A/N: Dedicated to my dear Kybok. This little ficlet was inspired by a random fanart she did for me of Yuan and Kratos in each other's clothes. 333 Please do review, as I love constructive criticism/feedback.
Disclaimer: Short and simple. I do not own Tales of Symphonia, or it's respective characters.
Yuan and Kratos sat across from each other, on either side of the campfire, bored. Mithos went on a walk with Martel, leaving the two to keep each other company. Not a word had been spoken in the fifteen minutes since the siblings left. Yuan, his head tilted slightly to the right, commented slowly, "I never quite noticed before... How in the hell do you fight with such tight pants? They must be uncomfortable."
Kratos raised a thin brow and retorted, "And how do you fight with that cape? I keep waiting for you to tangle your weapon in it. And besides, these pants are quite form-fitting, and very comfortable."
Another long silence ensued, Yuan scowling slightly. He liked his cape, thank you very much. The blunette raised his forearm, resting his chin in his hand. "What would you say to trying on each other's outfits? We're about the same size, and you must be as curious as I am."
Kratos couldn't help but add, "Bored is more like it. ...Fine, I don't see why not."
Inner Yuan pumped his fists in victory, but Outer Yuan just nodded and stood up. Kratos joined him on the other side of the fire, and the two removed their capes almost in unison. Kratos pulled off his gloves, and set them over his cape-thing, which rested on the log Yuan had recently vacated. Yuan removed his chest and forearm armor, setting it on top of his cape as well, which was next to Kratos' pile.
Kratos removed his belts, and then the shirts came off. Kratos pulled on the tight navy t-shirt, whilst Yuan pulled on the form-fitting purple tank top. Yuan slipped on the mid-bicep length gloves, and Kratos clipped Yuan's armor on, which just barely fit him.
Shortly after, boots were removed, and pants were slipped off, going to the opposite man. Yuan awkwardly climbed into Kratos' purple hot pants, while Kratos picked at the baggy crème pants he now wore. Yuan put the belts on, and then they finished the look with capes.
After testing out their outfits by walking around some, they met back by the fire and took a look at each other. Kratos smirked knowingly and asked, "So? How uncomfortable are my pants?"
Yuan smirked back and flipped a wrist in the air. "They'd probably be more comfortable if I had some boxer briefs like you. But I can see how you wear these and fight."
Kratos nodded. "And I can see how you can fight in this cape. It's a lot more maneuverable than it seems... Wait a minute, how do you know I wear boxer briefs? Were you looking?!?"
Yuan made a very quick escape, passing up Mithos and Martel, who were almost back to the campsite. The looks on their faces were priceless.