AN: The end is very repetitive because I really wanted to show Kyoko's side to learning the truth. I hope you enjoy. It was really fun for me to write this and I do need some fun right now.

Chapter One – A Cup of Coffee with Sugar

So, let's start with what I do know.

My real name is Kuon Hizuri. I used to go by Ren Tsuruga. I am twenty-seven-years-old and a husband. I got married when I was twenty-five to Kyoko Hizuri. Kyoko and I are considered celebrity royalty in this country. I am on excellent terms with my parents and am successful in my career.

Or at least that's the life that I had, the life that I want to go back to.

In this body I don't know how I can convince anyone that I'm really myself. What I know about Fuwa is mainly from what Kyoko told me. His full name is Fuwa Shotaro. He is the son and heir of a number of ryokans throughout the country. He did finish high school and wasn't a complete dimwit. He hasn't released a top ten single for over a year and he has been showing up in advertisements and small bit parts but not very much. He is also single and has been seen with many girls.

I'm an actor. I can make this work but first I have to get in contact with her and then I have to figure out why my brain isn't agreeing with my body. I actually feel hungry but I don't want to eat. I hate to blame my mother for that.

I take out my phone – his phone and I have to laugh because Fuwa has that weird finger print match as well as a retina scan but no passcode protection. I'm very glad that I set a passcode that only Kyoko and I know. I take a deep breath in and call knowing that I have to try to keep her on the line for as long as possible.

I wait for a moment before hearing her voice and it makes me very relieved to hear it. "Hizuri Kyoko speaking," she tells me and I sit down with my legs over the side of the bed, Fuwas legs.

"Hey. I know you want to hang up but you have to listen to me," I try to tell her but I hear Fuwas voice echo back at me. "Kyoko, don't hang up."

"What do you want?" Kyoko asks in more of a bored tone than anything with actual anger. In fact the two of us are pretty sick of him being in our lives. I do understand Kyoko's desire to keep in touch with him from time to time, he was part of her childhood, a larger part than I was.

"The man you're with is an imposter," I try to tell her and she yawns.

"Yeah, yeah…is this what you're going to say in the morning Shota—ro-ro" her voice becomes distant and I wait. What happened? Did the line just cut out?

"Hello, Fuwa," I hear myself say. Damn it. Doesn't he see that this isn't funny? Is it really a body switch meaning that I'm speaking with Fuwa right now.

"I suppose you're behind this," I comment and hear a soft laughter.

"As if I would want it this way. We'll have to talk somewhere where Kyoko isn't, she shouldn't have to know, right?"

I freeze. I've had conversations between Ren and Kuon take place in my mind before but I haven't actually spoken to myself. This is strange and I'm worried what he means that Kyoko shouldn't know. Of course she has to know. Before I can say anything, I hear the dial tone and I growl frustrated before throwing the phone on the ground in anger. At least I know Kyoko's schedule today. If I move fast, I should be able to get to her before she starts her first job.

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…

It was strange to talk to myself but I do have to admit that I have the better voice of the two of us. I hate that somebody else is using it though. I do have to stick to the positives. It's obvious that Hizuri works out and so this body is quite flexible without too many bad points and I am with Kyoko. If I keep pretending to be her stupid pathetic husband then she'll keep kissing me and holding me.

"I can't believe that he'd call like that, I'm sorry, I didn't want him to call," Kyoko tries to explain and she puts a cup of black coffee in front of me. I look at it. I usually start off with something a bit sweeter. Is this what being an American is about? He should at least show some respect to Japanese culture.

"He's annoying," I tell her trying to bite my tongue so I don't give the game away. Kyoko laughs and sits down opposite me but I stand up. There has to be some sugar or cream here somewhere. Kyoko watches me confused.

"Sweetheart, is something wrong?" she inquires and I find the sugar pot. Kyoko watches me as if I'm possessed as I go and put three spoons of sugar in my cup and then look around for any cream. "Are you feeling ill?" she asks as she comes to me and tries to get me to stop. She reaches up and feels my throat before tugging me to a chair. "Sit down," she says before standing before me and checking my forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever and there's no strain to your lymph nodes."

"Why do you think that I'm feeling so ill?" I ask her and she looks at me as if I'm some alien life form. She takes a look at the cup of coffee before looking at me again as if I've broken some unknown rule. "Do you have any cream?"

"Cream?" she asks before nodding slowly as if I've just asked her for some divine act. "Yes, there is some cream," she goes to get it for me before watching me concerned. You'd have thought that I would have done more than put some sugar and cream into a cup of coffee.

Kyoko reaches out and smooths my hair, it's beyond obvious that she's concerned for me or for him. It's best that she doesn't know about this body swap problem. "You'd tell me if something was bothering you, right? I wouldn't be able to…" she sniffs and tries hard not to cry. "Kuon, if you ever get diagnosed with something then tell me okay or if there's a work problem. I'm not going to think any less of you or be afraid. I love you."

"Are you concerned about my weight?" I ask her and she blinks as if this was news to her. I mean, that's probably why she's so controlling about what goes in the coffee, right?

"This is nothing about your weight," she argues and then sighs. She reaches out and takes my hand. "It's just you always like being strong, you've always tried to take care of yourself and try not to worry others. You have to depend on other people sometimes, we all do."

I look at her before turning to the phone, "I need to make a call but I forgot my passcode," I tell her and she looks at me with more concern before taking the phone and unlocking it for me.

"It's the time and date you proposed to me," she says and I watch her. How on earth am I supposed to know that? It's not like I have his memories. "It's also two minutes earlier than I said yes because your proposal…there's a reason you're an actor."

"So, what's the problem? You look like you've seen a ghost," I tell her and she looks at the coffee cup before telling me sadly.

"I've never known you to add sugar to the coffee."

Damn, that guy really does care about his weight, doesn't he?

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…..

I managed to find some simple clothes in his collection. There's a leather jacket, black button up shirt, black denim pants. It's simple and I can move in it. That's all that matters. The hair I've tried to make more like my own, it's one way of feeling safer.

As I sit outside of the studio building that she has her filming in, I stand up. I see her roll her eyes as she knows that she has to pass me. "Kyoko," I tell her quickly, "You have to listen to me."

"Sho, I don't have to do anything for you anymore," she tells me and I can sense a little anger and bitterness in her eyes. I know that they sometimes meet and she has no affection other than nostalgia for their friendship but I haven't felt this coldness for a while. "I don't even have to give you my friendship but maybe because I'm a masochist, I have."

"I know it's weird but this isn't my body," I try to tell her and she stops, giving me a rather pitying look.

"Just because you've put on some weight it doesn't make it not your body and if you're that worried then just…just never eat pudding again," she says as she gives me a challenging look. "What is this about? I'm having enough trouble understanding men this morning."

"Because that isn't your husband, not the one that you should have," I attempt to explain and she glares at me. I feel that I'm digging myself into an even deeper grave. She looks at me and rolls her eyes, "Use some of that fairytale logic to understand."

"Some of that fairytale logic?" Kyoko asks me before she puts out her leg as if to kick me but as I look at her she stops and stares at me as if she's caught in some kind of a trap. She stares at me, taking in something that's on my face. I don't get it. "Wait…this doesn't…your expression…"

"My expression?" I point to myself. Was there something about my expression that makes her stop and consider what is happening? How can I use this to my advantage?

"The way you're moving, your expression, it's…different," she says as she studies me and I have to take a chance. I reach out and without warning, bring her lips to mine. I know that she'd never let him do that to her. She struggles at first but soon it's as if the struggle is enough and she wraps her arms around me as if she was meant to kiss me. I'm wondering if she can feel the similarities or whether she has a crush on Fuwa.

"How did you learn to kiss like that?" she asks before glaring at me and shoves me. I guess in her mind she's now thinking that Fuwa assaulted her again. "Kuon is my husband! How could you even do a thing like that?" she asks me and before she can kick me. I put my hands on her shoulders gently.

"Ya ne Fuva (I am not Fuwa)" I tell her as she looks at me in shock and confusion. I feel better knowing that Fuwa doesn't know Russian but Kyoko studied it for months before meeting my mother so she could impress her with it. "Ya prosnulsya v etom tele. Mne nuzhno chtoby vy znali, chto ya ne Fuva (I woke up in this body. I need you to know that I am not Fuwa)."

"I don't want to kiss you again," she tells me and I look at her before sighing, I can understand that. "I only want to kiss Kuon, so do I want to kiss you?"

I look at her before sighing, I know what she's asking. "You want the answer in Japanese or Russian?" I ask her and she crosses her arms, looking at me and challenging me.

"Japanese will be fine," she tells me and I feel nervous about what is happening, it scares me that she could leave after telling me that she hates me.

"Whilst I would like to kiss you, I understand that you only want to kiss Kuon and kiss the Kuon body so whereas in my mind, it would devastate me to know that you were kissing him, I want to kiss you because I love you," I try to tell her and she puts a hand to my cheek before turning it from side to side. I know that she's really confused.

"Don't you dare move," she says with a bitter look in her eyes before reaching up to kiss me but then looks around and grabs to my wrist, dragging us off to a very private area where the press can't get to. I look around trying to get my breath but find that she kisses me and our lips seems to fit together in the same way as my true body, it's as if the pressure and position are enough to make the kiss seem right.

She blinks back tears as she pulls back and looks at me. "What the hell are you doing in Fuwa's body?" she asks and I nearly choke as that questions settles on my mind. Does she believe that I really am me? She freezes before seeming to shiver as if something has chilled her body and I reach out to touch her shoulder. "How could you let me share the same bed as Shotaro!?" she asks me and I look at her speechless.

"It's not like…why would I ever choose to occupy this body?" I ask her and she looks at me before putting a hand to my chest.

"What is Corn?" she asks and I laugh, only a small number of people know this about us despite this story being so significant.

"Either you're referring to the food, the stone that I gave you when you were six so that you could try to use it to help you with your sadness, or you're talking about me, the so-called fairy prince who feels like he needs to take an incredibly long shower to rid myself o-"

"No Russian dolls in the bathtub?" Kyoko asks as she raises an eyebrow.

"I think that was a weird Cain Heel choice," I tell her as I rub the back of my shoulder. "It was fun. I much prefer the baths that we take together. Well, there was that time when you were worried about me and jumped in on me in the shower."

Kyoko's eyes widen and I look at her confused. Why is she staring at me like that…no, stupid, you're saying all of these words whilst in Fuwas body. Be glad that she isn't just acceptant of you saying this.

"It's hard to hear that out of Fuwa's mouth," she tells me and I give her an apologetic smile. Tears fill her eyes as she stares at me and then she wraps her arms around me, pressing her forehead into my chest. "I hate him," she tells me and I wrap my arms around her, she sniffs sadly. "I hate him. I hate that you have to be him. I hate that he did this to you."

"I'll be okay," I tell her, "I should probably get going. I just needed for you to know," I try to lighten the mood, "I guess now I know what hungry feels like." I turn to leave and she grabs me from behind, wrapping her arms around me and crying into my jacket.

"I'll see you later, right? You'll contact me later?" she begs and I turn around and see her looking up at me with tears in her eyes. "Please, Kuon?" she says and I kiss the top of her head.

"I'll make sure of it." I tell her and start to walk away. I hate having to leave her.

"Kuon," she calls after me, looking at me as if she's wounded, "Even in that body, I still love you. You know that, right?" she seems to plead and of course I know it.

"I know," I assure her, "And I love you too."

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As if my morning could get worse. First of all, Kuon has been acting off all morning and somehow I find myself less attracted to him and I hate that. How could I become less attractive to Kuon? It doesn't make sense. However, now I find Shotaro waiting for me as if my morning couldn't get worse.

I know I have to pass him but I wish that if I had to see him it would be on a better day than this. He stands up as if he has an emergency that I don't really want to care about. "Kyoko," he says quickly and I internally sigh. "You have to listen to me."

I don't know why he feels so much entitlement still. I've moved on from him. I couldn't move on further from him. I met someone else, I fell in love with him, got engaged, and even got married. He has no right to me at all. Kuon realizes that I'm my own person and it's because of his support that I managed to follow my own dreams.

"Sho," I tell him feeling angry, "I don't have to do anything for you anymore. I don't even have to give you my friendship but maybe because I'm a masochist, I have."

Sho looks like he's woken up on the bad side of the bed and he's seeming more soft and gentle than his arrogant, egotistical self. I am beyond frustrated at the men in my life. "I know it's weird but this isn't my body." Wow, so he is his narcissistic self is still there. I can't believe that he's getting this way about not exercising enough or rather not being motivated enough to take care of himself.

"Just because you've put on some weight, it doesn't make it not your body and if you're that worried then just…just never eat pudding again," I challenge him before sighing, "What is this about? I'm having enough trouble understanding me this morning."

"Because," Sho tries to explain to me, "that isn't your husband, not the one you should have."

What the hell, Shotaro!? I know that Kuon and Sho aren't best friends and they never will be but he should have accepted that I love Kuon. Kuon has even allowed for my friendship with Shotaro to happen despite the way Shotaro treats him. I roll my eyes.

"Use some of that fairytale logic to understand."

"Some of that fairytale logic?" That pisses me off as he says this and I attempt to kick him in the shin but then I see the way he's looking at me. It's as if this is a Shotaro mask or Shotaro costume and I hate to admit that his behavior is similar to Kuon's. It's as if his facial expression is one I've seen on Kuon's face numerous times but he's Shotaro. This doesn't make sense. I must not have had a good night sleep. "Wait…this doesn't…" I whisper as I continue to watch him, "your expression."

"My expression?" Shotaro asks and it pisses me off how I'm having memories of Kuon flash through my mind as I look at him. I must be getting a fever.

"The way you're moving, your expression, it's different," I tell him wanting to study him. Something is wrong, something isn't natural. Before I know it, he has grabbed my chin and kissed me again. What the hell is he doing!? I think about struggling but somehow this feels like the kiss I should have had this morning. Somehow the way he's holding me seems like it fits, his kiss seems to fit and I hold him. Again, I hate that I'm just remembering my intimacy with Kuon and with Shotaro…wait…

"How did you learn to kiss like that?" I ask him before shoving him away. I glare at him. How dare he!? Even if my mind is screwed up this morning, you don't randomly force a married woman to kiss you. It was bad enough when I wasn't dating anyone but now…" Kuon is my husband!" I tell him with my eyes focusing on him again, "How could you even do a thing like that?" I ask before stretching my leg out to kick him. The next thing he does though doesn't make any sense to me.

He puts his hands on my shoulders with such an affectionate touch before I really worry about my sanity.

"Ya ne Fuva" he tells me and I freeze. This must be a nightmare because in what universe did the dimwitted Shotaro start speaking in Russian. Only three people speak to me in Russian and it's rarely Father unless he's helping me practice. "Ya prosnulsya v etom tele. Mne nuzhno chtoby vy znali, chto ya ne Fuva."

This doesn't make sense to me. How could he learn that? How could Kuon not remember how to access his phone this morning. I only unlocked it because I was worried about him having a cold and told him I wanted him to see a doctor. "I don't want to kiss you again," I tell him and he seems to sigh, "I only want to kiss Kuon," I freeze as things that shouldn't make sense clash against one another in my mind, "So do I want to kiss you?"

He sighs, dropping his head and my heart is shaking inside. His actions are so much like Kuon's. He spoke Russian with the same pace that Kuon speaks it. His kiss was just like Kuon's. I must have hit my head or something. "You want the answer In Japanese or Russian?"

"Japanese will be fine," I tell him and see anxiety in his expression.

"Whilst I would like to kiss you, I understand that you only want to kiss Kuon and kiss the Kuon body," I look at him confused, the Kuon body? "So whereas in my mind, it would devastate me to know that you were kissing him, I want to kiss you because I love you."

The answer leaves me more confused and afraid and I put my hand on his cheek. This is Shotaro's body. This is Shotaro's voice. Any sane person would see this man walking down the street and just think Sho Fuwa. I must have a concussion or something. I look at him. Maybe another kiss would help me figure it out. "Don't you dare move," I tell him before realizing that if the media were to see us that would be terrible. I take him to a private area where Kuon and I have snuck off to before and when I know nobody has followed us, I kiss him.

How does this feel so right? This is Shotaro's body but the kiss is so different. If I closed my eyes then I would feel as if I were kissing my husband, the man that I love above all others. As weird as it is, I believe that Shotaro trapped Kuon in his body but I don't know his motives for doing so.

I blink back tears as I start to realize why all of this feels so right. "What the hell are you doing in Fuwa's body?" I ask him and he breathes surprised that I'm acceptant of that fact. Wait. I've been sharing a bed with Shotaro. I've been kissing and hugging Shotaro. Shotaro has been taking advantage of me. I'm going to kill him. I shiver and Kuon reaches to touch my shoulder. "How could you let me share the same bed as Shotaro?" I ask him feeling disgusted and of course he's speechless.

"It's not like…why would I ever choose to occupy this body?" he asks me and I put a hand to his chest. Now that I have a clearer idea of what's happened, I just want to touch him. I try to be careful though. When I found out that Ren and Corn were the same person as Kuon, I wanted that story to remain special and private between us. It's as if a miracle led us back to one another.

I look at him before asking that significant question, "What is Corn?" I ask and he laughs.

"Either you're referring to the food, the stone that I gave you when you were six so that you could try to use it to help you with your sadness, or you're talking about me, the so-called fairy prince who feels like he needs to take an incredibly long shower to rid myself o—"

I laugh to myself, I know that despite this unfortunate body, that it's him on the inside, "No Russian dolls in the bathtub?" I ask. The only people who really know what went on between Cain and Setsu are us. The president might have some ideas but it's not as if we went around telling people.

He rubs his back and it's so strange to see these movements and these words coming out of Shotaro's body. I'm going to kill him with my bare hands but first I need to get them to switch back as I don't think that I could do more than bruise Kuon's body. At the first sign of blood, I would weaken and feel terrified of him being hurt even if it is that asshole inhabiting it. "I think that was a weird Cain Heel choice," he tells me, "It was fun. I much prefer the baths that we take together," I twitch as I hear this. The idea of Shotaro and I bathing together sickens me. "Well, there was that time when you were worried about me and jumped in on me in the shower."

"It's hard to hear that out of Fuwa's mouth," I tell him as he looks at me, confused about my reaction. I wrap my arms around Kuon, pressing my forehead to Shotaro's chest. At least Kuon is alive. "I hate him," I whisper wondering if he can hear my words. He wraps his arms around my body and I try to control my tears. "I hate him. I hate that you have to be him. I hate that he did this to you."

"I'll be okay," he tells me and of course he is. Kuon is going to be okay. I'll make sure that he's okay. "I should probably get going. I just needed for you to know. I guess now I know what hungry feels like," he says before turning to leave. I'm scared to see him go. I don't know the next time I'll see him or be able to touch him. I grab him from behind, still unable to stop myself from crying.

"I'll see you later, right?" I ask him. I need him. I'm going to feel sad and sick and pained without him even if he is in Shotaro's body. I won't let Shotaro get away with stealing his body either. "You'll contact me later?" As he turns, I look up at him and I have to tell myself to look at the facial expression and not the face. "Please, Kuon?" I ask him and he kisses my forehead.

"I'll make sure of it," he tells me and I can't let him leave like that. He has to understand, he needs to understand.

"Kuon!" I call after him. I don't want him to leave but I know it's the best option we have. "Even in that body, I still love you. You know that, right?" I ask him because I know about his insecurity. It's a type of insecurity that I don't think the real Shotaro even has. I think my life would be worse if there was no cure but I'd rather run away with Kuon in Shotaro's body than stay here with Shotaro in Kuon's body.

"I know," he tells me, his expression softening, "And I love you too."

End of Chapter One

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I think that this is the longest chapter that I've written for a while