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Blue hair fell in front of his eyes. It was still a bit of a shock not to see dark purple strands of hair fall across his face, but Dark ignored the slight panic in favour of listening to the teacher at the front of the class, how ever reluctant he was to do so. Satoshi's grades shouldn't really have to suffer because of his inability to concentrate.

It really sucked; being separated from Daisuke, finally having his own body… and then being stuck in this one. It was infuriating, to be honest. He wondered vaguely when this whole thing would be over…

He was in a mood. That much was certain. And he was actually in physical pain.

It was one thing to have to deal with all of this, but to suffer physically as well? He knew this aching in his chest was something to do with the 'switch' – it had to be. But he wouldn't let something so trivial as pain phase him, oh no – he was still Dark Mousy, even if he was stuck in someone else's body.

He rested his head in his hands and sighed. His eyes were itching with tiredness and an odd dryness coated his throat. What else could go wrong? Hadn't he succeeded his bad luck levels for today? He groaned, rubbing his eyes.

It was only a Tuesday, as well. He would be able to understand his tiredness if it were a Friday, but no. It was basically the start of the week and he was already seriously contemplating passing out in the middle of one of Satoshi's lessons. This tiredness wasn't normal.

He ran a hand through the blue hair, his mind running astray for a few moments. This tiredness was sort of familiar, he recalled the same exhausted feeling… limbs heavy, vision slightly blurred, heart pounding loudly, head spinning… sliding down the wall, tired, the dim glimmer from the candles illuminating the skin of the boy in front of him, tired…

Dark chocked, entering a record for the longest coughing fit. He told himself resolutely that he would stay away from that humiliating memory, like he'd told himself so many times before. That embarrassing night was always at the front of his mind, it seemed… which was damn annoying. He sighed.

He could be thinking about any of the many kisses he'd enjoyed in his life – why did that one have to haunt him? Why did every little thing he did have to be linked to that night? It was infuriating, really.

Dark groaned, attracting a few odd looks, but he couldn't really care less. He didn't really know why he was going along with all of this – it just wasn't like him. Was it? He didn't really know anymore – this whole switch thing had really messed his self perception up. Heck, a couple of days ago he wouldn't even be thinking about self perception. He wasn't sure why he didn't just sulk and act stupid while everyone thought he was Satoshi and turn it into a huge joke. He couldn't do that, though. It was way too serious.

Satoshi made it serious.

Dark sighed. Satoshi had made this tricky, he'd made his distress and awkwardness quite clear… and that made Dark not want to disappoint. He didn't know why he was so intent on not messing this up anymore for Satoshi, it just seemed like he had to, there was no question about it.

And that really sucked.

He let himself smirk as he pondered what would have happened if he'd switched bodies with someone else – Daisuke! Oh God – he let out a small chuckle. Imagine that. Aw well, he supposed it could have been worse than Satoshi – imagine switching bodies with Krad! He scrunched up his nose at the thought.

Yeah – it could have been a lot worse than Satoshi. At least Satoshi wouldn't embarrass him. At least Satoshi was nice. At least…

Dammit – why was he thinking about Satoshi again!? He silently punished himself. Although… not thinking about Satoshi was kinda hard to do when he was pretending to be him.

Dark sighed yet again. His head hurt.

This whole event had brought nothing but confusion. That and a lot of embarrassment.

Odd. He wasn't normally the one to get embarrassed. He considered that Daisuke's job.

-

Satoshi looked down at the artwork in front of him, completely confused as to what to do. It wasn't like he could do Dark's artwork for him, there would be a huge clash of styles, but it wasn't like he could just sit there and not do any work. Art class was the subject he dreaded most in Dark's form. The messy art room had a very relaxed atmosphere, which was the complete opposite of Satoshi; constantly worrying about whether they were going to be found out…

It wasn't like he could go up to the teacher and tell her that Dark and him had read some sort of lovers spell out, kissed (banish the thought!) and then found they had switched bodies in the course of a night. No, even if he wanted to make people consider him crazy, he didn't have the nerves.

There was also the fact that he wasn't sure what Dark wanted him to do. Would he be angry that he wasn't doing work, or would he be more angry that Satoshi had ruined his grades forever. Knowing Dark, he'd make a big deal out of it no matter which option he chose. Then again, he could hardly say he knew Dark. He'd have liked to say that though.

Here he was, trapped in Dark's body and virtually clueless to what he was really like. Sure, he'd fought him, he'd tried to capture him, he had a vague idea of how Dark acted, but that didn't classify as knowing a person. And not knowing Dark was proving very troublesome… he'd lost count of how many times a random girl had come up to him, either acting crudely flirtatious or in tears and he'd just frozen.

Satoshi hadn't had much human contact at all, in fact he'd prided himself in keeping a distance from everyone, so he didn't really have much experience.

It was all a bit annoying, really.

Satoshi just wanted it to be over.

He wanted it to be over so he could stop thinking so much about everything.

About Dark.

He quickly distracted himself from that particular trail of thoughts and got some paint ready, even if he wasn't going to do anything with it. Hmm, let see… nice colours. Dark colours. What would Dark choose?

He sighed heavily.

He absolutely despised not knowing how to handle his emotions.

-

Dark smiled on being let out of the classroom and entered the busy hallway, scanning the many heads there for purple hair. It still felt odd looking for himself in a crowd of people when he wanted Satoshi. He finally found Satoshi, looking rather embarrassed and walking away from a sobbing girl.

Huh… that girl looked rather familiar. Opps. Well, at least there was one good thing about not being in his own body – he didn't have to deal with (for lack of a better work) scorned girls. He almost felt sad for Satoshi.

Satoshi walked up to him, about to comment on how horrible Dark was, he was sure, but Dark cut him off before he could damage his all important ego. "Today was so boring," He whined, "I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?" Satoshi asked quizzically.

"Do all of this and not get lonely or anything!" Dark exclaimed.

Satoshi rolled his eyes, "And how do you not get exhausted by everything you do?" He said dryly before turning around to walk on ahead.

"Wait up," Dark grumbled dramatically, catching up with Satoshi who was now intent on getting out of the school as fast as possible.

"Do you have to practise walking slow or does it just come naturally?" Satoshi commented.

"At least I don't sprint when trying to walk," Dark mumbled, pouting slightly.

"Hey!" A voice from behind the bickering two made them turn around to see a smiling Daisuke and a disgusted Krad. Dark's grin immediately vanished, replaced by a familiar glare.

Krad returned the glare tenfold – both of them dreading having to go home together. Daisuke looked between the two; it was a miracle that both of them were still alive. "Do you want to come home for dinner?" He asked Dark hastily before the two 'angels' could get a chance to fight.

Dark nodded silently.

Daisuke grinned at the other two, "You can stay as well."

Satoshi had to hide a smirk as both Dark and Krad bit their tongues; Krad attempting to please Satoshi and Dark maintaining the self-created illusion that he was, in fact, mature.

Dark turned his glare to Satoshi who, he noticed, had been smiling. "What are you so happy about?"

Satoshi's expression immediately ghosted over, "Nothing."

Dark paused. It was scary how Satoshi could just remove his emotions like that. What a sad life; one without emotions. He couldn't imagine trying to suppress all his happiness or sorrow like that, but, Dark guessed, if he'd been taught and trained to pluck every single emotion from his life, then he'd probably see it as routine. Dark grimaced. He'd have to tell Satoshi that smiling wasn't exactly a sin. Okay, mental note done, and back to the situation at hand. "Aww, Sato-kun, you don't have to hide it, I know you're excited about coming over to my very own house for dinner." He grinned, "Don't worry though, most people are."

Krad looked positively outraged at the use of a pet name for Satoshi. Satoshi merely shook his head, not bothering to retaliate this time.

Being around Dark was more exhausting than being trapped in his body.

-

Emiko had been shocked, to say the least, when she saw the two people that her Daisuke and Dark had been fighting for years, but she let them in all the same. Her brown eyes observed the scene with a sort of hesitancy though. It had been a surprise to find that Dark and Daisuke had separated, and she had rightly guessed that the other tamer and his angel had done the same, but she would have never have thought up this. The four now sitting around the table were treating each other like friends, even if there were insults being thrown back and forth between the boy with blue hair, Satoshi and the other angel, Krad.

Funny. She thought it would have been Dark and Krad who would have been fighting, but no. Maybe they had changed.

She definitely had noticed a change in Dark over the past week or so. She wondered what had changed him… all of his mannerisms, all of his jokes, all of his buoyancy seemed to have vanished and been replaced by this odd disconnection, which she found quite scary. Maybe it was the shock of being separated from his tamer. Yes, that must be it.

She observed Satoshi – she thought that was his name, if she remembered correctly – with a mild interest. He seemed much more forward, much more confident. In fact, Satoshi had greeted her with happiness and the air of a friend who she hadn't seen in a very long time, although she couldn't place the vibe. But it was there – something had changed.

She wasn't sure quite what it was, but there was something alright.

Emiko shook her head in slight amusement and made a silent vow to try and stop spying as often on the people Daisuke brought home.

She heard an outburst of laughter from the next room and smiled. They were probably hungry now, she thought as she picked up a plate full of steaming pasta.

-

Satoshi moaned into his pillow, resolutely keeping his eyes from the light. It was mornings like this that made him consider becoming nocturnal. He hadn't been able to sleep regularly or healthily before this 'switch', but now he was getting way over his 8 hours. He didn't think he was capable of being this lazy. He didn't know whether to be proud or annoyed by his sudden change in sleep pattern.

Maybe it was something to do with Dark, or being in his body.

He didn't want to think about that anymore. Embarrassment seemed only a brief thought away now.

Satoshi gritted his teeth as he thought about the day ahead of him – today was the anniversary of their little incident. He blushed just thinking about the kiss – anyway, moving on from humiliation, there was hope that they would change back over the course of the day, being a week later. It was an old enchantment, he was sure. No modern spell would have permitted switching bodies. Old magic usually had rhyme and rhythm, so there was hope.

He could tell that he was still in Dark's form just by the way he was laying, and how long his legs seemed. But there was still hope – they could change in the evening, when the spell had been read a week ago. Or tomorrow, the anniversary of when they had actually discovered their predicament that forced them to interact.

Satoshi would have just liked to avoid Dark and never think of the kiss they had shared, but no. Life wasn't that courteous.

He heard Daisuke tread along the corridor and mumble something along the lines of, "Going to be late, get out of bed."

That was one of the things he least wanted to do right now. Dark's bed was so comfortable and he was in no mood for school.

It was very strange; the whole switch hadn't been quite as bad as he would have expected it to be – it was just interacting with other people and pretending to be Dark that really annoyed him. In fact, the time he'd spent with Dark over the last week or so had been enjoyable, it had relieved the annoyance school and other people had brought on. If he didn't know any better, he would have said he enjoyed Dark's company.

"Huh," Satoshi mumbled. What a change of heart.

After the realisation, he decided to get up. He might as well make an effort.


And there it is! I really hope you like it… that being said, I reckon this was a really boring chapter o.o I promise things start to progress in the next chapter!
Oh… speaking of which, I'm already half way through writing it: )

Want a preview? Okay, well you're getting one whether you like it or not…

The blonde angel found Dark sprawled out across the kitchen floor – Krad could swear he actually saw cartoon birds circle the angel in disguise's head. Krad smirked, observing the very disgruntled Dark pick himself up and sway on the spot where he stood.

And there you go!

Well… lets hope it's a little better than that snippet.

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- Kat xXx