Title: The smiling Buchou and the Frowning Tensai [Part 2/?]
Pairing: TezukaxFuji
Rating: Totally PG for this chapter.
Genre: Crack people~
Disclaimer: All I own is the cpu.
Warnings: Chapter two is a teaser. Sorry it took me so long to write so little. Exams are finished now, and I'll try to upload daily.
Summary: It's heavenly to be as tall as Tezuka, Fuji thought. It's a pain in the ass to be beautiful, Tezuka thought.
A/N: From now on, the names in italic are their real identities. Ex: Fuji = Tezuka in Fuji's body. Ex: Fuji = Fuji in Tezuka's body.


~The Morning After~

"Because really, you should smile more Tezuka." Fuji turned to glance at the… well, petite man reading morning news paper on the dining table. "I really think it makes…me look younger."

Tezuka never bothered to reply at that. He desperately tried to concentrate on the paper he was reading hoping everything was a dream. It was beyond logic he and Fuji swapped bodies just because the previous night they had sex. Everyone had had those experiences, and no one ever mentioned they could change corps with their partner… (Sharing his bed with Fuji was already beyond what Tezuka could ever envision… he always knew he had little imagination.)

The now bespectacled boy titled his head sideways and threw a questioned look at Tezuka. It was kind of weird to be able to admire yourself while you were thinking. Fuji giggled inwardly (because his captain forbid him to smile) and imagined himself frowning all the time; it definitely would be a pain to get back in his body.

On the other hand, being in Tezuka's body was pretty convenient; he could now reach high places, stare down at himself and best of all, he could tease his buchou endlessly without receiving one of his death glares, as he knew how hard it was for the boy to frown in his body. If this sudden change was temporary, Fuji was definitely spending his best days being alive.

"I'm really glad I have met you" he honestly vowed, omitting the 'because if I didn't, life would have been boring' part.

Tezuka had been caught off guard. Unprepared for such a declaration, he couldn't fight back a faint brush creeping up his… no Fuji's face. Only at that moment had he noticed how serious his voice sounded when he spoke the truth.

The bespectacled boy blinked. "Please don't blush, Tezuka. You don't know how weird it is for me to see myself flush like that." Even if it was just the slightest pink, Fuji knew his body all too well to not notice.

"I do know," the honey-haired boy looked up, regaining self-control. "It must be the same feeling as me, seeing myself pout" he empathized on the last word, as he knew he would fail to throw a glare.

Being in Fuji's body was a big bother, Tezuka thought. It couldn't be possible to live being so tiny! He couldn't even reach the highest drawer in the kitchen without having to jump and having long hair was a pain in the ass.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, 15 years old now knew why you had to suffer to be beautiful.

"If we don't hurry, we are going to be late, Fuji" the taller boy tried to sound authorizing but failed after coughing a small laugh away.

Tezuka sighed. School will be a disaster.

~To be Continued~


A/N: Once again, sorry for being late. Please review? Criticism is ALWAYS apreciated!