A/N: Yay! Obviously, I managed to get enough time to post today (much earlier than I thought I could).

Thanks to those of you who have already reviewed:

Yasu (hehe, I'm going to read some of your stories soon, so beware… Just kidding, you don't need to beware… But I AM going to read and review J)

And Sola (Yes, I know I do, I'll go as soon as I have time, lol)

Sorry to those of you who were hoping for an immediate love confession! Obviously, this story leaves quite a bit for them to work out before anything like that can happen…

By the way, when I say Sana it actually means Sana, not Akito in Sana's body… And vice versa… But when it's written like this: 'Sana' or in quotes, then it's the other person in their body... Hope that wording makes sense…

Chapter 2

Sana quickly calmed down enough to stop yelling. "Oh, I know! I must have passed out, and now I'm dreaming… Or maybe I was dreaming about going to meet Hayama, and now I'm really just standing in front of a mirror." However, she started to panic again as she realized that it wasn't her own voice coming from her mouth. Glancing down at her hand, she saw that it wasn't her hand at all. The voice and hand were both Hayama's, and she was in his body, still holding the black belt.

"Sorry to say, it's not a dream… But what the hell just happened?" she heard herself ask in a strangely monotonous voice. Sana looked back up at the other her again and noticed the expressionless face. "…Hayama?" she asked, a bit scared to know the answer.

Hayama nodded Sana's head. 'Oh man, this is getting so confusing!' Sana thought.

"Well, at least stop looking at me that way. It's creeping me out to see that expression on my own face," she said, shivering.

Hayama simply raised an eyebrow, refusing to change the expression. "Since we have no idea what's going on right now, I say we start trying to live each other's lives until we can find a way to fix it."

Sana nodded. "Exactly! Which is why you should try smiling! Because I'm always smiling!" she said, demonstrating with a huge grin.

Hayama's eye twitched. "That was creepy," he said. "You need to try to act more like me."

"And you need to try to act more like me," she replied.

"Fine, I'll try…" he said, attempting a smile. It didn't look like Sana's real smiles, but it was a start.

Sana sighed. "You have a long way to go… I could be a perfect you, though," she continued, leveling her eyes into an emotionless stare.

Hayama's eyes widened. "Maybe this will work out okay after all," he said, showing an uncharacteristic bit of optimism.

"Hehe, this is why I'm the perfect actress," Sana answered, doing a spin she had learned at Komowari. "And you actually just said something a little bit happy! You're on your way to being a good me!"

"…On second thought, this will never work," Hayama said. "And would you stop doing that already?!"

Sana stopped mid-spin. "Oh, right… That must have looked really weird."

"Yeah… Well, at least I know how to act like you. All I have to do is act like a total idiot," Hayama said, smirking.

"Hey!" Sana yelled, too insulted to say anything else. She tried to reach for her rubber hammer, but she didn't have it, because Hayama wouldn't have one of those. She settled for seething in silence for a few moments, but was quickly cheered up by the fact that if she kept sulking like that, she would be the perfect Hayama in no time. Unfortunately, that thought made her too happy to go back to acting like him.

Hayama glanced down at his new body. "This could get very interesting," he said, interrupting Sana's thought train.

Sana glared at him. "Oh no you don't! I know what you're thinking, you pervert!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, trying to look as innocent as possible. It was a lot easier to act innocent with her face than it was with his, but she didn't fall for it.

"You're going to come back to your own house with me!" she said. "I need to keep an eye on you, and I have no idea how to act around your family…"

"Fine with me… But won't your mom think it's a bit weird that you're staying at my house?" Hayama asked.

"Not really. I've done it before, haven't I?" she said. All thoughts of love confessions had left her mind, making it not feel so awkward to be near him right now.

Hayama, on the other hand, remembered completely what their meeting tonight had originally been about, but he wasn't about to ruin this chance to just be with her like had back in sixth grade. That seemed like a lifetime ago, and he wanted to relive those days at least this once.

"Sure," he replied. "But I don't exactly know how to talk to her and still act like you."

"Don't worry about a thing! I'll write down exactly what you should say!"

"Well then, let's head over to my house," Hayama said, hoping their plan would work alright. If it didn't, who knew what could happen as a consequence…

A few minutes later, they walked in through Hayama's front door, only to find the whole house pitch black. "Huh… I guess Natsumi's out with her friends… And Dad must still be at work," he said.

"Okay, well go grab the phone!" Sana said.

"Bossy as always…" Hayama muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" Sana asked. She truthfully hadn't heard what he said.

"Nothing!" he replied.

"Whatever… But hurry up!" Although she would never admit it, Sana was really nervous. After all, what would happen if her mom somehow realized that it wasn't her?

A minute later, Hayama returned with the phone. Sana grabbed a whiteboard out of nowhere, ready to jot down a reply to anything that was said.

Hayama sat down on the couch next to Sana, quickly dialing her number.

"Hello?" a voice on the other line answered.

'It's Mr. Sunglasses Guy,' Hayama mouthed.

Sana wrote, 'Could I talk to Mama, Rei?' Hayama said the words, his facing twisting into a hilarious expression that Sana barely managed to stop herself from laughing at. He almost didn't say it because it was so weird for him to talk like that.

"Sure, Sana, hold on just a second… Misako, it's for you… It's Sana."

"Hello, Dear?" At this point, Hayama had turned the volume up enough for Sana to hear it without him having to tell her what was being said.

Reading the miniature whiteboard, Hayama said, "I'm at Hayama's right now… Could I stay over here again? I want to help out with some weird stuff that's going on… Umm… With his family." He gave Sana a questioning look, and she shrugged.

"Of course, Sana… Just don't do anything 'inappropriate,'" she said in a teasing tone. Sana blushed upon hearing this, and even Hayama looked embarrassed but didn't say anything. "By the way," Ms. Kurata added, "Is anything wrong? You sounded a bit strange…"

Hayama's- or rather, Sana's- eyes widened, but he said, "No, nothing… You must be imagining things," knowing that he had asked the question while he was still trying to get used to talking like her. So far, being Sana wasn't proving to be easy. And this was just a simple phone call.

"Okay… Oh, Sana, Rei would like to speak to you again."

"…Okay…"

"Hi, Sana! I just wanted to remind you about the commercial you have to shoot tomorrow… And Komowari is on Saturdays, so you have that, too," Rei said. "Oh, there's a call on the other line. It's probably another director wanting you in one of their movies. Well, I'll see you tomorrow!" As an after thought, remembering that she was staying at Hayama's he said, "Remember… I'm trusting you," and hung up.

Hayama hung up the phone, rolling his eyes. "Well, I guess we'd better find some way to fix this before your commercial tomorrow," he said. Sana simply nodded, starting to space off.

"Sana…? What's wrong?" Hayama asked, instantly regretting it when she looked up and glared at him.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!"

"Sorry, I forgot…" he replied. 'Well, at least she didn't slap me this time' he thought. 'That's an improvement.'

"No, sorry… It's okay… I was just overreacting," Sana replied, much to Hayama's surprise. "Call me whatever you want."

Hayama smiled, which actually seemed normal since it was on Sana's face. The chain reaction made Sana smile, though, and she said, "See? Now that's all you need to do to be me!"

Wondering what she meant, he stopped and thought for a second. As soon as he noticed his expression, the smile faded away. It still wasn't something he was used to.

"So…" Hayama said, trying to get rid of the silence that hung over them. To Sana, it was normal, but to him, it seemed more awkward than usual. "Do you wanna watch some T.V. or something?"

"Sure!" Sana replied cheerfully. She was glad he had changed the subject and forgotten about how she had spaced out a minute ago, because she really didn't feel like talking about what was upsetting her.

'What if this never gets fixed?' she thought. 'Sure, it's nice to have a reason to talk to Hayama and stay at his house for a while, but I don't want to be stuck like this forever… And what about my acting career? And Hayama's karate? We couldn't live as each other… It just wouldn't work.'

Hayama turned on the television, and they shifted around to get comfortable. About an hour later, Sana asked, "Are you getting sleepy at all?"

"Nope, not at all," Hayama replied, though his yawn made it obvious that he was lying.

"Good, 'cause I'm not, either," Sana said, her eyelids drooping.

Before the show they were watching was over, they had both fallen asleep, and Hayama had fallen over, leaning on Sana's arm and shoulder.

A/N: Once again, I really appreciate any reviews, good or bad! And thanks for reading!