To my readers,
Read a wierd short Lloyd Kratos body switch fic, figured I'd be crazy enough to give it a go as the mere idea earns it's way into my Archive of Silliness. Sometime post game setting I think. Who needs time when it's humor?
Fondly your sleep deprived TOS author,
KasanSoulblade
One shot
Switch-er-oo
Lloyd groaned, feeling distincty odd. that oddness pierced his sleep fogged brain like a sword would... well just about everything he'd ever ran a sword into. It was sharp and it well got to the wierd point real fast so. Ung he was confusing himself. Rubbing his eyes he paused. Wierd his hair normally wasn't in his face like this. He pushed it aside and it annoyingly fell back over half of his face. Yawning he sat up, stretched, and fought with his hair. As his brain shrugged off the effects of his sleep his norally slow to wake mind jolted to full speed in a matter of heart beats.
His hair normally wasnt this red...
Cool his hair turned brown-red overnight!
But his brain was acting funny, wasn't letting it go with the idea something was wrong.
Nothing was wrong, he assuered his strangley over active brain, I woke up in my room and I bet it's just the crummy light Dad's guest roo-
Dad's guest room?
He wasn't in his room, he was sitting up on the small bed reserved for guests. He was in the room he'd bulied Dad into giving to Kratos while he was with them. He was in Kratos room, fighting with hair that was falling into his face in the pre-dawn light. He looked at his hand, purple gloves with yellow stone like things jutting out of them at the knuckle covered buth his hands. A dull grew stone, an exsphere, glaeamed in a complex golden stand on his right hand. He reached out, patted his face, ran a hand through his spikey hair. His face was too long, his hair waaaay too spiky. Horror descended upon him, he made a few squeaking noises, then decided to pinch his arm. It hurt, this was no dream, he was wide awake. His eyes bugged, seemed ready to pop out of his skull, he fell back on the bed with a soft whump that he heard/felt, staring at the ceiling. Wrapping his arms around himself he continued to whimper, and begged the merciful Gods above that he'd wake up.
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Yawning Kratos stretched, startled how rested he felt. Sleep not being needful such sensations of being well rested were alien to his Seraphim nature. He lay on the bed a long time and just enjoyed the feeling of being well rested for a few what felt to be a moments. He put his hands behing his head, laced his fingers together and jolted fully awake. His ex-sphere was on his right hand yet he could feel a stone on his left... His eyes flared open, he stared at a room that was not his. He did not have twin blades resting in thier sheaths crossed together on the opposite wall, he did not have such a comfortable bed. As a matter of fact he should not have been able to feel the bed's comfort...
He stared at his hands, he was wearing red gloves, not his usual purple.
With cringing hands he felt his face, his head, patted his body down. Horror stole across his visage, twisted his... errr Lloyd's face. Slowly, with the over care that those either in the throes of drink or shock show he sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and went to the small mirror and sink in the privy part of the room. He stared at himself, his son's face stared back.
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"Wake up!"
His voice was outside, but he was inside Kratos so how was his voice outside if he was... Ung he was confusing himself, he pulled the pillow over his head. Willed it to go all away.
"Lloyd Aurion, open the door now!" His voice hissed in a not so Lloyd-ish way that sounded distinctly Kratosy. But he was Kratos and that was just his voice outside right. Just another sign he was going nuts. "Damn it Lloyd, if Dirk wakes up how the Hell are we going to explain this! I know how strange it is, how painful my sensations are to a human mind, but you have to get up and open the door Lloyd. For your Dwarven Father's sake if no one else's."
That sounded like Kratos, something Kratos would say, but hearing it from his mouth was just weird. Still he had a point. Lloyd lifted his head out from under the pillow, and the pre-dawn world around him wasn't dark at all. He could hear everything, even Lloyd's/his? breathing on the other side of the door. It did hurt, his brain felt like it was burning because it was seeing and hearing too much. Despite that he staggered to the door, pulled it open and looked at himself. He licked his lips, tried his voice.
"Dad?"
Yep it sounded like Kratos' voice, and he cringed at the sound of it.
"I guess it is me." Lloyd watched as his face twisted in a mix of chagrin and anger. "You are me it seems and I am you, physically anyways."
"Only Kratos would say something that wierd..." Lloyd felt his/Kratos' heart sink. "Oh man this isn't some dream!"
"If only." Kratos murmurred using Lloyd's mouth. "I suggest we see Ms. Sage about this."
"Now?" Lloyd looked around, knowing it was supposed to be dark, but it wasn't dark. This was just wierd, beyond weird.
"It is awful dark isn't it..."
"No duh." Lloyd tried to think on the bright side of things, then suddenly found a few very interesting 'bright' sides. He chuckled and Kratos looked at him funny. "You know what, I don't think we should tell Dad about this."
"I concur."
"Well since your up you better get started." Lloyd smirked at Kratos' confused expression.
"Started?"
"Doing my.. excuse me, your chores Lloyd." Lloyd mock patted his father on the head, a whid grin on his face. "Let me write you up a list of what needs to be done."
"Can't be that long..." Lloyd heard Kratos whisper to himself. "After all the boy's lazier then..."
Ideas of cutting a few tasks from Kratos' list vanished from Lloyd's mind. Humming he decided to tack off three minor tasks and add a major one of cleaining out the gutters.
Just to show how easy it was being a dwarf's son.
xxx
Kratos was tired after cutting the wood, soaked from doing the laundry, and hot from cooking breakfast for three. Dirk was out hunting, would come back to work in the smithy upon return. At that point Kratos would inform Lloyd that they were going to spar and the second they were out of Dirks sight. I'll get my sword back, how in Origin's name does he stand to have a sword on either side, I've tripped on the second hilt five times at least!
Kratos glared up at his son, and Lloyd smirked back at him.
I was never aware I had such a smug smirk before, no wonder Zelos hated it.
"You are going to help me." Kratos hissed.
"Sorry." Lloyd leaned against the tree. "OOC Dad."
"OOC?"
"Out Of Character. You never helped me before and Dad would think something's fishy if I, er you, started now."
Noishe was pooled around Lloyd's feet, the boy in the Seraph's body was giving the dog a good scratching. Noishe had looked at them both strangly, had seen though the illusions and was now demanding the same level of attention as he normally got. So he was now getting a good stratching from the mercenary's hands, all the while aware it was lloyd and not Kratos giving the scratching. So up the ladder Kratos went, dipping his hands in the filthy gutter, pulling out the leaves and scrubing the damn thing all the while Noishe and Lloyd watched with evident enjoyment.
"You mised a spot!" Lloyd called, Kratos pulled out a handful of moss, leaf, and water and threw it down below nailing a perfect head shot. Snarling a few oaths Lloyd stormed off to go get cleaned up. Noishe looked up at him and Kratos sighed.
"I wasn't that bad to him before was I?"
Noishe, master of comfort, nodded his head.
"Gee, thank you Noishe." Kratos growled, went back to his work, a panicked bark made the misplaced Seraph look up. Dirk had come back early it seemed.
"Bark!"
"What in Gnome's name are you doing out of your pen! Lloyd how many times have I told you to not let the animal out!"
Payback just walked up and introduced itself. "Kratos took him out D... Dad. I told him that you didn't want Noishe out but..." Kratos mentally kicked himsef for stutering on calling Dirk father, but then considering how his father had been. He managed a helpless shrug and Drik scowled.
"Has he been bullying you boy, you need to develop some back bone against that man!" Dirk growled. Both of Kratos' eyebrows hopped in surprise, little wonder Lloyd had tried to keep him and Dirk apart if the man was this hostile towards him. Kratos felt a flickure of anger at his son's dwarven father, and managed to keep it off his face by the thinist or measures. The dwarf put his hands on his hips and glared up at 'Lloyd'. He then lanched into a lecture. "Boy he's been putting you through paces so hard I blanch at it. You have to tell him you can't keep doing all my work and his and that he has to learn how to share and that not all tasks are important." Dirk rumbled, saying without words whose 'tasks' should be dropped.
Kratos forced himself to go back to work, if he said anything it would be a series of cutting rejoinders that would get Lloyd in trouble. His son did not deserve that from him.
"I know you can hear me up thier boy, and I swear to Gnome if you don't say something soon I will!"
Kratos gritted his teeth, told himself that drawing his son's wings to cast judgment on this man would not be a good thing.
That didn't stop him from entertaining a few imagest of it though. Eventually Dirk tromped off grumbling up a storm, and Lloyd stepped out from around the other side of the house.
"Ummm.."
"Just how long has this been going on Son?" Kratos asked, looking down at his son and despite the form Lloyd wore Kratos could see the embaressed nervousness in Lloyd's stance. "Nevermind." Kratos whipped his hands off on his son's red button covered tunic. "Let's get going."
"There you are!" Dirk snarled, tromping right behind Kratos, Lloyd hopped, hands going to the hilts of his existant and non-existant blade. "I'll be having a few words with you Mr. Aurion!"
"Ahh... I'm sorry I can't right now... busy!"
Lloyd then made a hurried retreat, all but bolting across the bridge. It wasn't an ellegent retreat, Lloyd had left Kratos high and dry so to speak, but at least Dirk wouldn't figure it out... yet.
"What the Hell's gotten into him, never came cross as the skittish type."
"Probably somethign in the morning's stew." Lloyd said in his best brightest and most innocent tone.
"Huh, well when you're done up there I'll need some help in the smithy."
And you're accusing me of working him too hard! Kratos seethed, but dared not say the words out loud.
"Actually I promised K.." Scratch that with Kratos gone that ruse wouldn't work. "I promised Ms. Sage I'd help her out at the school before school started."
"Only for two hours, I expect you home before noon so we can finish that project."
"Yes slave driver..." Kratos hissed to himself. "Yes Dir... Dad." Kratos said in a voice loud enough to be heard.
Dirk stared up at him, a flickure of worry in his eyes.
"Lloyd, you've never called the Professor as Ms. Sage before... are you feeling alright boy?"
"I'm fine." Kratos called down, resisting the urge to cast Grave or Erruption even on the anoyingly persistant dwarf, then recalling to his chagrin he could not. Never had injesting Aionis not seemed like a bad thing before this moment. Never had he wanted to cast destructive magicks on a person before like this. "Dad."
Finaly Dirk left him alone, he jumped off the roof. The dwarf could put the ladder away on his own if he wanted to so bad. Snarling afew profanities in angelic under his breath Kratos opened Noishe's pen then made his way across the wooden bridge, the freed protozoan padding behind him tail a wag.
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"Hey Lloyd, hey Kratos!" Genis waved at them, setting aside his book at the sight of his old friend and his friend's father.
"Good morning Mr. Sage." Kratos said cooly, with a stiff nod of his head.
"Lloyd... why are you talking like that?"
"Well you see..." Lloyd coughed, sounding strange all hesitant when he used Kratos' voice and expression. "About that..."
Genis gapped as they explained, and as they insisted it was no prank and proved it with some trivia. Rather when Lloyd in Kratos' body failed every question on the Kharlan wars and when Kratos in Lloyd's body failed the art questions did the half elf believe them.
"Oh man, this is great, have you been milking it? Do you need some pointers!" Genis chirped, eyes wide with the potential mishchif possibilities sprawled out before Lloyd.
"So far he's done all my chores." Kratos said with a very unkratos smile on his lips. "And today's Noshy's bath day so..."
Lloyd muttered a few words under his breath that were uncomplimentary.
"Score!" Genis smacked his hand against Kratos' and the swordsman trapped in his father's body laughed richly.
"You are so grounded!" The real Kratos hissed, eyes blazing, as much as Lloy'd body would allow him to hiss or let the eyes blaze.
"How are you gunna ground me?" Lloyd smirked, arms crossed. "As a matter of fact..." Kratos watched in dread as a dangerous light came into his own eyes. It was stranger then words to see his own face move when he wasn't behind it so to say. "I could so ground you!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Kratos snarled, fists clenching.
"Do it!" Genis chanted the words over and over again.
Lloyd cocked his head to the side, a evil look on his face.
"Kratos, because you swore and have challenged my authority you are officially grounded. No sparing for a week."
"What!" Kratos howled.
"And if you fuss it'll be two." Kratos looked down at Lloyd a smug grin on his face.
"The second I get my old form back I swear I'll..."
The door opened and in entered Ms. Raine Sage.
"Sis, sis, you aren't going to believe this!" Genis chirped.
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"Oh my..." Raine laughed as she went over thier tests. She had made them take writen exams and was tallying up thier scores. She only went to the fourth way point of Lloyd's paper before setting it aside. "Oh my Goddess..."
"We were not lying Ms. Sage." The red clad swordsman growled, a broadsword hung about his waist and a shield was strapped to his arm, his feet were resting on the desk. The purple clad swordsman was snoring quietly, his head bowed, he was still standing. Without a thought to it Raine snatched up her erraser and threw it. Kratos' face was covered in a fine white powder.
"Wha- huh... I'm up!" Kratos whined, shielding his face from more attacks.
"Sorry Kratos..." Raine blushed, looking to the Seraphim who was habiting Lloyd's body. "Instinct."
"Oh, get Raine'd and then when you switch bodies then Kratos will be Riane'd too!" Genis suggested, Raine chucked another eraser and it hit the elf between the eyes. He toppled out of his desk and landed with a loud thud on his back. Kratos pointed and laughed, Lloyd rolled his eyes.
"Well." the red clad swordsman sighed. "Can you fix this or not Ms. Sage?"
"I would like to do some tests before I try any antidotes... but... well I don't have the means."
"How about Desian magi-whatchacallit- ology? Forcystus' ranch is still standing isn't it?"
"The Iselian's raided and destroyed everything within the Ranch, Lloyd." Raine said to her red clad pupil, then blushed as she remembered and turned to the purple clad swordsman. "This is confusing..."
"Hey Lloyd." Genis' eyes seemed to gleam as evil thoughts darted around in his mind. "Do you have Kratos' money pouch?"
Raine and the Seraph in Lloyd's body turned pale as Lloyd made Kratos' lips curl.
"You know, I think I do."
"Don't you dare young man!" Kratos roared, Lloyd's voice wasn't made for sounding threatening however and Lloyd just cooly blew him off.
Having Kratos' body he managed to do so with a certain ellegence that made the Seraph grit his teeth.
"He's pushing me too far..." Kratos hissed, his... er Lloyd's teeth were mashed together. And despite being in Lloyd's body he seemed to swell with magestic rage. "The chores I will pardon, bathing Noishe I will forgive, but spending my money recklessly I will not!"
"Yuan." Raine said out of the blue, Kratos turned to her. "The Renegades are still active, Lloyd spars with Yuan from time to time, we could seek aid thier."
Kratos winced at the idea of his fellow Seraph seeing this but what choice did he have?
"He gave me a communication device, unfortunatly Lloyd has it since it was in my pocket, I'll retreive it then tend to matters."
"Getting it will be quite the trick."
Kratos smirked, and despite wearing Lloyd's form there was a certian unpleasent manner he managed to radiate.
"Oh I know just the way, you see Ms. Sage what they don't tell you in those books was that before Mithos was a great hero he was a royal pain in the ass, on top of that I traveled with your brother and a large number of children Chosen over the milenia. I know exactly how to act."
"You know, he might just be teasing you for a good reason. To say something."
"Or he more likely is milking this because he knows I will vivisect him the second I have my old form back!" Kratos snarled.
Raine considered it. "I doubt it, you'll know by how much he gives into Genis. If they have used most of your gald for candy and trinkets, then I would say you were right. If they don't then I'd say I am right."
"Hurmph." Kratos made his trademark noise, it sounded like a cough coming from Lloyd and Raine bit her lower lip to keep from laughing.
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Lloyd folded, he gave in because Kratos suddenly turned around and became a brat. He was worse then a hyper ten year old Genis, more inquisitive then the kid that had drove Raine wild years ago before the regeneration with her childish cries of 'whhhhy!'. As a matter of fact if you could merge Genis with that kid and a few others you had Kratos. Where the heck Kratos had learned to act like that Lloyd had no clue. It was kinda embaressing truth be told.
"Alright alright!" Lloyd gasped, clutching his aching ears. Kratos had been loud, obscenely loud and with his dad's ears being all sensative he'd suffered even more. "Here, take it!" Lloyd handed the black box and the mostly full gald pouch.
"What did you buy?" Kratos was fussing a lot over the money, but then Kratos always fussed over the money. He fussed over a lot of wierd things like money and education, stuff Lloyd just couldn't get.
"Some candy." Lloyd said sheepishly. "And a new whet stone, yours was down to nothing."
"We could of gone to the book store before he caught us if you hadn't gotten that dumb rock!" Genis wailed in protest.
"Hmmm..." Kratos tied the pouch to his side and slid his sword over it. He took the stone, pocketed it, then nodded his thanks. He'd take Raine's words and consider them. Not that Lloyd wasn't in trouble later on but for now he was safe. "Let's g-."
"There you are!" Both swordsman turned to see a huffing and puffing Dirk catch up with them. "You're an hour late Lloyd Irving, and by the looks of you your leaving Iselia. What's wrong with your head boy, you were supposed to come straight home after..!"
"He comes after you when you're late?" Kratos snapped at his son, deciding to stop the chirade at that moment. He was weary of it, weary of dancing around to avoid worrying Dirk. As it seemed so too was Lloyd, for he responded as he normally would not bothering to act Kratos-y as he called it.
"Umm yeah, he does."
Dirk looked from one to the other, a strained expression on his face.
"What's going on here!" Dirk sputtered, as he looked from on to the other more rapidly now. Lloyd would sooner die then use a sword and shield yet that was what he was wearing where Kratos was sporting twin blades. He'd heard his son and his son's biological father banter back and forth about that, both stating the other was ill armed because they weren't using 'proper' weapons. It was an arguement the two would dust off on occasion when they were both suffering from boredom.
"Your turn!" Both swordsman chorused whirling on each other.
"I did Raine." The red clad swordsman growled.
"Well I did Genis and Noishe." The purple clad ex-mercenary snapped.
"The protozoan doesn't count!"
"Does too!"
"I will not sink to this level of inane bable as do you and Genis!"
"In what-a-wha?"
"For the love of Origin, this is why you need more lessons!"
"I don't even have time to breathe much less take more lessons!" The auburn haired man protested to the boy. "Didn't you see that or are you stupid or something!"
"WHAT did you say young man!"
"I said." The mercenary leaned forward, hands on his hips. "Are you so thick after taking half a day of my work, after seeing just how tiring it is, that you're going to give me more work!"
Dirk's mouth sagged open, he looked to Lloyd then to Kratos, then turned to the purple clad man.
"Son?"
"Hey what do ya know, Dad figured it out on his own!"
Dirk's eyes glazed and he toppled forward on the dusty road.
"Uh oh... was that bad?"
Kratos smacked palm against his face and growled softly. "Noishe, fetch Raine..." The red clad swordsman sighed, then went to the dwarf to check the man's pulse. "Well he's not dead, just fainted from the shock of it all."
"Hey I know, since I'm you and your me that means I can use magic right?"
"Maybe..." Kratos' borrowed face scrunched up in thought. "That's a bit of a push, and even if you could cast magic you could only control the more basic spells."
"Like First Aid?"
"Go right ahead, this aught to be interesting."
Kratos sat on the ground and watched as Lloyd said the words to the spell and nothing happened. Lloyd tried ten times and on the eleventh managed to get a few green sparklets to form around his hands. They drifted across the air and settled on a grassy patch of ground that was in no way wounded. When Lloyd began to tug at his form's hair in frusteration Kratos winced, he was going to have a headache from that if they changed back any time this upcoming week.
"Ung it looks so easy!" Lloyd flared.
"Try doing that, and fighting simutaniously and talk about something not being easy." Kratos growled, deciding to lay on the soft grass since he was now able to feel it's softness. He yawned and Lloyd growled, gave his hair another vicious tug.
"I'll try this all year if I have to get it right!"
"M-hmm." Kratos closed his eyes, decided a nap was in order.
He fell asleep Lloyd beggining a different chant.
xxx
"Wake up Lloyd!"
Cold water fell into his face. He sat up sputtering, glared daggers at Genis.
"Oh... opps um hi Kratos?"
Kratos snaked his- Lloyd's hand out and grabbed Genis by the front of his tunic.
"Wake me like that ever again and you'll find out what your worst nightmare is first hand."
"Uh heh... so you aren't a pyromanic?" Genis said weakly.
"A what!"
"Lloyd got your fireball spell to work." Raine snapped, sounding testy. Kratos looked at his body that was kneeling by Dirk and Raine, between the two of them they were pulling the dwarf to his feet. Kratos looked around, three trees were showing proof of the fact Lloyd had gotten one of his spells to work. "He was trying for erruption before I stopped him, I had Noishe fetch Genis to tend to the fires."
"Lloyd!" Kratos snarled.
"Please Dad..." Kratos watched with some concern how Lloyd was rubbing his head. "I just got Raine'd extra hard, thinking hurts."
"That's not new!" Genis chirped.
"Shut it!" Kratos' face made the threat so formidable that the small half elf actually did fall silent.
"He... Kra... Ll... Ee..." Dirk was trying to talk at least, Kratos smiled grimly at the dwarf, crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Since dawn this morning, if you're curious."
"When we woke up, we kept quiet cuz we didn't want to freak you out!" Lloyd's borrowed voice sounded very strange earnest, something that Raine, Dirk, and Genis' expressions seemed to say.
Noishe only wagged his tail, he seemed to find the whole thing outragously funny.
"We are going to consult with Yuan, a fellow Seraph of mine, to make a cure." Kratos frowned, being in Lloyd's body the poor vocabulary seemed to be rubbing off, he decided there and then that if he found himself saying things such as 'cool' he'd commite harri karri for the sake of the tattered remains of his honor.
The only good thing he hoped that would come out of it was some of his more advanced vocabulary would rub off on his son.
xxx
"You what?" Yuan was laughing even as the words exploded from his mouth, they heard a creek from the other side of the transmiter as if someone had fallen heavily into a chair.
"We switched bodies, our spiritual essence was some how preserved, then transfered into the other's body without us being aware of the fact."
"Wha?"
"You switched bodies." Genis explained to Lloyd. "Just tone him out when he makes no sense."
"I already do that."
"It shows." Raine sighed, leaned into her staff.
"I was wonding why Lloyd sounded somewhat intellegent!" Yuan howled, "Oh gods' where do I keep those hankerchiefs, you must have looked like you'd eaten a live toad upon awakening old friend..."
"Will you help us?" Kratos sighed, ignoring the comment about the toad.
"You're of course presuming that you even need it." Yuan snickured. "I should just order you to come here so I can get some pictures of this..."
"Presuming... It seemed logical to go to..."
"You do have the eternal sword, don't you?" Yuan asked with a chuckle in his voice. "I mean he's not so careless as to lose that is he?"
"Hey!" Lloyd yelled, using Kratos' voice.
"He can't, Origin takes the sword back so that he won't."
"Well it's still on hand so to speak. After all you are Origin's seal, and Lloyd is Origin's proof of the pact. Just call out to him and use the sword, it's not like you need me at all."
Crickets chirped for a long moment.
"At least we see where he gets it from, the blantant stupidity I mea-"
Kratos turned off the box, not wanting to hear anymore.
"I never imagined Yuan to be so... talkative." Raine said slowly.
"He drove everyone but Martel insane." Kratos growled, it was a squeaky kitten-growl since Lloyd did not have a deep enough voice to make the sound threatening.
"He didn't you promise to tell us about the Kharlan war Kratos?" Genis asked, a certian glimmer that said 'evil' was written on his face.
"Oh yes, he did didn't he?" Riane's eyes glimmered with a hint of "ruin mode".
"You know, now that he's Lloyd he can't get away as well as Kratos can." Genis said to his sister sugestively.
"Hmmm..." Raine's eyes were now fully alight with "ruin mode". Kratos backed up a few steps, eyes wide in fear.
"Lloyd... if you call Origin right now I will cancel that punishment..."
"Lloyd Irving, don't you dare, it's the opratunity of a life time to gather research!" Raine stalked forward and Kratos was ready to bolt for it.
"I'll finish cleaning the gutters..." Kratos whimpered, taking a few more steps back.
"Deal! Origin, could you come here for a second!"
"NO!" Raine moved to tackle her research subject before Origin materialized, but the summon spirit apeared in front of Kratos a sword pointed at the half elf professor.
Raine wisely backed off, she muttered a few words of defeat and Kratos sighed in relief.
Lloyd looked up at the summon spirit, and much to his worry the four armed being's lips were twitching.
"You called Keeper of the Pact." Origin bowed, his orange-yellow eyes glittering with amusement.
"Um yeah I did, I guess you can see what the problem is and... could you fix us?"
"By putting us back in our proper bodies?"
"Of course, but I have a question... What is by the Askanian calander, the date?"
"Oh that's easy, it's the fourth months afternoon of the fourth day!" Genis chirped, then his mouth sagged open.
All thier mouths sagged open.
"I believe the saying is fourth month, fourth day, fools?" Origin asked innocently.
"You... did... this..." Kratos sputtered, still trapped in Lloyd's body the Iselian swordsman looked so pale that Raine could only harken on the time she'd made a bowlful of spagetti one year when he was ill.
"Woah!" Genis' eyes were wide with admiration. "That's gotta be the best... Teach me how to think up evil stuff like you Origin!"
"Don't you dare!" Raine, Lloyd and Kratos screamed in terror.
Origin smiled warmly, his blade disapeared into the eithers he drew it out from.
"I shall, re-start the day and undo the spell, is this acceptable?"
Llloyd spared a glance at his dwarven father, between having his son's body switched, spirits coming to his son's beck and call, and pyromaniac seraphim he was on his last dredges of sanity.
"I think you beter" Lloyd then dropped his somberness and smiled. "Man that was a good one Origin, really funny."
"Thank you, perhaps the next morning's prank will be... better recieved." Origin's lips curled, and before any could question there was a flash of light...
xxx
Lloyd yawned, stretched, awoke in his room. Nothing new in that, Dad pounded on the trap door to wake him since he had over slept. Same old same old.
Kratos wasn't as lucky...
He yawned, streched and bumped his head into a wall. He grumbled at it, a stream of annoyed growls coming from his throat. He rolled over, his four feet smacked into another wall.
Four feet?
He opened his eyes looked around the room-AKA dog pen- and whimpered.
As it was he could do little more then that, well only one more thing anyways.
xxx
"Hi Dad!" Lloyd chirped, looking up from wolfing down his breakfast.
"Morning Lloyden."
"Daaaad I told you not to call me that!"
"Sorry." Kratos patted him on the head, ruffled his hair, then took a plateful of food.
"You seem awful chearful today..." Lloyd stared at his father, wondering what was up.
"Oh yes, something tells me today's going to be a good day."
"That's cool." Lloyd dug into his breakfast then looked up. "Why's Noshy howling?"
Kratos smiled, a wide toothy smile. "No clue, pass me the ketchup will you?"
"Ewww... are you sure you're feeling OK?"
"I'm just going to go out, give Noishe half of breakfast so he'll quiet down."
"Alright.. ung I have to do the stupid gutters today."
"I'll give you a pa- erm hand later this afternoon." Kratos said on his way out.
"Really, thanks Dad!"
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"Good morning!" The purple clad man strolled to the pen. "I must say I'm going to be much nicer to you then you were to me yesterday er today."
"Whine?"
"You were so panicked yesterday you forgot to feed me." Noishe scolded. "I on the other hand am much more thoughtful."
Noishe smirked at the seraphim trapped in the Protozoan's body, scrapped the eggs and bacon into the feeding traw and then drew out his secret weapon. Kratos' borrowed eyes widened in horror, he whined, whimpered, and begged. Noishe ignored Kratos, put a full fork full of ketchup right smack dab on top of the mess of eggs and bacon.
"Happy fourth month fourth days fools, Kratos."
Kratos' eyes promised instant death the second he was let out of the pen.
"Have fun."
Kratos' eyes promised a bit butt the second he was let out.
"Oh and today is your flea bath day by the way."
Kratos' eyes went wide in horror.
"I'll be by in a little bit to help Lloyd tie you up and drag you to a stream, and if you're good I'll let Lloyd know of the 'switch' before dinner tonight, on the other hand if you aren't I'll let Lloyd figure it out in his own. If it comes to that you'll be trapped as me for quite a while now wont you?"
Kratos' hand snaked through the fence, petted the green fuzzy head. Kratos looked up thorugh the bars at the protozoan who wore his form and growled.
"Oh stop being a grouch, try to look at the bright side of things, there are a ton of things you can do as me that you can't do as you. If nothing else if you insist on beong a grouch I'll have fun with this. Till later then." Noishe turned on his borrowed form's heel and chuckling to himself padded back to the house.