Author's Note: Thanks again to my reviewers! By the way, please feel free to leave a message and tell me whether or not you like the overall idea for this story. And randomly, I'm proud of myself. The chapters are slowly getting longer and easier to write. Although I'm still struggling a bit to write the endings. Well, here's what happens when I get sick and bored: chapters coming out faster than I expected. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3

Sana woke up when she heard the door open. It was Hayama's father. She glanced down, noticing Hayama leaning on her arm, blushed a bit, and slipped off the couch, making sure he didn't fall off. Then, she walked closer to the door.

"Oh, hi… Dad," she said, feeling weird just saying it. It was a good thing she had seen Hayama (in her body) before she stood up, or she probably wouldn't have remembered the situation they were stuck in and might have greeted his father the way she usually would.

Sana tried her hardest to keep Hayama's usual emotionless expression. Luckily, it was a bit easier since she was still half-asleep.

"Hello," Mr. Hayama said. He gave an odd look to his 'son.' Something didn't feel right, but he decided to ignore it for now. "You're still awake?" he asked.

Sana shrugged. "No… Just woke up. I fell asleep on the couch." Remembering the other person who was there, the one who actually belonged in this house, she continued, "Oh! Someone else came tonight, too… Umm… Sana stayed over." She had to refrain from laughing while she said this. It was just too weird to talk about herself when it really wasn't her.

"Great!" Mr. Hayama replied. Suddenly, his face got worried as he remembered the first time she had stayed over. "Oh! Is something wrong?"

"Oh, um, no… She just came over, and then she fell asleep. I didn't want to wake her up," she said, trying to think of some excuse.

"Well, that's quite thoughtful," Akito's dad said. He leaned down a bit closer and whispered, "You know, I still say she would make a good wife for you."

Sana blushed, not really knowing what to say. "W-well… Umm…" she still didn't think of anything, because she had no clue how Hayama would reply to something like this, although it was obvious this wasn't the first time Mr. Hayama had said that sort of thing. "I'm going to go back to sleep now." Realizing that she couldn't really go back Hayama after hearing that, she continued, "In my room…"

Mr. Hayama laughed as 'Akito' turned and walked away. "He blushed. That's something you don't see often," he said to himself before going to his own room.

When Sana walked through the living room again, she glanced toward the couch and realized that 'she' was still wearing a skirt. 'Wow, that's… Awkward,' she thought, but didn't dwell on it for too long. Instead, she found a pillow nearby, set it at one end of the couch, laid Akito down so his head was on it, and covered him with a blanket. She gave a small smile and continued towards the bedroom, but was stopped by the sound of the phone. She let it ring twice, wondering whether or not she should answer it, and finally decided she should. "Hello?" she said when she picked it up.

"Hey, Akito, it's Natsumi. I'm staying at a friend's house tonight. Could you tell Dad for me?"

"Sure…"

"Thanks! Well, I gotta go now, bye!" Natsumi said, sounding like she was in a rush.

Sana glanced at a clock. 'It's already midnight, but Akito's sister still sounds so awake… And people say I'm energetic,' she thought, although she knew it was true. Sana walked down the hall, trying to figure out which door was Mr. Hayama's. Coming to the last one, she said to herself, "This must be it," and knocked.

"Yes?" She heard the muffled voice from inside the room.

"Uh… Natsumi's staying at a friend's house tonight."

"Really? What friend?" Mr. Hayama asked.

"Oh, oops, I forgot to ask," Sana replied.

"Oh… Well, it's okay, I guess… You should get some sleep now, though."

"Yeah, I guess so…" And with that, she walked back to Akito's room and leaned against the door, shutting it behind her. She looked around, feeling weird in the dark bedroom. The only light came from the half-opened blinds, where there was a tiny bit of moonlight streaming in.

Sana walked over to the window and closed the blinds the rest of the way and then strode over to the bed. She climbed into it. Something inside her told her that they probably wouldn't find a solution to their little body-switching problem very soon, and this was where she would be sleeping each night for a while. Best to get used to it now.

She pulled the blanket up to her chin and rolled over onto her side. 'The pillow… It smells like Hayama… Well duh, it's his pillow! …Wait, when did I start noticing what he smells like?' She laughed a bit at herself, but it was a small, somewhat bitter laugh, and soon, she was crying. 'Will things ever work out?' she asked herself. Finally, things had calmed down enough for her to think about their promise. 'I never did get a chance to tell him earlier… I said I had something to tell him after he got his black belt… He got it, but I didn't tell him… And he said he had something to tell me, too… But what if it's not the same thing? In fact, what if he hates me? If he rejects me again, I don't know if I could take it…'

Sana was still crying. If anything, she was just crying harder. A million possibilities began running through her mind, and most of them had bad endings. She wiped her eyes, feeling bad that there were tear stains on the pillow now and hoping they would disappear by morning, before anyone else saw them. Within a few minutes, she had cried herself to sleep.

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Akito woke up not long after Sana had gone into his room. He was surprised to find himself laying down on the couch, covered with a blanket, and figured Sana had brought the pillow and blanket over. He sat up, looking back at the clock. 12:30.

Hayama stood up and walked into the kitchen, wondering if Sana was getting a midnight snack or something. "Apparently not," he said to himself, scratching his head.

He saw that his dad's door was closed and wondered if maybe she had gone to his own room when his dad came. 'It would make things seem less suspicious,' he thought, shrugging. 'Then again, she's probably not smart enough to realize that… Dense girl… Oh well, it's worth a try.'

Hayama softly opened the door, deciding that he would be quiet just in case she actually was in there. He saw a human-shaped-lump under the covers and took a few steps forward. He stood silently for a few minutes, watching Sana's face as she slept. 'She looks so peaceful,' he thought. 'That face… Her personality… The way she can make everything seem okay even when things are at their worst… These are all reasons why I love her…'

His eyes finished adjusting to the light, and he noticed something that he hadn't before. There were dark stains on his pillow, and he realized that there were dried tears on Sana's face. 'She was crying… Why didn't she tell me something was wrong?' Hayama smacked himself on the forehead, cursing himself for being such an idiot. 'Of course… That very same optimism means she won't let anyone in… But doesn't she know by now that she can tell me when she's not happy?' He sighed. 'Then again, I wouldn't trust me if I were her… Too much has happened lately for her to do that.'

Hayama remembered the scenes he had envisioned in his mind of Sana seeing his black belt and instantly confessing her love to him. 'As if that would happen… Just goes to show how stupid I am,' he thought. 'She wouldn't even trust me anymore, much less love me. It's all just some stupid fantasy.'

"Dammit!" he said, clenching his fists and letting his expressionless guard down. For once, he looked truly hopeless. (A/N- Basically the same expression he had when Sana left for New York.)

"Huh?" Sana asked groggily, waking up at the sudden sound. She rolled onto her back and looked at Hayama. Her eyes widened from the shock of seeing him standing over her. She was starting to get used to the weirdness of seeing herself and knowing that it wasn't actually her. It still wasn't anywhere near normal, but she didn't feel like screaming in fear every time she saw it, though. "What are you doing in here?" she asked, confused, as she sat up. Then, she noticed the look on his face and gasped. "What's wrong?" she asked frantically.

Hayama blinked, wondering why she was suddenly asking that. Then, he realized that he had let his emotions show again. "Nothing," he said, shrugging it off and returning to his usual unreadable expression, but Sana wasn't buying it.

"Yeah right," Sana said, half glaring at him. "I may be stupid when it comes to some things, but I know when something's wrong. Especially when you have that kind of look. You hardly ever show what you're feeling, so if you do, it has to be something big."

Hayama glared right back at her. It wasn't as if he could tell her what he had really been thinking about. "What about you?" he asked instead, pointing to the tear-stained pillow. "You didn't tell me what was going on with you."

Sana could tell that Hayama was hurt, and despite the fact that he tried not to, he still let it show on his face a bit. That expression hurt her so much that she felt like yelling. She had to resist the urge to jump up and hug him. She would do just about anything if she knew how to make that look leave his face. "…I'm…Sorry," she said, tears starting to pour down her face again. She didn't even notice them until Hayama sat down on the bed next to her and wiped them away.

"No… It's okay," he said, feeling terrible for making her cry. "I'm the one who should be sorry." Hayama swung his feet up onto the bed and held her to him.

Sana leaned into the embrace, not bothering to stop crying, because she knew that she was safe as long as Hayama was right there beside her.

For the moment, neither of them cared whether or not the other loved them back. This moment was all that mattered.

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Author's Note: So? What do you think? Reviews are appreciated a TON! I would be especially happy for opinions about the end of the chapter. I'll write the next chapter once I get two more reviews (for a total of six). Anyways, thanks for reading!