By: Lynn Metallium
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them as much as I
would love to. I'm only going to borrow them!
I promise to return then in perfect condition and
maybe a bit happier then when they left? XD
But anyway, please don't sue me! I'm a poor lowly teen
whom has no money at all.
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The group stood there for several minutes staring. The
seconds ticked by as Aya and Yohji stared at each
other.
"You are in my body!" Aya finally stated the
obvious.
".And you're in mine"
"I'm going to kill you-"
Omi and Ken eyed each other quickly. That really
couldn't be too good.
"Now come on you two, it cant be that bad- I
mean, maybe Omi can think of something that can
switch you back-" Ken pointed out rather nervously,
seeing as how Yohji and Aya looked like they were
ready to jump each other and attempt murder. Omi
turned and stared at him wide eyed.
"ME?!" He squeaked in surprise.
"You better think of something and you better
do it fast!" Aya snapped, glaring at the youngest
member of Weiss. Omi shrank back against Ken.
"Hey now, come on-" Yohji protested, grabbing
Aya's arm. "Don't get on poor Omittchi's case, it's
not his fault Aya-"
Aya just gave Yohji a dirty look.
"I don't think I like this- What are we going
to do? We've got shifts to do tomorrow in the flower
shop- we cant let the girls see them like this-"
"I refuse to be cooped up in here with him
like that-" Yohji protested.
"Hmp-" Was the only reply that came from Aya's
lips.
"Freaking hell, I need a cigarette-" Yohji
grumbled.
"Not in my body you don't!" Aya snapped. The
air crackled around the two recently body switched
members of Weiss. If looks could kill, both Aya and
Yohji would be rather dead at the moment, Omi was
sure of it.
"Look, we can't let you be in the shop, if
the girls notice something strange about you two,
they'll ask about it. We don't really have any
plausible explanation as to why Aya is acting like
Yohji, and Yohji is acting like Aya-. And unless you
think you can pass for one another- well then you're
stuck here until we can figure it out-" Omi explained
to them, surprisingly calm about the whole ordeal. Aya
and Yohji simply glared at Omi. Personally, that made
him nervous, as far as Ken was concerned. Good thing
they weren't glaring at him,
"I'm going to my room-" Yohji announced to
the other members around him.
"Demoisn't this your room Aya?" Ken blinked.
"Yes, this is my room-" Aya growled slightly.
Ken felt a sweatdrop coming on. This really was
freaking him out, and he didn't like Aya giving him
that glare. It was less effective, mind you, coming
from Yohji, and if he had been in a different state
of mind, Ken might have found it hilarious, Aya
glaring at him in Yohji's body, but at the moment, it
was just plain scary.
"UmOmi- We should go down stairs and start
dinner?-" Ken squeaked slightly. Omi was already
inching towards the door by the time Ken finished.
"Yeswe'll go start dinner, we'll see you
both down there?"
Both men grunted in unison and simply glared at each
other once again. Omi and Ken glanced at each other
and scampered out the door.
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Yohji sat on his bed and titled his head back. He
frowned when he opened his eyes to see the
non-familiar red hair in his face. Why, of all things
to happen to him, was he stuck in this body? Ok, ok,
so he had always secretly wondered just what Aya
looked like under all those clothes, but somehow, it
just waswrong. He felt like he was invading Aya's
privacy if he did something like that, which was
strange, he never could really remember thinking
about another persons personal space like that before.
Standing, he started pacing. His hand itched to hold a
cigarette. He reached for the pack sitting on his
dresser, right next to his bed, where he could reach
them if he was having a rough night. When he pulled
out, he suddenly dropped the pack, along with the l
one cigarette and stared silently into his mirror
that was perched on his dresser. Aya's face stared
back at him. Yohji sucked in a breath, which promptly
caught hard in his throat. His hand snaked out to
touch the mirror and he traced the outline of Aya's
his own? faceThe glass was cold against his
fingertips. Yohji pressed his whole hand against the
glass, leaving smudges as he let his hand slip down
the glass and fall listlessly at his side. How could
he stand it.Truth be know, Yohji had been infatuated
with Aya for as long as he could remember,That
pompous jack ass who jumped through windows screaming
'shi-ne!' That redhead staring back at him in the
mirrorthat redhead that washim now?.Yohji closed
his eyes and let out a string of curses that would
have made his mother turn over in her grave. The
shattering of glass and a sudden pain shooting
through his hand was all that told him he had just
slammed his fist into the mirror, obviously breaking
it. Opening his eyes, Yohji stared down at his hand.
A sea of crimson met his eyes and Yohji let out a low
moan. Bloodthere was bloodon Aya's handhe had hurt
Aya..
"Baka" Yohji sank to his knees.
Outside it started to rain.
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Aya stared out the window. Storm clouds were coming
and they were coming fast. He could hear the thunder
that kept rattling the windowpanes. Lighting continued
to make the horizon come alive as it flashed across
the sky in crisscross patterns. Silently he looked not
out the window, but at the refection in the window.
Not his face, but that fools, YohjiAya stared,
unaccustomed to the sight of honey colored hair and
green orbs shining back at him. Sure he saw it on
Yohji every day, butit was a bit different to think
of himself looking the same way. Aya stayed that way
for some time, just staring off into space. A splat
from a raindrop broke the silence as it smashed
against the window. Aya ignored it. It was a useless
raindrop. It reminded him of a tearand he hated tears.
They were useless too. Useless, useless, the word rang
in his head, bouncing back and around again. Thunder
rumbled, closer then last time. Suddenly the sound of
shattering glass startled Aya to his feet. His head
snapped up and he looked around the room. Where? Not
here, then where? He headed towards the door and
slipped out into the hallway. Had Ken and Omi heard
it as well? It appeared not, since no one came
barreling up the stairs to ask what that noise was.
Aya padded silently to Yohji's room. Where this body
belongedAya shoved the thought into the back of his
head as he opened the door.
"Yohji-" the difference in the voice coming
out of his mouth made him squirm. He pushed the door
open wider and repeated the normally tall and blonde
playboy's name. "Yohji-"
Aya cut off and stared at the mess on the carpet in
front of him. Somehow it wasn't the glass that caught
his attention first. It was the sight of his own body,
bleeding. It scared himHe never saw himself from this
angle, and it wasdisturbing to say the least. Yohji
looked up at him and stared.
"Aya."
"What the hell happened Kudou?!"
Yohji stared at him blankly.
"What?"
Aya felt an anger building inside him. What? That was
a hell of a thing to say, what, what the hell do you
think Kudou? His mind screamed.
"I'm bleeding.." Aya managed to get out
between clinched teeth. What the hell did he think he
was doing. "That's MY body, who the hell do you think
you are?"
Yohji cringed.
"I-"
"You punched the mirror Kudou?" Aya was still
furious and not looking like he planed on calming
down any time soon. This was really too much for him
to handle. "If you want to pull shit like that
why don't you use your own body!"
Yohji stared at him blankly.
"Bathroom now" Aya demanded.
"Excuse me?" Yohji looked at him like he had
gone insane
"You have to wash the hand, I don't want my
body getting infected.-"
Yohji barely refrained from the hurt sigh that was
dying to get out. He didn't care about him, just his
stupid body being hurt.
StupidYohji hauled himself to his feet. Better do to
what he says then get in another squabble and then
have to look at Omi's hurt baby blues when they
started throwing punches. Silently they trooped to
the bathroom. Aya shut the door and glared down at
him. It was a bit amusing to see the famous
'Frostbite glare of doom' coming from his own body.
Maybe that's why he laughed. Maybe that's why Aya
glared more, just maybe...
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Ken and Omi didn't comment that night on the bandage
on Yohji's hand. They didn't comment either when
nether of the two showed up for their shifts at the
shop. Of course, there was a lot of behind the scene
whispering from the two, but nether said a word along
the same lines when Aya and Yohji were present. Omi
still worked hard, looking for the cure for gish. He
almost fell asleep some nights working hard. Ken
looked out for him, made sure Omi remembered to eat
properly and go to the bathroom and such. Poor kid,
he forgot to do everything when he was sitting in
front of that computer sometimes. There was a mission
tonight. Ken glanced into his mirror and surveyed his
assassin gear. Oh yeah, smooth! Ken beamed to
himself. Ok, so he wasn't as good-looking as Yohji,
but,
"Ken-ken, are you still gawking in the mirror?
You're getting as bad as Yohji!"
Ken flushed at Omi's accusing look and glanced back at
the genki blonde standing in his doorway.
"Lets go-" he replied hastily, the blush
staining on his cheeks. Shesh, how did he always know
what would make him blush
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To Be Continued...