Yuugioh does not belong to me.
Come on, don't make me turn emo on all of you. Review. . . you know you want to . . . okay, maybe not.
Katsuya awaken, and he's warm. He must have slept the night at Seto's, he assumes. He rolls over to smother said Seto's neck with kisses, but his arms wrap around empty air.
Damnation, why the fuck does Seto wake up so damned early! Katsuya groggily lifts himself out of bed, and looks around for his clothes. He usually finds them splayed across the room randomly, but this morning he can't find a single article of clothing.
The door opens and Mokuba-kun steps in, a shocked expression on his face. "You're not up, yet?"
Katsuya responds in a husky voice, "What'ya mean? I'm up!"
"Yeah, but you're usually leaving for school by now." Then he gets an impish grin on his face, as he continues. "Not counting those frequent occasions where Katsuya-kun tires you out with kinky sex on school nights!"
W-w-what! Since when did Mokuba start talking like this? Seto and him don't have kinky sex—that often.
Wait . . . Katsuya-kun. That's him.
Then he looks down, and realizes that the floor is father away than it had been last night. Last night . . . when he'd walked home. From Seto's house. Also, his toes are unusually long and pale. Katsuya wriggles them experimentally, and finds they even move strangelyWhat's going on?
"Hold on, Mokuba-kun!" Then he rushes into the bathroom. Before he closes the door though, he yells back at Mokuba, "We don't havekinky sex!" Then he slams the door shut.
But not before he hears Mokuba's exasperated response. "Not this argument again. I have ears, you know." Again! He's never talked to Mokuba about sex, much less kinky sex, and much less the kinky sex he could have with his brother!
Then he flicks on the light.
And starts screaming his ass off.
Seto stares at himself in the mirror. Except it's not him. The face staring out at him from the mirror has long blonde hair, most of it hanging in his face, and large golden eyes that are especially familiar to Seto. The face is Katsuya's.
It looks odd, though, this face. The expression on it is uncommonly cold and serious, which are too things one never associates with Katsuya Jounouchi. It's Seto's expression. Thank god.
Wait . . . could this be another ingenious plot to steal his company? Bump his soul into Katsuya's body, take over his and steal KaibaCorp? Damn it. Why do the geniuses always go after him?
Seto rushes out the bathroom and his halfway to the door when a voice calls out to him. "You're up early this morning, Katsuya." Oh crap. This must be Katsuya's father. He remembers the one and only time he'd met him. It had ended in disaster, of course. His father had taken an instant dislike to the confident and intimidating teenager. How would he respond if this attitude were to come from his own offspring? Seto takes a deep breath and prepares himself for some major acting.
"Good morning, father." Seto walks back, trying his luck at a loose swagger. He's certainly watched Katsuya enough to know how he walks. How hard can it be?
He earns himself an odd look from Katsuya's father. "Is something wrong with your leg?" Seto feels himself redden, and gets irritated at immediately. Damn Katsuya. His body responds harshly to embarrassment. He shakes his head, and feels the thick blonde curls brush against his forehead as he does so. Oh, this is going to take quite a bit of getting used to.
"Well, what's with the early-bird attitude all of a sudden?" The elder Jounouchi places a plate of eggs on the table, and Seto doesn't see another choice but to shove the food in his mouth as quickly as possible and leave. So he sits down, and picks up his utensils quickly.
"No reason," Seto mutters. He hates small talk.
Unfortunately for him, Katsuya's father sits down across from him at the table and begins eating as well. "Well, um," The man looks quite awkward, as if he isn't sure how to word his question. Seto finds himself enjoying his stumbling. "How's . . . Kaiba-sama?" The man manages to growl this through clenched teeth, and Seto is pleasantly surprised the man managed as much. Even so, he can't even begin to guess how Katsuya would answer this question. So . . . why not have some fun with this?
"He's delicious, father." Seto keeps his eyes down, and unfortunately misses out on the man's facial expression. After a second he hears the man put down a glass, and begin to cough. Seto looks up, and makes an attempt at a concerned expression. "Are you okay?"
Katsuya's father merely glares. "I'm fine, Katsuya." They eat the rest of the meal in silence, which Seto enjoys immensely. He finishes, and brings the dishes into the kitchen as quickly as possible.
"Well, I'll see you later." Seto's almost to the door this time—his hand is just itching to pull it open—when he hears Katsuya's father call out.
"Wait!" Seto rolls his eyes towards the ceiling and growls lowly so that he doesn't hear him. Then he turns around and sticks an interested look on his face.
"What?" Seto doesn't manage to wring all the bitterness out of his words, but plows on, just wanting to get out now.
"Your bag." Seto wants to hit his head with his hand for his stupidity. Of course. He's Katsuya, he reminds himself. Katsuya takes a bag to school. He catches sight of the blue bag against the wall, next to the TV, and lunges for it, trying to get it and run before he's interrupted, again.
He makes it to the door, and is standing outside without any problems. He lets out a breathe of relief. Good. Now he can . . .what can he do? For the first time since he'd realized he wasn't in his body, he realizes the depth of what has happened. He can do all the things he's dreamed of doing for years, but never could. He's Katsuya, the boy who's hasn't got a routine and lives life by the second.
He walks down the street. First things first . . . some horribly sweet food. A lollipop? Hmmm . . . when was the last time the great Kaiba Seto had eaten a lollipop? He waltz into a candy shops and simply admires the treats for several seconds. Goood . . . Then he reaches into his pocket and . . .
Shit! He's Katsuya! And Katsuya never has money. Damn, shit, damn. And he was really looking forward to that lollipop, too. He slouches out of the store, disappointed. Fine, he decides. I can . . .erm . . .
How is it that the one day he actually has some time to do anything, he can't think of anything to do? Hmm, there has to be something free he can do. He walks down the near-empty streets as he ponders. He wonders briefly if the kidnappers have used his body to take over the company yet.
Ah, ha. There's something to do! No doubt Mokuba wouldn't mind hanging out with his brother a bit. Even if it is about six in the morning. Well, he can always skip school just for today . . . he won't be missing much of extreme importance. Or at least nothing he hasn't learnt about five years ago.
So he walks all the way to his mansion, surprised—and rather glad—that Katsuya's body is in good shape. It was a rather long walk. He knocks on the door loudly, demandingly, and is annoyed that he has to wait several minutes for someone to answer. And than a thought—that he feels should have come to him before—appears in his brain, as mice tend to do in the kitchen when you leave cheese out for a long time.
Mokuba's been kidnapped! He gets ready to push the door open when some saves him the trouble. It's Mokuba. "Yes!" Seto pumps his fist into the air, another thing he would have never allowed himself to do in his own body. "You're not kidnapped!"
Mokuba sighs and holds his head. "Yes, yes, onii-sama. Didn't we go through this yesterday!"
Katsuya is sitting on the edge of the bathtub, scared to look in the mirror. How did this happen? Is this one of Seto's subtle tricks to try and teach him some sort of lesson? Can technology even go as far as to do such a thing as this! "Onii-sama? Is everything all right in there? Are you constipated or something? Or did you get a hard-on just thinking about kinky sex?"
Katsuya screams. No more, no more! "Mokuba-kun stop talking about kinky sex! You're too young. You've absolute ruined my image of you. You were Seto-chan's cute, innocent, computer-smart little brother, kind of like a Yuugi-kun for Seto-chan, but know you are his perverted brother who can hear us through the wall!"
"You were a little off yesterday, but . . . you're Kaiba Seto, onii-sama." He sounds confused, but Katsuya isn't very concerned with him.
"No! I'm Jounouchi Katsuya and somehow I'm stuck in this devilishly handsome body!"
"Devilishly handsome? I wouldn't say—wait, what?! Are you saying you're not Seto-nii!"
"No shit, you pervert!"
"Stop calling me a prevent! You're the ones who have loud sex all the time! I'm starting to think you are my onii-sama!" Katsuya is getting awfully tired of this argument, and opens the door to the bathroom—while carefully avoiding looking at the mirror—and brushes past Mokuba.
Somewhere below, someone knocks on the door.
Neither of them moves for a little while, as if each expects the other to rush forward to answer it. Mokuba growls as he realizes that Katsuya isn't planning on getting the door. Katsuya sits down on the edge of the bed and holds his head. How can this be happening? The hair under his fingers is soft, and it feels strange, even though he's put his hands through it more times than he can count.
Touching his face gingerly, he feels all over his face desperately, trying to somehow prove to himself that there's something of Katsuya there.
There isn't. The fingers are smooth and thin, so different from his own, which are thick and full of small injuries. His face is narrow and silky, and there doesn't seem to be any stubble at all on his chin. This isn't his face, but he's in there. This body doesn't even move smoothly to his demands. He wants to walk freely, but the body's too stiff and tense to move the way he's used to.
Also . . . if his soul is in Seto's body . . . Seto's soul must be in his body! The thought of Seto invading his most private possession—his body—sends chills down his spine. And not the good sort. It's as if by just being in his body, Seto will, with his uncanny eye for detail, know some secret of Katsuya's.
And worse, it seems he has school today. Goddamn it, he doesn't need this today!
"Katsuya?" Looking up, he sees—shit—himself! His own messy brown hair, golden eyes with a sharper glint to them. But yet . . . once he begins staring at him a bit he realizes that there are differences. The expression on his face is so stiff, so serious. It can only be cold, stoic Seto in that body.
"Yeah." Katsuya stands up and finds himself looking down at himself. He reaches out with a long, pale finger—they usually feel cold when they're touching him, but they don't feel very cold now that they're his—and pokes his body. Seto-in-his-body squeaks and he looks up at Katsuya with a look of surprise.
"You're ticklish!" Seto cries angrily as Katsuya throws his head back and laughs, although afterwards his throat feels sore. This body is probably unused to laughter. Then he pokes Seto-in-his-body again, and a smile slips onto the stony face momentarily, just to disappear and be replaced by an annoyed frown.
"Stop that!" Poke. "Eh-hee, stop!" Poke. "Oh! Katsuy-" Poke. "Hee, hee, you fuck-" Poke. Slap.
"Owww . . . " Katsuya murmurs, holding his cheek with one hand, and through his fingers he shoots Seto-in-his-body puppy-dog eyes. Seto-in-his-body chuckles, and replies in an amused voice, "You know, that puppy dog look doesn't work on my face. Makes you look like an idiot. And for the sake of my reputation, I ask you to not use it." Poke.
"Hee. Katsuya!" Seto-in-his-body suddenly begins growling playfully, and Katsuya finds himself pinned against his own body and the bed. "I wonder how this body would respond to being on the top for once," he whispers huskily into Katsuya's ear.
"I knew it! I leave the room for a second and you guys start at it! Can I move out!" Seto-in-his-body jumps up guiltily. His face quickly reddens, and Katsuya suppresses a giggle. He's never seen Seto blush, so at least he has gotten his revenge for all those time Seto has made his cheeks flush.
"We weren't having sex!"
"You were about to!" Then Mokuba stops and just stares at Seto-in-his-body blankly. "Seto-nii . . . you're blushing." Then he covers his mouth and not very subtly stifles a snigger. Katsuya sends him a knowing look.
"Kidnappers never come at opportune times!" Seto yells as he rushes out of the room, nearly tripping over Katsuya's slightly oversized feet in the process. "Damn you Katsuya, and your damn feet!"
"Sorry!"
Seto and Katsuya both rush into class, making an attempt to ignore the looks that their fellow classmates are giving them. Ryou catches Seto's eye—obviously thinking it's Katsuya—and grins impishly. What is that about?
"You, Kaiba, I can see actually having a reason to come in late for class, but Jounouchi, here, on the other hand . . . " The teacher give Seto an evil look, which Seto finds extremely insulting to his pride. No teacher has ever dared give him an evil look, even when he was as young as ten years old. Even then he knew more than the teacher, and she (sometimes he) would pray that if they kept out of his way maybe he wouldn't show them up.
"Who says I don't have a perfectly viable reason for being here late?" Viable, the class practically whispers in unison. Since when did Katsuya of all people begin talking like this?
"Are you saying you do have one?" The teacher challenges, raising a hand to her hand, and an eyebrow higher on her forehead.
"Yes, of course." He stops, and the teacher obviously expects him to continue. Seto grins inwardly, waiting to see just how long he can make her boil before she explodes—or implodes, whichever comes first.
"Well?"
"Yes?"
"What's your perfect viable reason!" Seto sighs, as if such an answer is simple that he is ashamed that he should even have to say it aloud.
"I nearly got eaten by a bear." The whole class is completely silent. In fact if you had been there, and you had whispered something in your lowest voice to your teddy bear, the whole class would have heard you perfect and would have laughed you out of the classroom while you flea in tears.
"You what!" The teacher asks incredulously, as if she's giving Seto another chance to think up a better excuse. He denies the offer and simply repeats himself. The teacher pauses, and then says in a low voice that everyone hears anyway, "Are you stupid?"
"What does my intelligence have to do with nearly getting mauled by a bear?"
"You did not nearly get mauled by a bear!"
"Really?" Seto asks, raising an eyebrow and giving the teacher the best glare he can give in this horrible, anti-glare body. "Prove I wasn't nearly eaten by a bear. Well, can you?"
Seto gently lifts up a bit of his shirt—and several girl gasp in anticipation—to expose a large red area on his skin. "Is this proof enough?" Then, as if annoyed that the teacher would even dare doubt him, his pushes up his sleeves as well. There are scratches up and down his arm and a few girls gasp.
What the hell happened to Katsuya, is the general feeling in the room. It's not like anyone believes the whole bear thing. Who the hell ever saw a bear in Japan!
"A bear?" the teacher asks, puzzled, and it seems that she's definitely wavering. Meanwhile, Seto glances back at Katsuya, who is staring at him wide-eyed and with his mouth open in surprise. Seto glares back at him, trying to make him take that stupid expression off his face.
"Yes, a bear!" Seto says, his voice angry now and this joke no longer funny. He pushes past the teacher towards his seat without another word. As he plops himself down on the seat and realizes Katsuya is still up there, looking awkward and slightly nervous. In his body!
"Um . . ." Why is Katsuya staring at the class with that fish look? Oh, god, there will be nothing left of Seto's reputation if he doesn't do something, and now. So he jumps up—again—and rushes to the front of the room, pulling Katsuya-in-his-body out of the door with him.
"I think the bear gave him rabies, hold on!" Seto says the teacher as he passes her. She no doubt has another suspicious look on her face, but like all other teachers, she lets any event that includes Kaiba Seto just pass on by.
"What's wrong with you, Katsuya?" Seto whispers furiously in the hall.
"Besides the fact I'm stuck in your body! I have to act cold and mean and uninterested all day! How is it you expect me to do that, exactly?" Katsuya's arms are flailing around as if by confusing him, Katsuya will make Seto understand. Instead a look of amusement crosses Seto's face, and he lets out a chuckle.
Seto presses his lips softly to Katsuya's (although it's the other way around . . . kind of), but it's short-lived and leaves Katsuya pouting for more. "If you think you've got it rough, think about the predicament I'm in," he says softly, ignoring the pout on Katsuya's face (which is actually his own . . . ahhhh!). A look of horror comes onto his own face (which is Katsuya's) as he continues. "I have to pretend I like those friends of yours. I have to pretend I care about Anzu's idiotic lectures and revel in Yuugi's innocence and find Honda's stupidity endearing."
"They're not that bad," Katsuya snaps, annoyed that Seto is beginning with this crap again.
"Not if you're you." Seto smiles runs his own unfamiliar fingers down Katsuya's cheek, surprised at how lightly they could move. "You're much too nice to admit they annoy the crap out of you . . . "
"Nice? I bullied Yuugi a couple years ago and I used to make it a habit to think up ingenuous ways to see up Anzu's skirt. Maybe in your eyes that's nice, but not in the general public's."
"Okay, so you put up with them out of guilt?"
"No! I put up with them because I like them. You might find that thought a little odd, but people tend to like other people." Katsuya's insulting Seto's ability to instantly dislike people on sight . . . again. It's time to bring this conversation to a close, Seto decides.
"Fine, fine. We just have to act like the other for a day. Not too hard, do you think. And despite your utter lack of faith in me, I can be nice, if I wish to be so. And if I can be friendly Jounouchi Katsuya for a day, you can be stoic—"
"—you mean stick-in-the-ass—"
"—Kaiba Seto."
Katsuya-in-his-body sighs in resignation. Then he looks down at Seto and Seto finds himself staring in amazement, once again, at the way his face has changed now that a kinder, friendlier, happier soul is in his body. It scares him as he realizes he must not be kind, or friendly (well, he knew that), or happy. He'd never really thought about it before, as happiness had seemed to be a bonus, not a necessity, in life.
"Just for a day, then."