felt his heart turn over. "Yes, Tokio."
She beamed at him and he positively melted. "Well, lunch is ready!"
He smiled happily and followed her. The meal passed in easy conversation, Kenshin carefully leaving out 'that it is' and using 'I' in place of 'this one'. He realized how much more comfortable he was around Tokio then he had ever been around Kaoru. He felt slightly guilty about the thought, but shoved the guilt aside and simply talked.
"That was very good, Tokio."
"Thank you, Hajime, that's the first time ANYONE'S complimented my cooking." She frowned. "They usually run away screaming something about poison."
"Well, I thought it was excellent."
She smiled sweetly. "Hajime, it's almost like you're a whole different person. It's like I'm falling in love with you all over again." She kissed him, and he returned the kiss with real feeling. And I'm falling in love with you…
She smiled again and pressed a list into his hand. "Now go and pick up these things, we need some of them for dinner."
Kenshin cheerfully complied, leaving the house and even humming a little as he walked to the market.
After choking down lunch, Saitō gave a look to Sano, who left, professing a desire to take a nap on the lawn.
"Did you like the rice balls, Kenshin? They're much improved, if I do say so myself."
Damn…he had to lie. "Yes, Miss Kaoru, this one enjoyed them very much, that he did."
The beam from Kaoru was worth it. "Alright, then you can have the rest! Here!"
Digging his own grave. "This one is not very hungry just now."
"Oh, that's ok, I'll just wrap them up for later!"
Was it possible to have a grave several miles deep? "This one would not want to cause you any extra work, that he would not."
"It's no trouble at all!"
It must be well through the center of the Earth by now… "Alright then. This one may eat them later."
Again, the look on Kaoru's face was almost worth it. He gave up holding back, pulled her over to him and kissed her deeply, pulling at the shoulders of her kimono. She offered no resistance, only encouraging him with her hands on his neck and back. He almost had the top of her kimono off when Yahiko walked in, promptly running back out screaming. Kaoru pulled away, flustered, trying to straighten her hair and kimono.
"We…we can't. Not now. Go to the market, get these things…" She shoved a list at him and fled the room, trying not to cry.
Kami what a prudish person…he thought, leaving the dojo and heading toward the market. Later, when he was finished shopping, he was about to go back when he saw…himself. He ran over and grabbed the…person by the arm and pulled them into an alley.
"What the hell is going on?" He hissed.
"Oro? This one does not know. Is this one really that short?"
Brushing aside this last comment, Saitō continued his questioning. "Battōsai? Is that you?"
The other man narrowed his eyes beyond the normal famous narrowness, and replied, "This one is NOT Battōsai, that he is not. This one is merely a rurouni now."
"Who happens to be in my body."
Kenshin squirmed. "That is not my fault, that it is not."
"Well, it's not mine either, but we gotta find a way to change it."
"For once, Saitō, this one agrees.
"Hmmm…"
"Please miss, can you help us?"
"I don't know about it…" The woman flipped back her long blond hair over one shoulder. Saitō tried not to stare at it.
"Now, why do you visit the Western Priestess Alexandria?"
A Western Priestess…this is very interesting, that it is…Kenshin thought.
Her hair… it's so… bright… and… yellow… and… bright… and… yellow… and… bright… and… yellow… and… bright… and…Saitō single-mindedly thought.
What a bunch of weirdos…The Priestess thought.
Saitō finally put the hair thoughts aside and told what had happened. The Priestess appeared to be trying to keep a straight face.
"Are you sure that's what happened?"
"Yes, and this one doesn't lie, that he does not."
She sighed and wrote something down on a piece of paper. "I can't help you for what you've offered, but maybe these people can. Go to the front door and ask for help. Tell them your story and I'm sure you'll be fine."
"We are much obliged, Miss Alexandria, that we are."
As they walked out of the building, the woman burst out laughing, rocking back and forth with tears of laughter streaming down her face.
Saitō looked back at her. "What's so funny about us?"
Kenshin shrugged. "Height difference?"
Glaring, Saitō retorted, "In case you don't remember, I'm usually the tall one."
"But you're not now, that you are not." Kenshin smiled his famous rurouni grin, which looked decidedly odd on Saitō's face.
"Feh…" Saitō said by way of a counter-attack.
They walked in silence for a while, Saitō sulking and glaring (which caused several people to back away nervously), Kenshin smiling and humming (which caused a significantly greater number of people to back away nervously). After a while, Saitō reflected on what a good death glare he could do on Kenshin's face, which consequentially made it go away. Kenshin reflected on how well he could make people back away without death glaring when in Saitō's body. Before they knew it, they had arrived at the address. Kenshin blinked and read the sign out loud in amazement.
"Shiaki Sanitarium?! This must be some kind of joke, that it must!"
"Battōsai, stow it. She obviously thought that we were certifiably insane and acted on that assumption." He rubbed his temples. "Maybe we are insane."
"The same kind of insanity? That hardly seems likely, that it does." Kenshin tried to rub the back of his head, but pulled his hand away quickly. "Your hair does not MOVE, that it does not!"
Saitō smirked, which rivaled Kenshin's grin for oddness. "And your hair moves too much. Must be inconvenient, fighting with a cloud of hair flying around, getting in your way..."
Kenshin was about to glare and retort when Sano came up, clapping them both on the back. Kenshin remained upright, but Saitō, with his much shorter stature, reeled forwards on one foot, arms wheeling in circles. Once he was finally able to regain his balance, Sano grinned and spoke to "Kenshin".
"Good start on the missy, she told me what happened and actually asked my advice."
Saitō smirked. Kenshin gaped open-mouthed. Realizing that this didn't look much like Saitō, he edited it into a look of shocked surprise, minus the gaping mouth.
"Whoa, Battōsai, turning into a womanizer?"
"No, just lovely Miss Kaoru, that this one is." Saitō smirked, enjoying the look on Kenshin's face. He's trying to act like he loves Kaoru, but it's obvious he doesn't…I wonder why…
Sano patted "Kenshin" on the back again, who this time remained upright. "This guy's not doing half bad under my guidance."
What guidance?! And I don't need your filthy freeloader help, Sagara!
"Is that so?" Kenshin asked, vainly trying to act like Saitō. "Battōsai, going after a woman…interesting." Normally, Saitō would light a cigarette here, but Kenshin just couldn't bring himself to. He settled for puling two of his fingers along one of his bangs.
Saitō made a mental note of the maneuver. Sometimes Battōsai can have some good ideas…
Sano laughed. "Exactly what I thought. But the guy finally knows what he wants, and it's obviously the missy."
Saitō glared at Sano. "This one has known that for a while now, before, he was just too cowardly, that he was."
Kenshin tried to control his death glare as well as he could, but failed miserably. Cowardly, he called this one? No; this one vowed never to kill…cannot murder him while he's in this one's body, then both of us would be screwed, that we would.
"Well, missy's currently taking out her anger on Yahiko…I decided that Megumi might be needed after the number of bumps on his head passed a dozen."
"That was a good idea, that it was. This one has finished the shopping for Miss Kaoru; this one will come."
"I have to get back to Tokio. Keep out of trouble, Sagara, I WILL arrest you."
Sano smiled a cocky grin. "IF you can…"
Kenshin walked away, cheerful with the prospect of seeing his Tokio. Wait, HIS Tokio? No, just Tokio. Not his. She would never be HIS; she thought he was Saitō, and she was Saitō's. He inwardly sighed. He hated stupid legally binding marriage. But then again…he looked like Saitō, and noone could prove he WASN'T Saitō…he came close to doing his first ever evil cackle.
Tokio was waiting outside when he came back. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, taking the shopping from him and bustling inside.
Good Kami she has a nice ass…he thought, the Battōsai in him taking control.
No hentai thoughts!
-Peh…even though you SAY you're all saintly and prudish doesn't mean you don't want her!-
Yes…well…at least I can control myself!
-Not that much…you're even starting to think without that stupid 'this one'. And you DO like her ass.-
…
-You're blushing.-
Am not!
-Yes you are…'cause I only tell the truth!-
Liar.
-Am not!-
I can't believe you followed me.
-Only kinda…-
WHAT?!
-I can go back and forth now…body or mind, body or mind…-
…
-Now you're death glaring. Nice, sensible face, that death glare, reminds me of the good old days when I was the dominant personality…-
…Shut up.
-Fine. I'll just go off and chat with Saitō.-
Thank Kami! Bug him instead!
-…-
Kenshin sighed with relief. Idiotic Battōsai.
-Hello Saitō.-
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Kaoru ran in. "Kenshin?! You alright?!"
Saitō took a deep breath. "Yes, Miss Kaoru, just a bad dream, that it was." She left him with a dubious glance.
-Hello Saitō.-
What the hell are you doing here?!
-Kenshin kicked me out, decided to go bug you instead. Kaoru has a nice ass, doesn't she?-
…
-You're blushing.-
Am not!
-Yeah, sure. You know you want her. I tried to get the rurouni to take her but he's got this idiotic "love, marriage, THEN sex" policy…-
Well you'll find mine different.
-Sex, screw love and marriage?-
Something like that.
-I always liked you.-
Wish I could say the same.
-Well then…-
Shall we?
-Of course…-
He walked out of the room, looking for Kaoru. Ah, there she was, standing there looking forlorn and alone. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and putting his lips to her ear.
"I want you…" He breathed.
She sunk into him, but then appeared to have a change of mind. Pulling away, she whipped around and smacked him, red with fury.
"How…dare…you…Kenshin!" She hissed between clenched teeth.
He rubbed his hand-imprinted cheek, staring after her retreating back.
She DOES have a nice ass.
-WAS THAT THE MOST FORCEFUL YOU CAN GET?! That's it, next time I take over…-
I don't want to RAPE her! I love her!
-I gasp in astonishment! Saitō, loving someone?! Then tell her that! Kaoru LOVES romantics!-
Hmm…interesting tactic…I may try it…
-Trust me, it'll work.-
Like I could trust the Battōsai.
-…-
You're death glaring.
-Am not!-
"This meal is wonderful as always, Tokio."
"Thank you, Hajime, why are you so sweet today?"
"I felt bad about the way I've treated you in the past, that's all."
"It's very charming of you."
Kenshin smiled slightly. "I love you so much."
"And I didn't love you, but I really think that, after today, I do."
He leaned over and kissed her softly. "Now about those children…"
She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Shall we go get started?"
-That worked well.-
YOU AGAIN?!
-I thought you needed my help more than Saitō, but obviously not.-
I can do just fine without you!
-If you had said that yesterday, I would've argued, but today I'm inclined to agree.-
It's not all that bad being stuck in Saitō's body…at least I get Tokio…
-That's the thought stream! And you're thinking normally now!-
WHAT?!
-No idiotic 'this one' and 'that it is'.-
…
-Hmm…interesting…death glaring and blushing at the same time…
Feh…
-Now go take your woman!-
…
-Knew that would cheer you up.-
Kaoru steamed under the tree, causing several fried bird eggs to fall around her. She disregarded these and let her thoughts wander. She thought of Saitō first. She hadn't seen him all day—which was odd, because he usually came to the dojo at LEAST twice. Kenshin, on the other hand…it was like he was a completely different person. And what was scaring her was that she liked this Kenshin more then the other.
He's almost like…Saitō…or maybe Battōsai, but his eyes aren't amber! I just can't figure it out!
"Miss Kaoru?"
She whipped around. "Who are you and what have you done with Kenshin? I know you can't be him!"
"Miss Kaoru, please believe this one, sessha is Kenshin, that he is!"
She turned back. "Leave me alone."
He sighed and sat down next to her. "Look, Miss Kaoru, this one came to apologize. You obviously are not comfortable, that you are not. This one shouldn't have tried, but…" He covered her hand with his own. "I love you."
She turned around slowly, teary-eyed. "I'm sorry too…and I thought I didn't love you, Kenshin, but after today…well, you've changed."
Smiling at her, he put his free hand up to her cheek and kissed her tenderly. When he pulled away, she was smiling too.
-Toldya it would work.-
Feh…
-Admit it! I was right!-
If I had just told her I loved her she would've pummeled me!
-…-
You know I'm right.
-Well if you had just apologized, you wouldn't've gotten to kiss her!-
…
-Now you know I'M right.-
Never.
-Baka cop.-
Baka Battōsai.
-Sigh.-
Wonder how Kenshin's doing…
-Screwing your wife.-
WHAT?!
-Hey, you don't love her, he does, he appears to be married to her, he gets to screw her!-
…
-You're death glaring.-
So what if I am?!
"Kaoru-san, may I borrow the Battōsai for…I'd say less than half an hour?"
"Miss Kaoru, this may be important, that it may be."
"Alright…"
Kenshin and Saitō left the dojo and set off for the market.
"So where are we going?" Saitō asked.
"You'll see…" Kenshin said mysteriously.
Saitō groaned. "Look, you're screwing my wife. The least you can do is tell me where we're going."
Kenshin simply grinned an infuriatingly annoying grin.
The Priestess looked up from her mirror.
"Ah, Shinta, it appears we have company coming…" She said, addressing the small fox kit at her feet. He raised his pointed muzzle and snoozled her leg. (Snoozle: verb—to sleepily nuzzle; look it up if you don't believe me.) She laughed and stroked his soft red ear, before rising and going to the door.
"Hello." She said pleasantly, opening it. "Back so soon?"
"This one has been thinking…" Kenshin began.
"Always a good thing." She said in that overly kind and patient voice.
He glared at her briefly before continuing. "You call yourself a Priestess, yet the Western religions do not allow women as holy ones, at least not ones with power. Therefore, you must be one who deals in magics, who can therefore help us get back to our real bodies, that you can."
Saitō looked at Kenshin with new respect. The Priestess sighed. "This'll take some explaining. Shinta, out of the way." She said. Kenshin automatically stepped aside. The Priestess picked up the fox kit, setting him in her lap, and Kenshin relaxed. She gestured to them to sit down in two western-style chairs, and they cautiously complied.
"First of all, not ALL Western religions are well known. Sure, you got Christianity, Judaism, Islam, etcetera, but what about the lesser known? There are those who keep to the old ways, worship the Mother Goddess, or elementals. These are often referred to as pagan, but our ways were the first—the old ways, the ancient ways. They were here thousands of years before Christ was even a concept. I am one of these. I serve the Goddess, which is very tricky, I may tell you. You have to treat the Goddess like a woman who is permanently PMSing, or else…" She drew a hand across her throat.
Kenshin and Saitō blinked at her.
"Did she just…say all that…in…one breath?" Saitō asked wonderingly.
"This one thinks so!" Kenshin breathed.
The Priestess shrugged. "I've had practice. Now about your current issue. You want the truth, or what you want to hear?"
"The truth, please." Kenshin said.
"You absolutely sure?"
"Yes." They said simultaneously.
She took a deep breath. "I did this to you. I could tell that you each wanted what the other had, and decided to try and help, so I put a spell on that tofu you had for dinner last night. It's kind of a hobby of mine, scrying out discontent and trying to fix it. Only, I'm not all that good at it…"
Saitō swore under his breath. "Baka Priestess…but that means you can switch us back, right?"
Smiling nervously and shifting uncomfortably, she spoke again. "Well you see, the spell won't wear off for another…"
"How long?" Kenshin prompted.
She grinned apologetically. "Six days."
"WHAT?!" They both yelled.
"But after that, you'll have to regain the love of the one you're currently with, because they don't know who you really are."
Even Kenshin swore this time.
Lexi: ::Cringes:: That was long! But at least now you know you have at LEAST seven more chappies to look forward to!
Sano: Kami save us, she's actually continuing a fic.
Lexi: ::Glares::
Sano: ::Glares back::
Lexi: ::Begins beating Sano senseless with various household items, ranging from a mop to a drinking straw::
Sano: I should know better by now…
Lexi: ::Smiles sweetly at the readers:: Review if you want more!! Ideas for days 2-7 would be appreciated! I also can't write without encouragement! Ja!