Chapter Two: Reflection
Yuki found himself in the bathroom when he finally woke up completely. He was in the middle of undressing himself—the bathwater was already steaming in the tub—and he shrugged, continuing to take of his clothes.
They peeled off his skin, damp with sweat, though he felt perfectly normal now. A bit of a headache lingered, he noticed, but it was a dim pain that he'd forget within minutes.
Maybe it was something I ate. He smirked and shook his head… and in doing so caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. "No way," he hissed, turning to face it—and immediately whirling so his back was to it.
His breath was raspy and sharp in the silent bathroom. As soon as his pulse had slowed and stopped throbbing in his head, he took a quick glance down at himself.
And then, as uncharacteristic as it was, he screamed.
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Kyo nearly dropped the ball of rice he was forming in his hands as a scream echoed from the bathroom upstairs. Tohru? But… she left last night to have a sleepover at Wavegirl's house… He frowned. And Shigure's visiting Hatori, or something… Was that Yuki?
He put down the rice and laid the towel that had been over his shoulder on the counter before slowly going up the stairs. There was a clattering from the other side of the bathroom door, and then the sound of breaking glass. "Damn rat, what're you doing?" He laughed, knocking on the door. "I bet you aren't even awake yet!"
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Yuki's heart leapt to his throat and he found himself unable to breathe. The small mirror that was on the shelf now lay broken on the floor; he had picked it up to get a better look at himself, but as soon as he heard footsteps on the stairs he had dropped it.
No way, he repeated in his head, staring into the mirror mounted on the wall. Oh, god… that's… me?
Kyo knocked on the door again. "Hey! Open the door!"
Yuki scrambled to lock the door… he hadn't in his blackout, apparently, because the knob turned and it began to open. But he shut it and leaned against it, fumbling with the lock, desperate to keep Kyo out.
"Wait—you're awake? What's going on?" His cousin sounded slightly panicked now. "Rat?"
"It's me," Yuki said, trying to make his voice low and calm. "Leave me alone. I'll clean it up."
"Clean what up? Oh—the glass?"
"Yes, the glass."
"You sound strange."
"Stupid cat, I don't care. Leave!" Yuki closed his eyes, mouthing a string of pleases.
"Fine."
He heard Kyo start down the steps again. Finally breathing a sigh of relief, he sank to the floor—but only for a few seconds to catch his breath. He stood immediately and leaned towards the mirror. Wiping the fog off of it, he straightened, attempting to keep a constant breathing pattern.
He had… a girl's figure. Or his reflection did, at least.
Wondering if he was still in a daze, he put a hand on his collarbone and trailed two fingers straight down his torso, feeling the prominence of the valley between his breasts.
No, he thought, and nearly said it aloud. This can't be real!
His hand moved to the side of his stomach, stopping when he skimmed the skin of his hipbone. He would deal with the top of himself before he even considered the lower areas.
Yuki shook his head, checking one more time that he was fully awake. But that only made him even more aware of the change; the rim of the rub behind him, usually coming up to just above his knees, came up to the middle of his thighs. I'm short? was all he could comprehend.
He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around himself. Completely forgetting about his bath, he crept into the hallway, going to his bedroom. Whatever had happened, he could deal with in—without Kyo interrupting.