'Ello :3
Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! I was sick with a terrible cold for all of last week, and before that school had me caught up with stress, but here is chapter two, and I hope you like it! Kairi's POV is less fun that Roxas' I must admit xD
The whole story will probably go along the way it is now, Roxas POV, and then Kairi's POV in the next chapter during the same period of time, and then Roxas POV in the next chapter, and so on :3
Oh, and I'd like to point out that I edited chapter one just slightly, the mention of Sora and Riku flirting from Roxas has been removed, as with Sora and Roxas being brothers and Kairi being Roxas' best friend I'd assume she's know ^^
Yay :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts!
Warning: Lots of swearing and awkward situations, Kairi, for those Kairi-haters, and possibly mild yaoi, I'm not sure on that though, it probably won't appear, this is more bared around Kairi and Roxas (not as a pairing though) :3
Chapter Two – Kairi's Morning
The morning went well, if not slightly awkward.
I woke up to the sound of Roxas' alarm clock, though I didn't notice it wasn't mine until the stench of Roxas' bed sheets engulfed my face and I was forced to raise my head above them to escape their horrid odour.
Roxas desperately needed to clean his sheets.
After slamming my hand down on top of the alarm clock to silence it I glanced around the room. A small, wooden bedside table beside the bed, a window just above the bed, it's dark curtains draped carelessly over the window, sunlight peeking through the crack between them, signalling that morning had come; a desk at the end of the bed, various used glasses and bowls sitting on top; on the opposite side of the room to the desk were large drawers, some of which had clothes spilling untidily out of them; next to the drawers was a door, presumably the exit; and, spread out into various clumps around the room, clothes, on the floor.
"Ugh..." I mumbled, feeling a desperate urge to clean up Roxas' room, not noticing the change in my voice.
It was at that moment that I realised I was in Roxas' bed. Squealing slightly at the awkwardness of the situation I leapt from the bed, spinning around and glaring at my previous position, before noticing that Roxas was not there.
Huh, doesn't he usually want to stay in bed in the morning? Why would he be up before me?
Glancing around the room again I remembered that this wasn't my room, and obviously not my house. Why was I here?
Immensely confused, I stepped over to the door, gripping the handle and slowly twisting it, pulling the door open and glancing out into the hallway. Yep, this was Roxas' house.
But where was Roxas?
Stepping out into the hallway I figured I may as well get ready for school, even if I wasn't at home, I still had to go.
I headed towards the bathroom, having been over to Roxas' house multiple times since we became friends I had memorised the layout of the house.
"Heya Rox!" I heard from behind me, glancing around I noticed Sora had appeared; he wasn't there before, was he?
I stared at him in confusion, wondering why he had suddenly dubbed me 'Rox' instead of the usual 'Kai' or 'Kairi.'
"Umm, Rox, me?" I replied, noticing a strange new depth to my voice as I glanced around, maybe Roxas was here after all.
"Yeah, Rox, you, do you know of any other Rox's?" he smirked, "Or are we triplets and have another brother I don't know about?"
Why was Sora saying I was Roxas? That wasn't like him.
Still immensely confused I glanced down at myself, noticing that that wasn't my body I saw.
Eyes widening, I realised that I wasn't in my own body, but Roxas', in all his shirtless glory.
Glancing back up at Sora, mouth hanging open slightly, I muttered a quiet "Uh, hi..."
He tilted his head a little, his own confused expression spreading over his features,
"You okay? You seem a bit off today," he said, poking me in the chest.
"Um, yeah, I'm... fine." I said, watching the spot he'd poked as if it was going to disappear before my eyes.
He didn't look so sure, but shrugged and turned, heading towards the stairs, throwing over his shoulder, "If you say so!"
I watched him bounce downstairs, his ever-present joyous air following after, before rushing into the bathroom and staring in horror at my reflection in the mirror.
Rubbing my eyes hard I tried looking at myself again, but the same horrified face stared back at me; I actually was Roxas!
What the hell?!
I slumped against the wall, watching the floor for a few minutes, taking my whole situation in, before straightening my back and glaring at myself in the mirror.
Okay, I was Roxas, I may as well get Roxas ready for school, he was probably doing the same thing with me; wait, no, he's probably still in bed.
Staring at my reflection I tried to think of what Roxas might do in the morning. What did he do in the morning?
Glancing over the items on the counter under the mirror I spotted toothpaste and some toothbrushes. Brushing Roxas' teeth was a good start. I reached the toothpaste, and then paused as I noticed there was more than one toothbrush; which one was Roxas'?
Hmm, I couldn't ask Sora, I'd make Roxas look like an idiot, so I supposed I just had to guess. Let's see, I know it's not the pink one, that's probably his mom's, the blue one's probably Sora's, as blue is Sora's favourite colour, so now it comes down to the green one and the orange one.
Roxas' favourite colour was ... green, right? I hope that means the green one is his...
I grabbed for the green toothbrush, still unsure about it, but squeezed some toothpaste out on to it anyway, sticking the brush in my mouth and brushing my— Roxas' teeth.
After a minute or two I removed the brush and spat into the sink, washing the brush under the tap and placing it back in it's placement on the counter.
Looking over the items I noticed a brush; did Roxas actually brush his hair? I glanced up at my reflection, noticing absently that Roxas' didn't seem to use any gel or anything; it just stayed up like that by itself. Brushing my fingers through Roxas' hair I noticed a few knots, so reached for the brush and pulled it through Roxas' hair, tugging at the knots until they came loose, and then replaced the brush where it had been sitting previously.
Now what do I do?
I glanced over the items for the third time that morning, spotting a stick of deodorant. Grabbing for it, checking that it was actually men's deodorant, not wanting to embarrass Roxas by making him smell like flowers or anything, I quickly applied it to myself and replaced it back on the counter.
Okay, now positive that I was done with the bathroom I headed back towards the door, but then paused halfway there, noticing a sudden urge to pee.
I glanced at the toilet, thinking it over for a few seconds, before shaking my head and mumbling "It can wait," under my breath, this couldn't last forever, right?
I exited the bathroom and headed back towards Roxas' room, hoping there were actually some clean clothes in Roxas' drawers. Rummaging through them I found some things that appeared clean enough; a red tee and a pair of loose jeans.
Sliding the shirt over my head I began trying to come up with a reason for this having happened. With the shirt over my head I reached for the hem of Roxas' pants, watching the wall in thought as I did so, still trying to come up with some sort of explanation. After a few seconds I was interrupted by a cold breeze, confused, I glanced down, then immediately back up at the wall, pulling the pants back up immediately and uttering a horrified sort of sound.
"Shit! Why does he not wear underwear to bed?!"
Scowling at the wall I spun around, stepping over towards the drawers again, pulling open one with a sock hanging over the edge and glancing at it's contents with a slightly disgusted look. After grabbing the cleanest looking pair of boxers he had I stepped back from the drawers and scowled down at his pants, far from willing to change them.
Sighing and looking up I settled on scowling at the wall as I removed his pants, pulling the boxers up without once glancing down at what I was doing, and then pulling the jeans on over the boxers.
Alright, Roxas is dressed, after much difficulty doing so, now what?
Glancing around the room that urge to clean up sparked up again, but Roxas' stomach interrupted that spark with a loud, rumbling growl. May as well feed him too.
Stepping out of the room I turned towards the stairs, heading down them slowly, then into the kitchen, only to find Sora seated at the breakfast table, eating a piece of toast.
He spun around, upon hearing my arrival, one of his trademark grins spreading across his face as I entered; I gave him my own small smile back.
"Heya!" he said, "Not grumpy this morning? That's a change!"
I glanced at him sceptically, "Not grumpy?"
"Yeah, you're usually grumpy in the morning, but today you actually smiled at me!" he grinned again.
"Oh... yeah, I guess." I replied, wondering how he could be so cheery in the mornings.
Glancing around I noticed Roxas' parents weren't here.
"Where's y—mom and dad?" I'd almost said 'your parents.'
He tilted his head, a confused expression on his face; that was probably a stupid question.
"Um, at work, remember? They leave early?"
I glanced at the clock on the microwave, 7:45 glaring at me.
"Oh, yeah, right." I shook my head, telling myself to not ask questions with obvious answers like that.
"You sure you're alright?" he asked, sounding sceptical,
"Uh, yeah, I'm just... tired." Good enough excuse,
"Okay, if you say so." He returned to his toast.
Unsure of what to eat, I went to the pantry and glanced over it's contents for some kind of sustenance for the day, and after a few minutes of searching I just settled on copying Sora and getting myself some toast.
Once I had my toast ready I sat at the table across from Sora and began eating, pondering just what had happened.
Okay, I was in Roxas' body, everybody thinks I'm Roxas; I'm assuming Roxas is in my body, and he's alone in my house.
I should probably go.
I stood up from the table and headed back upstairs, checked myself over once again in the bathroom mirror, went back to Roxas' room to grab his bag, and then headed back downstairs to the front door to leave.
"Leaving already?" Sora spoke up, still seated at the breakfast table.
"Um, yeah?"
He glanced at the microwave clock, "Five minutes early? That's not like you; you're usually five minutes late!"
"I feel like getting there early for once," I stated, "Show Kairi I can actually be early now and then."
Psh, like that's ever happened.
"...'Kay, well, see ya!" he shouted,
"Bye," I threw a wave over my shoulder before I shut the door behind me and headed off to my house.
I stepped up the stairs to my front porch, only to have the door to my house burst open and slam in front of me, and mere milliseconds later have my own body halt right before me, only just catching itself before slamming into me.
I straightened my back and crossed my arms over my chest, glaring down at my body before me.
It stared at me for a second or two with slight surprise before it's face broken into a large grin.
"Me!" It screeched, hugging me tightly, sending me stumbling backwards a little, before stopping completely and stepping back a bit, looking up at me a little cautiously.
"Uhh... I mean..." It tilted it's head to the left, "...Kairi?"
"Hi." I replied, a little too bluntly I think.
"Umm, you know you've still got my voice, it's not entirely clear on who you are in there."
Ugh.
"Oh my God, Roxas, who the fuck else could it be?"
He grinned at me, obviously taking our whole situation a bit more lightly than I was; though his grin did drop as he questioned, "What?"
"I figured you'd take longer to accept it than I did." So I'm probably exaggerating a bit, sue me.
"Huh?" God, he's slow, isn't he?
"Never mind, come on, we're late, " I urged, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him towards the sidewalk to walk to school, releasing him a foot or two before we got there.
"Hey!" Pfft, took him long enough.
Sighing, I hit my forehead with my hand and looked to the sky, "God, you're slow, Roxas."
He scowled at me for a few seconds before catching up to me; I hadn't stopped when he had.
I was quite content to walk to school in silence, but he felt he had to break the peace, apparently.
"Umm, so, would you happen to know what the fuck happened to us?"
Oh gee, I dunno, maybe God screwed something up?
"Nope."
"No idea at all?"
"Nuh uh." How am I supposed to know?!
"Come on, you've got the have some sort of explanation! You always do in situations like these!"
"Well I'm sorry if I've never been in someone else's body before, but I'll try to come up with something soon," I replied sarcastically.
"Dude, did something happen to you—me—... my body, this morning? 'Cause you're acting like you've got a stick up your ass."
What did he just say?!
I glared at him, mentally warning him not to say that again, he appeared to be taking note of this.
We walked on for a few more minutes in peace before he broke the peace again.
"Umm, so, you said you handled it better than I did; what, did you enjoy dressing me?"
I think he was trying to be funny, but that was in no way amusing at all; I glared at him again before replying,
"Actually no, I didn't, you should really sleep with some sort of underwear on under your pants when you sleep." I informed him, and then glanced at him sceptically before adding on, "And I assume you haven't changed my underwear?"
"Umm, no, I couldn't go that far, it was hard enough getting the bra on..."
Ugh, well at least he did that.
I groaned, and then noticed a foul, yet familiar odour coming from my body; I glanced at it, recognising the scent instantly.
"And you forgot to put deodorant on." Ugh.
"Aha! I knew I forgot something!"
It was at that moment that I verbalised my previous thoughts.
"Ugh."
He was kind enough to keep quiet the rest of the walk to school, to my surprise, and once we reached the school we entered through the large doors, and then paused in the foyer, me looking over him and him looking over me. He seemed satisfied with how I'd dressed him, though, something was off about his chest...
Oh my God, Roxas, you dipshit!
"Ugh, Roxas, come with me." I grabbed his arm and dragged him towards a bathroom, absentmindedly noticing the lack of gender specified on the door.
I glanced around the room before turning to the door, locking it, and then turning back to Roxas.
"Take your shirt off." I deadpanned.
"What?"
"Take it off; you've put the bra on inside out."
"No wonder it was so uncomfortable..."
I rolled my eyes, trying to refrain from scolding him for being an idiot, and helped him get the shirt off; he looked to the ceiling as I fixed the bra, which somewhat pleased me and somewhat annoyed me. It was pleasing because he wasn't going to see me half-naked; displeasing because I didn't want this to become a regularly thing if this situation lasted more than for just today.
After we'd finished we stepped out and he began to head to my locker, but I caused him to come to a halt by grabbing his arm again, pulling him back.
"Roxas," I began, whispering at first, "Seeing as you're going to have to be me until this stupid thing is over you should know how some things about my classes and who to sit with." I wasn't going to let him screw up my life.
He nodded, though he didn't seem to be paying too much attention.
"Don't sit with Larxene, you know who she is right?" He better know who she is, I looked to him hopefully.
He seemed to be in thought for a few seconds, pondering the people he'd seen throughout his years at our school, before something appeared to click in his mind, "Yeah."
Good.
"Okay, don't sit with the majority of the boys either, though Tidus and Wakka are fine, they're cool, just don't make it obvious you're a guy in there."
He continued nodding, still not appearing to be paying attention.
Mentally sighing, I continued,
"Namine's probably the best person to sit beside, you'll look normal sitting next to her; I always sit with her. You can tell her about our situation, I trust her with this, but do not let anyone else hear you; I don't want anyone else to know about this. Got it?"
He nodded again, possibly appearing to be paying more attention now, "Yup."
"Right, well, I assume you don't want me to fuck up your life." I rolled my eyes, he probably didn't have much to tell me, "Anything important I should know?"
He seemed to be thinking for a second or two, hopefully about what I'd asked him rather than daydreaming.
"Okay, well, um, you can sit by Axel and Demyx, they're fine, but not Luxord, he'll flirt with you, it's kinda creepy, I can't tell if he's joking or not when he does it, but yeah, avoid him, um..."
Okay... so there's a flirt in Roxas' classes, great, hopefully it is just joking. Or maybe Roxas just has a poor perception on what flirting is; it could be teasing.
"Uuumm..."
I watched him impatiently, he needed to hurry it up or we'd be late to class.
"Yeah... Oh, watch Axel, I'm not entirely sure, but I think he likes me, if you don't want him touching you try to sit on the other side of Demyx, umm, that's about it I guess..."
Great, now I have to watch out for Axel molesting me; oh joy.
"Right, I'll... keep that in mind." I glanced at the watch on my wrist; we had about five minutes left.
"Okay, that should be about it..." I wracked my mind for anything we might've missed, "Wait! Locker combinations! What's yours?"
He looked a bit frustrated as he thought, oh no, don't tell me he forgot it.
"Uh, 20, 32 15," he said, good, he remembered it, or, hopefully that was it; why was everyone else's so complicated?
"Mine's 30, 36, 30, easy to remember," I stated, nodding to him, him returning the nod, and then I stepped back towards his locker, "Alright, we should go get ready for class, so you later!"
"Yeah, bye!" he waved me off and turned, I waved too, but he'd turned before he saw it, I sighed and turned around, heading towards his locker.
Life was never meant to be this complicated, was it?