What is Your Name?

by mpfatima23

They don't know why they are switching places. They remember nothing each time. Only snippets. They have no idea what they really look like or why they can't contact each other except in the form of writing. Why them? What do they have to do to fix the mess they are in? Find themselves, help them, or maybe even show them who they can be. Inspired by the film Your Name. Dark themes.

Hey everyone, this is a story about two people we all know and love but if they are encountering something odd. This will get a little sexy later on but bear with me. We need to get the story going. This was inspired by the film YOur name, highly recommend, The story will get dark as it will have mention of mental health, addiction, and suicide. This story contains no BDSM and has some elements from the books but with some twists, just like the sexy time. Like always, anything Fifty Shades related doesn't belong to me, but this story does so don't go off stealing it. Also, this is my first time writing an actual story that I have an actual plan for and honestly, I will try best with grammar and descriptions but bear with me no the greatest. There are worse stories so give mine a try, please!

Chapter 1

Ana POV

I wake up to the faint sounds of Kate in the kitchen making our breakfast. My curtains are completely closed on my window, blocking all sunlight. My bed feels odd today for some reason.

I had the weirdest last night.

I reach over to my alarm, wondering why it didn't go off today. I have work, there is no reason why it was not set up today. I sit up in my bed and look around my room. Everything looks the same but for some reason, I feel like I shouldn't be in my room. That's when I realized what time it is. It's already past 7 am! I have work and less than an hour and I am not even close to ready. I get up from bed in a hurry and start to get ready for my day. As I head into my bathroom, I trip over a pair of my heels.

What are those doing there? I don't remember wearing those.

But as I am running late, I pay no attention and decide to revisit the matter later. After I am dressed and look presentable as I can be for work, I head to the kitchen where I see Kate making breakfast like I thought she was doing. Her blonde hair well kept together as always and even with PJs, she still looks radiant.

She hears me and smiles cheerfully. "Morning sleepyhead. Surprised you got up today."

I glare at her. "Why didn't you wake me up? I'm going to be late for work! Why do you mean by surprise?"

She gives a funny stare. "Well by the way you were acting yesterday, I thought you were coming down with something. So I thought you will skip work today since your alarm didn't go off. Are you sick?"

"No," I say with a frown," I feel fine. I must have forgotten to set my alarm yesterday. What do you mean by- Oh nevermind, I have work. See you later." I get my keys and head out the front door.

"Alright bye." Says Kate. "Oh, and I am slightly disappointed by your outfit today. You looked great yesterday. Sexy even."

I frown at her comment but pay no mind as I need to get to work. As I drive the busy Texas highways, I think about Kate's comments this morning. What did she mean? Did I dress sexy yesterday? I wore my polka dot ruffled sleeved dress and that is pretty normal. Not sexy at all. I also don't think that I was acting weird yesterday. I just went to work and went back to the condo like I usually do. Twenty minutes later I arrive at work. The morning sun looks even brighter today and the heat of the busy Austin streets feels even warmer.

I head inside the office building and head to the twelfth floor where the publishing house is. The elevator stops on my floor and I pass by Esmeralda, the head receptionist, She says a faint hi to me but something stops me.

"Esme, you finally got that haircut! It looks great." I say to her.

"Oh um thank you Ana but you already saw it yesterday." She says and laughs as if I had a blip.

"Oh, umm okay," I say as I head to my desk. I find it off that I missed that yesterday. She has been talking herself up to get her haircut. It used to be so long and now she has it up to her ears. I sit down on my desk and start with my morning tasks. That's when Jack Hyde walks in. He is the current head fiction editor of Wrights Publications. As he passes by me he gives me a glare and closes his office door.

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

I get my list of messages and Jack's schedule. I look at my calendar and see that it is Thursday and not Wednesday. But I could've sworn it was Tuesday yesterday. Oh well, I knock on his door anyway. I hear him faintly say come in and I do. He is on his phone, texting perhaps his friends like he usually does half the time. I want to roll my eyes but I figure he might see the action and will be in a worse mood.

"I have your schedule for today and current messages. Don't forget your meeting with Wilson today at 11 am." I say as I give him his lists and he snatches them. How rude. "Anything else that you need from right now?" I ask.

"No." He looks over me and slightly frowns. "You're dressed to your usual self today."

I give him a weird look. He is still just texting away and I shrug off his comment.

"Oh and your attitude yesterday was horrendous. If you ever talk to me like that again, you can clean up your desk before I can say the words." He says.

I gasp at him. I turned around shocked about his comment. I don't have an attitude, I am the only one who is nice to him in the office, but I try to be nice to everyone.

"What an ass." I hear someone say in front of me. I look up to see Tunde, wearing a blue dress with a nude cardigan over it. Her braided looks put together nicely against her dark skin. She looks stylish as ever, unlike me who usually wears stuff to hide in the crowd. She smiles at me and leans on my desk. "I can't wait until Wilson actually realizes what a dick he is and throws him out. Then you can be the boss since you already do all the work here. How many manuscripts did he give you this week? I bet at least five."

Tunde Idris has been my coworker and friend since I started working here. Along with Kate, is one of my best friends and always keeps me on my toes. I wish I can be more like her. She is beautiful, intelligent, confident, and always has my back. She also hates Jack with a passion, but everyone does in this office.

I giggle at her. "Morning to you too Tunde. You look lovely today."

"Oh this, well I have a hot date with Derek tonight. Oh hey, you gotta send me the link or name of the place where you got that plum dress. Maybe if I wear it, Derek will actually sleep with me." She says.

"What plum dress?" I ask. She looks down at me and gives me the same funny look that everyone has been giving me.

"The one you wore yesterday. It was phenomenal on you."

"But I didn't wear a plum-colored dress yesterday." I don't even think I have one in my closet. Wait I actually do. Kate and I were walking in the mall a few months ago and we saw the dress on display. She made me buy it but I decided it was too sexy for me.

"Yes, you did. That pervert of a boss couldn't keep his eyes from you. All the men in the office actually. By the way, the way you put Jack in his place yesterday was amazing." She nudges me but I just continue to stare at her with confusion written all over my face. "But speaking of yesterday were you okay? You seemed off. Hell, you didn't even know where your desk was."

I shrug my shoulders at her. "I don't know."

We hear her desk phone ring and she goes and answers it. I then hear someone call someone over and I hear chatter near the break room. The office is normal as usual but after everyone's comments today, I can't help feeling like I am out of place. As if this isn't where I am supposed.

Mr. Grey, you have a call. It's from Ms. Bailey.

What the hell? Why did that just come to me? Who is Mr. Grey?

For the rest of the day, all I could think of was how weird this day has been and that voice that suddenly popped in my head. Even as the day closes and I head back home during the horrible rush hour, my head couldn't stop churning. Once I am back in the condo I get two texts from Tunde.

Tunde- hey make sure to send me the link for the dress please!:) love ya

The second text is a picture of me wearing the dress. I almost dropped my phone. This is an actual picture of me in the dress. No doubt about it. I looked as if I was surprised by the sudden picture but I am shocked by what I am seeing right now. Maybe I am going crazy. Maybe yesterday I bumped my head. Maybe I am coming down with an illness that causes memory loss.

"Ana is that you?" I hear Kate scream from her room. She comes to the living room and I see she looks like she is going on a date. She is wearing her favorite red slip dress, the one she wears when she has a mission. "Oh hey," she says as she is putting the final touches on her look tonight. "I ordered some dinner for you since you paid or yesterday. I am going out. I have a hot date tonight. Eeek, I am excited and he seems really sexy so might not see until tomorrow so don't wait up."

"Oh okay make sure you text me later. Thank you." I don't remember buying her dinner but I guess I did. "Have fun." I put my stuff down and plop down on the couch, closing my eyes, hoping this weird of a day ends soon.

"Are you feeling better?" She asks,

"I think so but I think I am going to sleep early tonight. Maybe write a bit."

"Yeah, that always seems to make you feel better." She kisses my forehead and heads out the door. "Bye!"

I hear the door close and lock and I decide to eat the dinner she got for me. After I eat, instead of working on the manuscripts I decide to start getting ready for bed. Once I am all fresh and clean I sit down on my comfy pink chair that fits by my window. I have had it since I graduated from college. With my journal on my lap and the night tea that I prepared for my headache and I start to look for the next clean page. Since I was young I always made sure to write my thoughts on my journal. It's one of the reasons I have kept going. It's always there when I need it.

Something catches my eye.

Who are you?

It's written big on one of the pages of my journal. The handwriting is neat but a bit frantic. One that I don't recognize.

What is this?

I close my journal and throw it on my desk. I stare at it as if I am scared it will eat me. Is Kate possibly trying to prank me? No, she would be too lazy to do that. Who wrote on this? That is when I noticed some odd things going on in my room. The pink bath towel that I haven't used is used, my dirty laundry that is usually a mess is neatly in my laundry basket, my desk pens are everywhere and it looks like someone was looking around my pictures. Now terrified, I head to bed with the doors and windows locked and wondering about what is happening right now.

Before I lay down, I look towards my journal again. Something, someone, is telling me to answer the question. As ridiculous as it sounds, I hear a man asking me this question. Someone familiar.

My name is Ana.

That's what I wrote.

That same day…

Christian POV

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I feel oddly rested today.

What a weird dream I had.

I look over to my alarm and notice it's 6:30 am and the usual 5 am. I find it strange that I have my alarm set to that time. Maybe I had too much of the scotch Luke gave me. The bed feels odd, there is so much sunlight in the room, and the room feels colder. I get up and head to my bathroom. I decide that as weird of a start, I have important meetings today so I must get going. Putting my usual suit on today, I notice one of the ties are missing from my collection. I try not to dwell on it as Gail may have cleaned it for some reason. I go to my office across the hall and grab my paperwork.

What the fuck?

All my paperwork for the Shuester Meeting is gone. I could've sworn I had it here. I turn my computer on to see if I have the online copies ready to go and noticed the computer says it's Thursday and not Wednesday. Maybe I drank the whole fucking bottle last night. I get my copies anyways and grab my morning breakfast.

In the kitchen I see Gail and Taylor talking and Taylor is the first to notice me. He composes himself and gives me a nod. "Morning sir."

I give him a nod back. Gail then speaks. "Morning Mr. Grey. I made eggs benedict today with a fruit bowl. Will it be coffee or would you like tea again?"

I stare at her with a frown. "Umm, coffee as usual." Why would she ask me if I like tea? Again?

"Tayor, what time did I reschedule the Shuester meeting today? Since all of my paperwork seems to be at the office." I ask as I get my breakfast in.

Taylor slightly gets off-put by my comment. "Sir? The Shuester meeting was yesterday. In fact, Ms. Bailey took care of it. She said you felt unwell."

"Unwell? Was I?" I don't remember that.

"Yes sir. And I agreed. You seemed… not yourself." He comments.

"How odd. I really don't really remember much of yesterday. I will meet with her and see what she says." I finish my breakfast and leave for the door. Taylor follows promptly with my briefcase.

"I will have lunch with Luke and Ros so don't worry about it today. Just dinner. Thank you, Mrs. Jones."

"Yes sir." She responds and down the elevator, I go.

As we make our way to Grey House, though the busy streets of Seattle, I can't help but feel slightly unsettled by my surroundings. As if I find this all-new.

"Taylor," I say "get with Andrea to set up an appointment with Dr. Flynn. It's urgent." I say to him.

"Yes sir. Will do." He steps out and opens my car door and I step out. We nod to each other and part our ways for now as he goes to drop off the car in the parking lot. I enter my office building, seeing everyone make way for me like ants trying to get away from water. Although today, instead of diverting glances I see confused looks on everyone's faces. As if this day isn't already fucked up.

I enter my private elevator and head to my main office. I enter and receive a hello from Andrea and the dumb blonde next to her. I believe her name is Olivia but I don't give a damn. I head into my office and hear a voice right behind me.

"Hey Grey, I need to have a word with you." I hear my CFO say to me. Her red locks look even redder today as if I have never seen them before and she is wearing her favorite blue power suit today.

"Okay, step in," I say as I enter my office.

Hmm, the view looks colder today. As if it could be more well lit.

"So mind telling me what kind of drugs you were on yesterday? Or did you decide to play me a fool and make me deal with Shuester all on my own yesterday? Not that it was a challenge but I did have to cancel a date with Gwen." She says as she plops down on one of my chairs across my desk.

"Look, first of all, the drug comment was unnecessary, second I have no fucking idea what happened to me yesterday. I really don't because last time I checked it was Tuesday and now it's Thursday." I exclaim. I leaned my head into my hands and sigh.

"Well," she says "all I know is that you weren't really yourself yesterday. You were weird and it was if you were a different person. In fact, you were kind of cute yesterday, sort of feminine." She chuckles at that. "You owe me a dinner with Gwen for the Shuester meeting. It went really well thanks to my brilliance. You have a lot of shit to do today." She gets up and starts to head out the door.

Feminine?

"Oh, and Luke wants all three of us to have lunch with us today," I replied with a grunt and she chuckled again. As she is about to open the door she stops and turns around.

"Hey, sorry about the drug comment. Wasn't thinking."

"It's okay. Just leave me alone until lunch."

I hear my office door close and I let out another sigh. Ros's comments linger on my mind as work on everything from yesterday and today. My tasks from yesterday look as if someone went through them and just crapped on it. Maybe I did, along with anything else I might have done yesterday.

Next thing I know, it was time for lunch.

We decided on a cafe near GEH to have lunch at. As I arrived I saw Luke and Ros already there, chatting amiably.

"And I said, George, I am not going to fuck your asshole until you order dinner. I'm a fucking badass, I need to be wined and dined. Oh hey, Grey, about time. I am hungry. We ordered a chicken sandwich for you and food just got to the table. Let's dig in." Says Luke when I finally approached the table. Luke then proceeds to take an enormous bite from his meal.

"George?" I ask as I sit down.

"Luke's new boy toy. Apparently he is older. Like mid-life older." Says Ros, who seems to be eating her garden salad.

"Oh wow. Old men. What happened to that annoying pink hair girl? Raquel?" I ask.

"Her name was Rachel. Yeah, she got boring. Soo- Yun was so much better but she had to go back to Korea. I think I am taking a break from women. Too much busy and tits can just get boring. Right Ros?" Says Luke.

"Yeah ask lesbian." Ros rolls her eyes at him.

"Well sorry if my sexuality is too much for you," Luke says. They both laugh. I stare at them and think about why I am friends with them.

Luke and Ros have been my friends for years now. Luke and I went to the same high school. He was there to see when I went off the deep end. Saw all of the problems that I went through when I was a teenager, but he was always there. Just like I was when he came out as a bisexual. The whole school couldn't believe it, his family either. He is the perfect rich asshole. Brown hair, tan skin, perfect white teeth, the best designer clothes, has his yacht. Pretentious fucker. But he does have a heart, deep inside but he has always been there for me and Ros.

I met Ros in college. I instantly knew we were going to get along great. She had a can-do attitude about everything, gave no fucks about anyone, and like Luke still seemed to care for those she cared about. Luke and her hated each other when they first met. It was pretty hilarious. Going after the same girls, always competing with each other but in the end, they had a lot in common.

One thing that I still struggle with is why they want to even have me around. I am always pessimistic, and sometimes I won't even care if they have a problem, they have seen me at my worst. They know about my past, my fear of touch, my nightmares. They know I have my guard up but here we are. Eating at this stupid cafe that can't make a good chicken sandwich.

They continue to chat about their love for pussy, as I still try to remember what even happened yesterday.

"Then he puts on this stupid plum-colored tie. That just throws the whole mood off." I hear Luke say.

Nice dress Ana. Looking sexy today. That plum color looks good on you.

What the hell? Why did I just remember that? Who is Ana?

"Hey, Chris, who was that last chick you messed around with. Three months ago? Susanna was her name?" Asks Luke. I look up to see both of them giving me a look.

"What? Yeah, that was her name." They still continue to stare at me. "What?" I glare at them.

"Nothing dude. You were just spacing out there. Ros said that you weren't feeling well." He says. He glances over at Ros, who glances at him back.

"I'm fine just thinking. Why are you asking about Susanna?" I say.

"Luke thinks you need to get laid." Says Ros. I look over to Luke, trying to kill him with my glare. He puts his hands up in defeat.

"Hey! I was just saying that you need to relieve some tension that's all. You, my friend, need to pound something."

"Can you be even cruder?" Asks Ros, rolling her eyes. I roll my eyes with her.

"Yeah, I actually can. Look, Chris, just get out there more that's all."

We continue with our lunch, having to listen through stories from Luke about his newfound love.

Later on that day, I meet with Dr. Flynn at his office. It's warm and he seems to have gotten new plants, no doubt from his wife. He is wearing his same dopey cardigan and reading glasses that belong in the 1950s.

"So you think you have amnesia. You are saying you don't remember anything from yesterday." He said to me after I explained what it's been like today. He writes down something on his notepad and nods his head. "Christian you know, you can't just get amnesia for one day for no reason."

"I know but how do I explain the sudden blip in my memory yesterday."

"Christian, maybe you were dealing with fatigue or stress." He says. Right when I am to tell him to fuck off. He perks his head up. "That's not why called me today isn't? You are here for another reason.

I did. I was going to talk to him about-

"My dream. Last night. It was odd but I don't even remember it anymore. I felt so real. Like as if I wasn't in my own dream." I say.

"That doesn't sound like you. You usually are good at remembering your dreams. The fact that it wasn't a nightmare but a dream is odd for you. You can't remember anything?" He says.

"No. Just the feeling. It felt weird. New even. I can't explain it." I say.

"Hmm, I have an idea. Why don't you start writing again? I think it will help you see whats going on in your life. It helped last time." He reached underneath his desk and pulls up a leather journal. Just like the one he gave me last time.

"I haven't written since… since Leila." I say. Wow, it has been two years since I have said that name.

"I know. Write for a while and I will contact you soon for another appointment. I think it will help."

I take the journal and say my farewell to him.

I get home, eat, and become enclosed in my office for the rest of the night until I feel like I am too tired. I continue with the work I had to catch up on. I swear if Ros went in my stuff and is pulling a prank on me, I will make sure she never sees light again. I continue typing away when I notice a pink post at the edge of my desk. I have no idea where that came from, pink and all, but I take a closer look.

Who are you? What is going on?

What the fuck? Someone has to be pranking me. But I can't help the feeling that this note is intentional. The handwriting is neat and sort of… cute? I don't recognize it and as I am about to call for Taylor something stops me. I noticed my desk was searched for and realized what a mess everything was today. The word feminine in my mind.

I decide fuck it. I will play along and see what is going on right now.

My name is Chris...

Alright. let me know what yall think. Don't know when I will update again but who knows. I am actually super excited to write this story and can't wait to see where I go with it. Leave a comment!:)