A week had passed. Natsume would wake up every morning. Go to school in a hurry. Come home noticing the yellowing of the leaves. Try not to reminisce. Not worry. Not care. Be bored. Go to sleep.

He realized that days were boring. They were average. At school he was not noticed (though recently his name had become more spoken since the haircut). At home he ignored his mother, and would not speak to his sister. He had no friends. He had no life. And quite frankly, he tried not to care.

As always, he would sit around and read. He hated it so much. This was slowly killing him (actually, it was slowly killing his nerves) but he tried not to mind, and actually started to not hate it. Until that Monday.

Actually, he didn't know what to think. He thought so much that it seemed like his thoughts weren't even there. A normal person would freak out, tell someone, go shoot themselves, or maybe go crazy doing stupid things. Natsume considered those options and decided that his time to do those things would come when this numb feeling washed away. Anytime now. Anytime now...

One day, a Monday after the weekend, he decided that he would eventually die. He would jump in a lake if things didn't change. The only reason his other self could live in this life was because all of their spare time was spent on studying. Natsume needed adventure. Somewhere, deep, deep, DEEP inside of his heart, he was happy when he woke up that day a week ago. His heart raced, and his confusion was accompanied by excitement. He would say goodbye to his old life and shed a new skin. He was actually happy. All of that was ruined. That new fresh excitement.

A new life? What bored owner of a perfect life hasn't wished about that? But this life was already ruined by boredom, seeing as how Natsume didn't know what to do with it. Where was that new feeling where he had to adapt? Now this life was normal. Boring. Ugh, he drove himself near madness thinking those things. That's why he preferred not thinking and being calm.

But as I have said, a week after the new life, Natsume was in a thought too deep to be broken by his want for calmness. He was angry at himself for not doing anything. Ruining this damned chance to start over.

He took a piece of paper and a stray pen, knowing well that his thoughts would burst his head if he didn't let them go. He would punch a wall.

. fun fun fun fun fun fun. Damn this fun. what should i do. Im not crazy, right? I hate this life. I get so bored. Im not lonely. No, I dont need people. I miss people... I miss Ruka and Aoi. Ruka's life is better without me, isn't it? He seems better. HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND (wtf? He has one and I don't? What kind of messed up world is this I wonder) hhahaa. So stupid. I feel like I'm trapped. No matter what, i will always be... What should I do? I need to tell him, right? Then he could tell me, right? No. I dont need him. Or anyone. No I need to do this myself. Do what? DO WHAT, WHAT THE HELL DO I DO

He snapped the pen in half, splattering black ink on his face. He glared at the broken pen with deadly eyes. For some reason, he wanted that pen to burn in hell. He wanted the whole world to burn in hell. Hey, he was mad. Mad at everything and blaming everything for everything. Yes, everything was everything's fault. That logic worked well with Natsume at that moment. He was beyond caught up in his anger.

Grabbing his cell phone from the side table, Natsume dialed a familiar number in a fit of rage. After a few clicks, a voice answered.

"Hel-"

"WHAT THE HELLO. YOU IDIOT, HOW CAN YOU NOT REMEMBER ME? DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT I AM CONFUSED AND NEED YOUR HELP..."

"Wh..what?"

"Oh, PLEEEAAASSSEEE. You know VERY well that I can get very angry. Hah. ANGRY IS SUCH AN UNDERSTATEMENT. Oh, GOD. I at least thought that I would have at least a LITTLE fun in this fucked up life, but NO. NO FUN AT ALL, IS IT, RUKA? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M HAVING FUN? Don't answer that. Don't answer ANYTHING, because apparently, you don't even KNOW me. WHATEVER. I'll just-"

"Who ARE you?"

Natsume's fit of rage stopped as he heard those words. Wait, that wasn't Ruka's voice...

"I'm Natsume, who are you?..." he said confused.

"...ummm... Tsubasa?" the voice answered, almost like a question.

"oh.." Natsume hung up and stared blankly at the phone. That could possibly be the awkwardest wrong number moments he had ever encountered. His thoughts vanished as his anger just seemed to go with them. Wrong number? He couldn't help but snicker a bit.

He decided that while he had the guts, he should still call Ruka. He dialed the number, more carefully this time.

"Hello?" A voice answered, also confused. Natsume made sure the voice was Ruka's before continuing.

"Ruka, it's Natsume. I need to tell you something. You'll think I'm crazy, but it's something you need to know,"

Ruka, interested by the boy's words, said yes, urging Natsume to continue. He was surprised to see this person who was almost a stranger call him. Something he needed to know? Well, this was interesting.

"I'm not me. This... I switched lives. I know you probably think I'm crazy or am pranking you.." Natsume paused a second to see if Ruka had anything to say so far. This was the part where Ruka was supposed to say something like 'WHAT?' or 'that makes no sense..' or knowing his friend, 'ok, then Natsume...'

But Ruka was quiet. Natsume couldn't see him, his 'wtf?' expression, or his burrowed brows and his confused eyes. Why yes, Natsume. I do think you're insane. he thought, but held his breath for the weird boy to continue.

"The reason I'm telling you this is because you used to be my closest friend. My only friend. You don't understand Ruka, I'm not crazy, you have to believe me!" Natsume almost pleaded. He regrets this dumb decision to tell Ruka.

"How can I believe you?" Ruka said as if the thought made no sense. There was a chuckle behind those words, making them sound as crazy as Natsume was beginning to feel.

"You're right. It's ok, I get why you would think that. I thought so, too, when I woke up in this life a week ago. Let me tell you what happened, Ruka, before you label me as a madman. Before a week ago I was in a different life. My name was Natsume Hyuuga. My closest friend was a boy named Ruka, and my life was as close to perfect as you dream it was. I went to parties every night. Slept with dozens of girls... hell, for all I know I could have been a father..."

Natsume chuckled at a memory from a party. It was actually pretty fun if he thought about it. There was once a party where the host was so drunk they danced naked on a tabl- not the point. Natsume snapped out of the messed up flashback. "anyway. I had the life that was just... great. But boring. I had money, looks, girls, money, you know, everything you want,"

Is he somehow trying to insult me -.- Ruka thought.

"until I woke up in this stupid loser life. Apparently now I'm Natsume the Nerd? Or just 'That Nerd Over There'. You probably still don't believe me, but I've known you for a long time, Ruka. You're my closest friend. I know you better then you know yourself," Natsume finished off with a victorious smirk. He felt he did a good job selling off his story. Ruka was slightly annoyed by these rude words, and was closer to believing in carnivorous grass then in a single word this wacko said.

"Really. How... interesting," Ruka thought of the right words.

"I know you like bunnies," Natsume said, smiling a creepy smile.

Ruka's annoyed expression turned blank. "Who told you that?" he asked seriously.

"You had a funeral for Mr. Little when you were six. You said you cried for... was it three or four months? And you never forgot him," Natsume could practically see Ruka's shocked expression.

"You fell from a tree when you were five," Natsume continued when Ruka stood silent. "and you love, Love, LOVE pink poodles,"

"What? Wait, that's not true!" Ruka said quickly.

"But didn't you say you're aunt's poodle was your only childhood friend when you were really little? You know, the really weird one with the glass eyes and pink fluff?" Natsume full-out smirked. There was no way Ruka couldn't believe him now.

"Natsume, you have a serious problem" Ruka said slowly. Natsume nodded to himself. He did have a horrible problem. Friendless alone in a new life-

"Not only are you completely crazy, but you're also a stalker? Natsume, I'm sorry. I... I didn't think that you were that sick. It's ok. We'll get you help..."

"What? No! Can't you obviously see that.."

"Shhh. It's ok, I understand," Ruka honestly had no idea what to do.

"No, it's not ok! You think I'm crazy! Oh, please, Ruka. At least look at the facts. You know I'm telling the truth," Natsume was saying, hoping Ruka would use his reason. But Ruka wasn't listening. Instead Ruka was shaking his head thinking why am I the one who always gets stuck in these sick situations...

"Ugh. Ruka, you better not call the police. I was dumb to think you would believe me. Never mind. Ignore everything I have ever said to you. I am a stranger to you now. I guess I always was for you, right? A stranger,"

Natsume hung up, leaving Ruka with this new situation to think over. Natsume ruffled his hair for the billionth time and let out a frustrated growl. He went to sleep with new angers and worries that night. At least it was better than boredom.

The next morning, Natsume went to school with ideas in mind. He figured that if adventure is what he wanted, then making his new life more like his old would help with the boredom. He trusted that his new haircut had changed enough to make his looks at least a bit better, and his popularity a tiny bit higher.

He needed to look appealing and be at least a bit popular in order to get life to be exciting again.

He remembered an annoying girl that used to be obsessed with him in his old life. Her name was Sumire. He knew since he would never stop hearing her name. "HELLO NATSUME, IT'S ME, SUMIRE, YOUR LOVE!" ugh. She was so annoying...

But his plan would only work if he got over that annoying, ANNOYING voice. As he arrived to school, he was set to follow through with this idea and see how it played out.

In homeroom (where they were allowed to do whatever they wanted since the teacher was always gone) he walked over to the girl. Sumire, as usual, was leaning against her desk, a group of friends surrounding her. With startling green eyes and hair that ended in curls, she was ranked pretty well in the school's social chart.

As he neared her desk, they all looked at him with utter disgust. She put on an annoyed expression as she looked up at him "What do you want?" she asked in such a way that he wanted to kill her. Sadly, that was not part of his plan.

Instead he put on a smirk and leaned in such a way to make his whole figure look perfect. His hair was ruffled, a smirk plastered on his face, and a sinister aura going around him in a remarkable fashion. With on hand, he took off his glasses.

True, he couldn't see anything, but he knew that no girl could possibly say no to him if he looked like he used to. He was sad to not be able to see her expression, and was even sadder when he heard her little clan members gasp.

Sumire's POV

Natsume walked up to me. I was annoyed, of course, by his presence. He was just some little nerd who sat in the corner minding his own business, when suddenly he came to bother me? Who did he think he was? So annoying. He was probably going to try to ask me out. At first I thought it was disgusting.

But then, as he came closer, I noticed something that shocked me. He didn't look weak and nerdy. It took me a second to realize, but the way the carried himself was so... perfect. It was as if he was king. I had the strangest urge to smile cutely at him and call his name, but I obviously couldn't. So I put on an annoyed expression and hope desperately that I wasn't falling for such a loser.

"What do you want?" I asked, happy that my voice sounded as disgusted as I should have felt.

He smirked in a way that made my heart jump. Oh, wow... he wasn't bad looking at all. I wondered why I never noticed how hot he was. Probably because I was too stuck up in the way I thought he was. I judge too much, and I realized that as he smirked at me then. Suddenly, in a swift motion, he took off his weird rectangular glasses and gave me the most confident, snarky look. I held my breath so that I wouldn't gasp, though I heard some people in my group gasp.

Call me crazy, but he was probably the hottest boy I had ever seen. I couldn't help but blush. He had red eyes, so deep that they just seemed to swallow you. I felt sick at the thought of ever considering him an ugly loser. That confidence and grace made him anything but.

Regular POV

Natsume couldn't get the song "I'm bringing sexy back, yeah!" out of his head as he took off those glasses. After all, he literally was bringing sexy back. "Wanna go out with me?" he asked in a very cool manner.

"...sure," she said calmly, nearly dying of excitement inside. He was surprised at her calmness. She was supposed to go crazy. Had his sexy dulled so down?

"Cool," he put on his glasses, stopped smiling, and walked back to his seat. It was only when he sat down that he realized everyone was dead silent and staring at him.

Yeah. He brought sexy back. He smiled to himself, and was happy for some time at the situation he created. Now about Ruka... ah, he would see. He should make this as fun as he could.

Too bipolar? Sorry... for some reason I always imagined Natsume as having some serious anger issues if ever in such a confusing situation. You think I went to extreme? SO DID YOU PEOPLE LIKE THE CHAPTER :DDD sorry so far mikan hasn't really been in... and there's been like no romance... heh, sorry ... . the excitement is starting so far ahead. Thanks for anyone who reviewed or read :D Reviews are REALLY appreciated! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, PLEEEAAAASSSEEE. Do I suck? am I going somewhere? Too fast? Too blunt? too little detail? too stupid? Just too... off? I couldn't really explain how Natsume was feeling at the beginning and I may have some mistakes.. ah. I hope his emotions didn't seem to fast. THANK YOU for everything :D