AN: I'm going to hopefully continue writing after next week with my other fics and hopefully get a chapter of Repeat Previous Song updated today or tomorrow. I've had some stuff going on and just feel like taking the next week easy and hopefully the manga chapter won't be too painful to read when it comes out.

Chapter Two : The Parental Lock

Argh!

This situation sucks so badly and I'm completely torn at how to approach it. I could use this opportunity to either destroy HIzuri's career and his reputation, make Kyoko fall out of love with him either by being a completely neglectful husband or one who emotionally and maybe even physically abuses her or I could make a deal with Hizuri that neither one of us does damage to the other. I guess ignoring calls on the cellphone and not going out today wasn't the best idea.

I feel a darkened aura as I sit in the kitchen looking for something to eat. This guy has an amazing apartment, no wonder Kyoko never invited me here. They definitely put their money together to afford something that is three times bigger than my own. I don't know why I feel a chill in the air but the door beeps telling me it's unlocked and Kyoko comes into the apartment angrily.

Did that guy upset her or something? She didn't seem upset this morning, she was worried about me and telling me to go to the doctor. Maybe she's menstruating or something? Is it better not to ask about how psychotic she can get? I rise and go over to her and see her glare at me. Yeah. Something is going on between her and Hizuri.

"What did you do?" she asks me as if about to flip out completely. This guy is a monster. To get Kyoko this angry, he must only be pretending to be a gentleman. I've heard stories about his past. I actually had given him the benefit of the doubt, a lousy decision if any.

"I'm not sure," I tell her with a weak laugh as I push his hand through his hair. He definitely needs a more fragrant shampoo if he's going to attract women. "I didn't feel like going to work today."

"It's a good thing that you didn't. Despite all those commercials, you still suck as an actor," she tells me and I blink in shock. Is that how she and her husband talk behind closed doors. "Kuon is always going to be the better actor," she fumes. "I managed to tell Yashiro and Lory that Kuon was ill and needed some time off. It was difficult for them but Kuon has an amazing reputation in Japan. People are fortunately willing to change schedules for him. When was the last time someone actually paid you some real attention? Is that why you're in his body!?"

My eyes widen and I look at her in shock. How was she able to figure that out with just coffee, is that guy so strict about what he puts into his body that just three spoons of sugar and some cream allow her to become psychic or some crap like that!?

"How did…you…" I start slowly and she glares at me.

"How do you think?" she fumes before grabbing a bag from a men's clothing store. "There, three days worth of clothes that are Kuon's size. You are not to touch anything else that belongs to him. You are not going to cause physical damage to his body. You are not going to share either a bedroom or a bathroom with me. If you don't like it, then tough Shotaro."

I blink, how did she manage to get all of this just from a cup of coffee, the girl is insane. "You were able to tell this from the coffee? What did you do…read the remaining coffee grounds like tea leaves?" I ask her but she appears even angrier.

"Kuon came to me in your body," she tells me as she looks at me as if I'm an idiot. "He told me what is going on. He's willing to pretend to be you and try to preserve your reputation and if you are any kind of a good person or if you ever did want to be my friend, you'll give him the same respect."

"And if I want to damage his career?" I ask with a raise of my eyebrow and Kyoko glares at me again but starts to laugh bitterly.

"Don't forget that he's in your body and if you do anything to hurt him then you'll have both him and I against you. I know you think you're a tough guy but people don't cross the Hizuris without it coming back to haunt them." She takes out her phone and shows it to me, "You do anything and I'll call him and tell him to do things in your career where you won't be able to return no matter how much you want to."

"I told that guy that you weren't supposed to know," I tell her. Maybe she'll understand that that would have made her life easier, she sometimes acts rash and stupid if she doesn't know what's going on. She would have been happier just believing that I was her husband until I was able to convince her of the truth. Her glare deepens.

"So you would have kept sleeping with me, kept taking advantage of me, tried to pretend that somebody actually loved you. Kuon cares about me and he protects me even if he's not here with me. I also protect him and I am determined not to let him down."

I stare at her, not knowing what to say and so I grab the clothes and go to the guest room.

It would have been much easier had she not discovered any of this.

…..

…..

I am having a hard time figuring out what to do about this. I managed to – at last minute mind you – meet with Fuwa's manager and talk about some show that he's appearing in and the funny thing is that I don't even know if I can sing. I mean, I feel that because I was silent and nodded and made comments int the right place that they didn't think I wasn't Fuwa but I'm relying on my acting skills for that.

I don't know what to do or even what messes I'll have to clean up in my own body when I return.

I also have to think of the worst case scenario in that I'll have to be Sho Fuwa for the rest of my life. I'll suddenly become used to looking in the mirror at this body, I'll suddenly start getting used to this voice, I might even think it too hard to carry the name Kuon Hizuri and just give my life over and become Shotaro Fuwa.

This is total crap. I do not deserve this.

I don't know if I should speak to anyone. If I go into the LME building it'll be as if I'm issuing a showdown between myself and Fuwa and it won't end pretty. Everyone there is a huge Kuon fan, I know that they are huge Kuon fans because I made it that way. I was nice to people. I was professional. I was charismatic and I didn't treat people like crap. I don't even know how to get in touch with Yashiro or Boss without…well Boss maybe the Russian thing would work on him if I said some love phrases or something.

I freeze.

My parents. I want this nightmare, this horror show to end before my parents have a chance to find out what's going on. I can imagine Fuwa saying something to intentionally hurt the parents that I don't deserve anyway. They put themselves through emotional pain so that I could try to build a good life for myself. I want to live up to who they want me to be. I want to continue my good relationship with them and it's not as if I could kiss my dad and things would be okay.

I sigh as I grab the phone and take slow breaths. I have to try to stay calm. Kyoko probably just got back home and I did tell her that I'd contact her. I have the user ID unhidden and I call.

"Hizuri Kyoko speaking," I hear. I hear those words before even a second dial tone.

"Hey," I sigh, "How are you? I told you that I'd call. I know that I can't be with you," I try to tell her, "but I'm always with you. How was your day, princess?" I inquire. It's strange how I can hear the echo of this voice. I am really begging with the universe here that she doesn't continue to associate me with this voice. It won't happen right that she'll stay with him just because of the body.

I really do love her with everything within my heart…my hypothetical heart at least.

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…

As I pass by Kyoko's room in search for something to drink, I hear her giggling on the phone and get a flashback of our childhood. I sometimes feel that it would have been me had I treated her with respect and affection that I felt too much above. I only realized my feelings for her when it was too late and all she could see was Tsuruga.

"I can't believe that I won't see you tonight. The only times I don't see you are when you're on location or I'm on location or when we're really busy but I hate the fact that we're both in Tokyo and you're not here."

When did she become this pathetic of a woman? Yes, she has the hottest career of an actress her age and she is considered both the most talented and beautiful woman in all of Japan but she has fallen into that trap of love. She should wake up and realize that, although he attempts to hide it, Hizuri is as human as the rest of us.

"Don't even joke about that," she says in response to whatever dumb thing he said, "That is not your body, well yes, it physically and technically is your body but it's not you. Even though you sound like him, those words I'm trying to picture you telling me them."

She sighs and I glance at her, she looks so blissful that it's annoying. How could she let some guy slurp up her soul. She should be alone. It would be best for her if she were alone.

"Maybe he won't call. I love you too, promise to call me in the morning. I'm not going to hang up if you don't promise me that," she says and I feel sick as I hear that "L" word come out of her mouth. At one time, I was the only person she would use that word for. She finishes the call and I hear my phone buzzing, or rather his phone and she hears it too. I grab it seeing that it's a video call from 'Dad'. Heh, my parents cut me off when I became a celebrity, his should as well.

"Hi," I say smugly as I take the call and see an older blond looking back at me. This guy still gets the media in his face every time he returns to Japan. "What's up?"

"Not much," the man chuckles, "You look healthy. Your mother is doi-"

"Blah blah blah," I tell him and he looks at me startled. "You're a complete bore. I only answered the phone to tell you to shut up and leave me alone. You completely destroyed my life," I stretch out and see Kyoko there trying to snatch the phone. She looks panicked.

"Kuon, I don't understand. Did something happen? If something did happen then you can talk to me about it. Is everything okay with your work? Is Kyoko okay?"

"Kyoko and I are getting a divorce," I lie to him and the man seems flustered. "I guess that's your fault too, you never showed me love as a child. I'd have been better off with a different father."

I feel something like a rush of dark energy and it's as if something is around my throat. Kyoko slaps me before taking back the phone, the man looks completely taken aback as she hits me and the last thing I see is him trying to sort his feelings out between anger and sadness.

"Father, I am so sorry," she says as she holds the phone as if it's what she needs to save her life. "Please, don't take a word of that to heart. I need to explain this to you," Kyoko glares at me before storming off to her bedroom and locking the door closed.

…..

…..

I can't bear to see Kuu looking so upset. I know that he's always thought about that question about whether he contributed to Kuon's sadness. It's not fair that he has to feel this way just because Shotaro is manipulating all of us. Hopefully Father believes me before he gets too depressed. Kuon and I try to do everything in our power to keep him and Julie happy. That's why Kuu calls weekly to have a video conversation with Kuon for about an hour and a half. I don't want to see Father getting hurt.

"Father," I whisper as I sit down on the bed. "This is going to be hard to explain."

"Is he okay? Did he have a concussion or head trauma?" Father asks, his own pain is dwarfed by his concern for his son. I know that Father would react the same way if I was in that position. I also know that under normal circumstances, he would side with Kuon over me due to his fatherly instincts. He's Kuon's father first and mine second and that's the way it should be.

"Father, I know that you don't believe in magic. You and Kuon have always used logic to solve any problems that you've each had but Kuon and this guy, Sho Fuwa, switched bodies. You remember that Sho is Kuon's rival?" I ask and Father nods slowly trying to understand this. "Would I ever hit Kuon?"

"Only for his own good," Father tells me and I smile. I have to agree with that, if slapping sense into Kuon was the only way to approach the situation then I would do it. I look down sadly.

"I promise you that that is not Kuon. Kuon would never speak to you that way and I would have called you immediately once the doctor had given me information if he got sick or injured. I can give you the phone number that Kuon is using if you want to speak with him. He spoke to me in Russian today and told me things private between myself and him, I know it's weird Father but it's not him in that body."

Father nods, "I'd appreciate that number. The body that he's in," I see Father looking nervous, he's turned a little pale, "It's not injured or dying or something like that? He's okay, isn't he?"

"He's okay, Father," I assure Kuu and see the relief and also confusion on his face. "I assure you, he's in the body of an asshole but other than that, he's okay."

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…

I should probably take a shower or something because it doesn't feel as if I'm getting home tonight or at least to my home. I can't believe that Kyoko's with that jerk but now that she knows the truth, he can't get to her in the way he might have been planning. I just feel lonely but I have to figure out how to work this body. Doing something reckless might be fun but I don't think that it would make Kyoko happy so I might as well pretend to be Fuwa until I find the cure.

My dad usually calls me on this night of the week. He's been doing it since I told the Japanese public that I am his son. It makes both of us feel better and helps us stay connected and updated. I hope that he's too busy to call tonight. If he gets through to someone who sounds like me but is unpredictable, he could get hurt and the last thing I want to do is hurt my father.

I hear the phone but it's a withheld number and I don't know if it's one of the girls that have already called, that Fuwa has hooked up with in the past. I hesitantly take it and answer as I cringe, "Fuwa Sho speaking."

The words that I hear are in a very familiar voice despite them being in Russian and I am hopeful that Kyoko managed to explain the situation to him. I don't know why else Kuu HIzuri would be calling Sho Fuwa.

"Zdravstvuyte, ya nadeyus', chto eto ty, Kuon. (Hello, I hope it is you, Kuon)." I take a quick inhale in relief. "Yesli eto ty, to skazhi chto-nibud', chto dokzayvayet, chto eto ty. Ya nadeyus', chto chelovek, s kotorym ya govoril ran'she, byl ne ty. (If it is you, then say something that proves it is you. I hope that the person I spoke to before was not you)"

"On skazai tebe chto-nibud' obidnoye, pap? (did he say something offensive to you, dad?)" I ask before thinking about the most important thing, saying something that would help prove to my dad that this is real. It's maybe a stupid memory but it's something that we've privately joked about in the past.

"Kogda ya byl molodym, my otpravilis' v Yaponiyu. Ya nikogda ne izuchal sistemu pis'ma I poetomu khotel poyti v Makdonald's. Mne bylo legche chitat' menyu. Vy otveli menya v MOZ Burger I skazali chot tak luchse. Ya skazal vam, chto Makdonal'ds byl luchshe."

(When I was young, we went to Japan. I never studied the writing system and therefore I wanted to go to McDonalds. It was easier for me to read the menu. You took me to MOZ Burger and said it was better. I told you that McDonalds was better.)

Dad laughs in relief, "I'm really glad that you still know your Russian," he tells me, "and I'm equally glad that it wasn't you that I spoke to before. That would have been a shock." I pause, Dad is speaking in Japanese and so I guess that means he trusts me. It should be okay for me to speak in Japanese as well.

"I don't think Mom would let me forget it," I reply hating that I have to speak to my father using this voice, "or she wouldn't forgive me if I did."

"I'm the same way, some mornings she will only speak to me in Russian to test whether I'm losing it," Dad tells me with a soft laugh, he doesn't seem phased by the way that I sound right now. I wonder why that is. I feel disgusted hearing the echo of that voice. "I test her on her Japanese all the time but she says that since you and Kyoko live in Japan, she's of course going to make sure to speak it beyond fluency so that she can visit you two more. How is it working with the two of you?"

"We'll figure it out. Hopefully tomorrow I'll wake up and I'll be in my own body," I tell him and Dad takes a weak breath in. "If that doesn't work, we'll meet as friends but if it continues on for too long, I trust that she'll choose me."

"Kuon," Dad says, his voice holding some anxiety to it, "May I see you? I know you're not in your own body but I want to see you."

I hesitate but Dad rarely asks me for anything. He always respects me, always makes sure that I'm taken care of. Dad would give me anything. If I were in trouble and he could save either me or himself, I know that he'd choose me. I have to give him this.

"Okay," I whisper, "I'll be right back." I end the call and then choose to do a video call with him. I know his phone number by heart. As he answers he hums as he looks at me. I feel bad that I have to speak to him like this. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

End of Chapter Two

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Brennakai, H-Nala, Jellyfishhh, Kaname671, misherukuro

AN: I think I'm going to try to make my chapters longer this year. Thank you for all of the support. More details about the switch will appear.