Key:Mind-Body
Akihiko-Shinobu
Misaki-Hiroki
Nowaki-Miyagi
Hiroki-Akihiko
Miyagi-Misaki
Shinobu-Nowaki
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I AM THAT DAMN BAKAHIKO!" Hiroki fumed as he stormed out of the bed, destroying each toy that lay underneath of his every step. "HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE!" He needed Nowaki to explain this to him.
"Are you really asking me? How am I supposed to know?" Miyagi couldn't bother with Hiroki's concerns; he still was worrying about himself. "The first thing we need to do is: get out of this room and find a mirror!" He didn't think he would ever get used to his voice being that high, so how was he going to adapt to a body ten years younger than he's usually used to?
"Yeah, you're right... How can we escape this room when it's filled with useless junk?" Everywhere he stepped was model car or tree, even people. Hiroki felt like a demon demolishing everything it touched. Miyagi felt the same.
After tripping over an entire model city, the two tumbled out of the door. "Get off of me, idiot," Hiroki shouted as he shoved the younger man off of him. "Since it was your idea, how do you think we should go about finding a mirror? Searching the entire house until we find the bathrrom door seems rather tedious and stupid, if you ask me."
"Well, I didn't ask you, because that's our only option," Miyagi snapped.
For a long moment, Hiroki glared at the student, before a sigh exited his lips, signaling that he surrendered. "Fine."
"Thank you, Hiroki. Once we find the mirror, we may be able to confirm your theory." Miyagi smiled, turning towards the hall. There were at least five doors on the current floor. Plus, they had to rummage who knew how many doors on the first floor. Miyagi sighed, "This may take awhile."
"Well, we better hurry up! I have classes today, and I still have yet to consult Nowaki about this! He may be able to aid us in solving this mystery."
Hiroki neared one of the doors, and turned the knob, only to find a cramped workplace. Is this really where he works? He shook his head, closing the door behind him. He really can't do anything besides write.
Miyagi opened a door to another room. Pastel paints covered the walls, and the bed there was neatly made. What a wonderful room! I'd like to sleep in here. Though, I would like it better if the color scheme consists of tans and cremes. Closing the door, he walked back into the hall.
Hiroki glared at the handle as he turned it. Hundreds of teddy bears suddenly tackled him to the floor. "WHAT THE HELL! WHY THE HELL IS THERE A ROOM FILLED SOLELY WITH DAMN TEDDY BEARS? DOES HE REALLY NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS MONEY?" Hiroki was clawing out from underneath of the pile when Miyagi came towards him.
"What's wrong? I heard a thump and some yelling! What happened," Miyagi shouted, running to Hiroki's aid, but stopped dead in his path as he caught a glimpse of the teddy bear avalanche. He stared wide-eyed for a couple of minutes, fully taking in the image of the silver-haired man pouting underneath of a too-many-to-count pile of teddy bears. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" Miyagi rushed over, lending a hand to the older man.
"THAT DAMN BAKAHIKO SHOULD GET RID OF SOME OF HIS TEDDY BEARS! DOESN'T HE KNOW WHEN THERE'S TOO MUCH," Hiroki stormed while he shoved the fuzzy bears back into the storage room.
Miyagi helped him. What the hell... I'm glad this didn't happen to me, but there's no telling what I could find. After all of the stuffed animals were crammed behind the door once again, he turned towards another room. Upon opening the door, he found a model of the Great Wall of China. "WHAT THE HELL! FIRST TEDDY BEARS! NOW, A MODEL OF THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA! WHAT'S NEXT, MARIMO?"
Opening the last door on that floor, Hiroki found tanks and tanks filled with marimo. He was about to start raging when he heard Miyagi from down the hall. "YES! WHAT THE HELL IS AKIHIKO'S PROBLEM?"
"What! You can't be serious!" Miyagi quickly slammed shut the door and ran to the taller man. He couldn't believe all the salt creatures were in front of him.
"I don't know about you, but I'm scared to search the rest of the house," Hiroki mumbled, patting his superior on the shoulder.
"I know what you mean," Miyagi whispered. This morning was turning out to be so bizarre, so much so that he was having trouble keeping up with it. "Oi, let's change before we tackle downstairs."
"Agreed."
They both walked back down towards the end of the hall. Hiroki re-entered the toy-filled bedroom, while Miyagi walked into the first door he opened.
The two then regrouped back downstairs. They were running out of rooms, and they still had yet to find a mirror. Miyagi trusted Hiroki's judgement, and he was about to give up when he finally found the bathroom. "Hey, Hiroki! Come over here! I finally found it!"
"At last!" Hiroki joined his friend in the bathroom. Shit! As much as he knew he was right, he was honestly hoping this would be one of the rare times when he was wrong.
Noticing the man's expression, Miyagi figured that he was this 'Takahashi Misaki-kun' and Hiroki was some person by the name of Akihiko. "What do you think we should do, Hiroki? We both have jobs to go to, but we're stuck looking like other people, and who knows what happened to them?"
"I am still going to my job, I'll just say I'm a substitue. Later, I will contact Nowaki; he may be of some help," Hiroki said as he straightened his tie.
"Very well, but what do you think I should do? It's not like I can pretend to be a substitue," Miyagi argued.
"Hmm, maybe you should come with me to the school, until we figure out a better plan," Hiroki concluded. After spying the keys that were laying on the kitchen counter, the two left the apartment and made their way to University M, using one of Akihiko's fancy sportscars.
"Well, I still have to find Kamijo-sensie," Misaki mumbled, tying his shoelaces. "So I'm headed to University M. Where do you need to go?"
"Teito University. I'm studing in the Law program," Shinobu sneared once again. Finally removing himself from the bed, he realized something. Did I have another growth spurt last night? Just how tall am I? "Uh... Kamijo-san?"
Misaki quivered in fear. He would have to listen to that name all day long. What terror! "W-what do you want?"
"Tell me ... By the way, I'm just checking, because you seem to be having a weird day... I have blonde hair, right?" Reality started to sink into Shinobu's skull. If something had happened to this person, then it most likely happened to him, too.
"No. You have black hair," Misaki said outright. On the inside, he smiling victorously : he knew he wasn't the only one! ...or was that a bad trhing? Who knew who was walking around inside of his body, stealing his identity? He could only hope that the person wasn't an enemy of his.
"Dammit. Let me see the mirror," Shinobu snapped. This just had to happen to him! Why couldn't the other keep their problems to their self? How was he supposed to go to school looking like this? He'll definitely be sent away! I need to see Miyagi. Maybe he'll know what's going on. "On second thought, do you mind if I come with to University M?"
"How is this possible," The man pondered. Usually, with Misaki by side, he could set fantasy aside from reality, but this seemed to be the works of mystical beings!
"I don't know, but I think I slept way too long," Nowaki said, stretching. He felt like he slept like the dead. He must of slept for so long! How would Hiro-san handle the situation? Where is Hiro-san? His lungs inhaled sharply.
"You idiot," AKihiko yelled, gripping Nowaki's shoulders. "We are in other people's bodies! And who knows just who is inside of our bodies? They could be doing terrible, horrible things with them!" He stopped shaking the man for a moment to stare off into space and fantasize about all of the possibilities.
"I don't think that's very possible," Nowaki noted, making the younger man release his hold on his shirt.
"Whether or not it's possible is besides the point! It happened regardless of your acceptance towards the idea," Akihiko retorted. Leaving the bathroom, he decided to search for appropriate clothing. He managed to find a few articles in a chair by the bed he woke up in. "We must find someone to help us!"
"Personally, I want to see Hiro-san," Nowaki mumbled, knowing he would lose the argument.
"Yes! We need to see whether or not he has been affected, too!"
Surprise overtook the older man's features. "You mean it, Akihiko-san?"
"Of course! Now get on decent clothing, and then we can go."
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