A crazy concoction of mine that I thought up while on a bus. Yeah, strange things happen when I'm all by myself but surrounded by people. Read, and certainly enjoy. You all will, I know.

A little bit of a note: This takes place a few months after the end of the series, and the Blade Children have essentially split up to be harder to find. Just to clear up what may be some confusion.

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Kosuke moaned happily and rolled over into his pillow. He didn't want to leave the blushing comfort of his bed, so he didn't. He reveled in the fact that that was the best night's sleep he had ever had, and that was about all that went through his mind in the way of conscious thought. He was perfectly content to stay like that forever, with the room quiet and dark, the bed soft and warm.

Besides, he didn't have to be anywhere that day.

The sharp tone of a cell phone ring pierced his semi-slumber, and jabbed him until he was fully awake. He sat up and looked around blearily, in slight confusion. This confusion only grew as he came to realize that he wasn't where he was when he fell asleep.

The violet blinds were drawn shut to keep the room dark, and the room was quite large, with white decorative tile laid over the floor and a large rug under the bed and the surrounding area. The ceiling was high and arched, and the bed was a king-sized four-poster with pale blue curtains accented with mauve embroidered trim and bedding in much the same style. There was one bookshelf with a few books in it, and a dresser, and a chest at the foot of the bed.

Oddly, he was in Eyes' bedroom. The strangest kind of panic welled up in him, and with a flurry of motion, he threw off the blanket and searched the sheets beside him. Panic eased, and Kosuke questioned why any part of him had thought that Eyes would be lying next to him. A part of Kosuke would have probably choked and died, having been killed by some other part of him, if Eyes had been there, but certainly not for any... kinky reasons. He was wearing pajamas, though not his own, but there was little he remembered about the night before. He had just turned eighteen and had decided to celebrate, but there was absolutely no situation whatsoever that he could think of that would have prompted Eyes to let Kosuke in his bed. Nothing.

So... how did he get there? And in different pajamas? They certainly weren't the ones he had worn to bed ten thousand miles away in an English motel room, that he knew for sure. He didn't even own satin pajamas of royal blue. They were loose around him, and made him feel small. With a huff he blew his un-spiked hair out of his eyes and stood. The phone was still ringing in the calm darkness of the room. Or ringing again. Kosuke had been too tied up in his thoughts to have noticed if it had ever stopped.

Anyway, it wasn't even his phone, it was Eyes' on the bed stand in it's charger, so he ignored it and went to the window to open the blinds and curtains. Odd... he felt he had to reach just a little higher to get a good hold on the rod that would draw them back. He squinted as the mid-morning sun flowed through the now-opened blinds. Once he grew accustomed to the sudden brightness, his hair was in his eyes again. He drew a breath to huff it away again, but stopped.

The hair over his eyes was snowy-white. Now growing quite concerned, he strode hastily to the bathroom and looked into the mirror-

-and almost fainted at the sight that met his eyes. White hair, azure eyes, and the delicate features of a three-quarters Japanese PIANIST! Utter shock and mild horror dawned on him then, and seeing that expression on a face with an identical semblance to the stoic Eyes Rutherford only made it worse.

This was impossible... there was no way this could be happening. He had somehow turned into Eyes... it was some bizarre dream, it had to be. There was absolutely no other explanation.

Well... considering his surroundings, he hadn't so much as turned into Eyes as... switched? Was Eyes in England with the appearance of Kosuke, fresh off into slumber? It was early night there taking into account the time in Japan, and Kosuke went to sleep as himself, and presumably, so did Eyes. So both were asleep during the switch.

But wasn't Kosuke still asleep?

There was no way that this could possibly be real...

No way...

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Eyes awoke in the dark and shifted so that he was sitting. He had a burning headache, and his diaphragm was cramped, and ached as he inhaled. He stood, intent on getting a drink of water and going to the conservatory, and therefore the piano to play it off. Standing also alerted him to the fact that he wasn't wearing the most comfortable pajamas as they chafed his back and legs in places where they had probably been rubbing all night.

The shadow of a frown touched his lips as he saw that he wasn't in his bedroom nor, indeed, in his penthouse flat at all.

His first thought on the situation was that he had been drugged in his sleep to ensure that he didn't wake up as he was kidnapped. That explained the headache, but didn't really account for the change in clothes. He could have sworn that he was wearing his satin two-part when he went to bed, and the clothes he was wearing now he would certainly have burned if he had found them in his room, though he would have away from the eyes of... just about everyone.

He took a closer look at his surroundings. It was a small, untidy room, with the stove and bed in the same room, and a door that likely went to a washroom- a hotel, more than likely. Across from the bed was a curtain-less window, and outside it was still dark, the only light being the stark, unnatural light of streetlamps. Or maybe it was dark again, he had no way of telling if a whole day had passed. He scrutinized the room further, standing by the bed.

No T.V... so it was a cheap room. A bible off on one corner of the dresser, likely came with the room. An empty suitcase under the bed. Various styles of modern clothes were scattered unfolded all over the room. Hair spray. Yellow-tinted sunglasses on the bed stand beside a key-card.

The personal belongings were Kosuke's; unless he was very much mistaken, he recognized them. That meant that Kosuke would be around there, too, somewhere.

A quick test of the key-card proved that it would open the door, and he just left like that, for it seemed that whoever brought him there also brought Kosuke's positions, but none of Eyes' own.

It was a motel, he saw, because the door led directly outside onto a balcony of a two-story building, more rooms to either side, all closed with no one in sight. The traffic density was low, so it had to be quite late. Signs across the street were written in English, and the cars that passed drove on the left side- England, or some other part of the UK more than likely.

As time passed, Eyes believed less and less that it was abduction. Nothing had stopped him from leaving, and there was no one at all around. Of course, he could have been surveyed electronically, but even if that were so, he would not have been allowed to leave the room.

He went back inside. If he wasn't mistaken about Kosuke, he would be by there eventually. The Blade Children were very much capable of taking care of themselves, even though they were still hunted left-right-and-center, and Eyes knew that Kosuke liked going out at night, as most other Blade Children. Night is easier to hide in.

Eyes wandered to the bathroom with a mug he found by the stove to get his drink of water. In the corner of his eye, unmistakably, he saw Kosuke. Turning to look, he realized that this wasn't exactly the case... He was looking into a mirror.

Well. That explained a few things.