A/N: Sorry for the wait! I have a feeling this will becoming a three part story… :D
It was the middle of day and Nowaki slept like a baby. He woke up the next morning with a chill. Sitting up, he looked over his shoulder to an empty spot on the bed. "Hiro-San must've gotten to work early today", he thought. As he got up to stretch, he grabbed his sweater from the floor and headed toward the door. Still half-asleep, Nowaki kept tripping over obstacles. "Hiro-San really has to organize his books. I'll do it later on today and tell him what I did."
Nowaki opened the door to a cool room breeze from the other side. Letting his eyes adjust, he caught a whiff of something that seemed like the smell of food. "Oh! I guess Hiro-San had enough time to cook me something. I'll be sure to thank him later on!" Nowaki said. As he walked toward the kitchen, he was stopped by a deep drop. He quickly grabbed the nearest object for support and grabbed onto a railing. "We don't have stairs!" Nowaki thought. When the man looked down, he saw that he was on the second floor of a huge condo apartment. "This…isn't my home." The giant scanned the entire house in front of him and looked back at the bedroom. What really creeped him out now was that he came out of a dark bedroom filled with children's toys. Why was he there and what was he doing?
He went downstairs to hear cluttering in the kitchen. When he looked over, he saw a shorter man of brown hair, wearing an apron, and cooking.
Nowaki smiled. He walked over behind the brown-haired man and gently scooped him into his arms enough not to startle the busy bee.
A small "gasp" was the only response. Nowaki crouched down to the shorter man and whispered, "Good morning."
"Erm… Good morning. N-now let go of me, I'm trying to make breakfast!" The uke said as he squirmed out of the giant's grip.
Nowaki stood up straight, "What's the matter?" "Nothing's the matter, just let me cook!", said the boy. Nowaki gently grabbed the shorter man by the shoulders and twirled him around, "What's wrong?" When Nowaki took his focus directly at the shorter man's face, he immediately saw a difference. It wasn't an exact sign of annoyance, but that his lover's face was looking a bit younger than usual, his eyes have turned from a fierce brown to a gentle green, and he realized his height had gone further down.
Was our raven-haired protagonist dreaming? "Quit looking at me like that, it's creeping me out.", said the boy. "Hiro-San?" "Who's Hiro-San?" There was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it." Misaki scurried toward the door. The knocking kept going. "One second!" He said just as he touched the latch.
On the other side was an unhappy professor with an impatient look. "Hiro-San!", said Nowaki. Oni-Kamijou stomped into the residence and headed straight towards Nowaki, looking him dead in the eye with an angry vibe, anger that Nowaki himself knew Hiroki was seriously ticked off.
Hiroki yanked at the tall man's collar to meet him eye to eye. "Explain!", said the professor.
"H-huh?!" "Don't 'huh' me, explain why Nowaki is acting a lot like you!", he pointed to the door to reveal an image of Nowaki leaning on the door, only this Nowaki was acting out of character. "Wha-I don't understand! I'm right here!" "Don't be a wise-ass, what'd you do?" "I told you before Hiroki, I'm me! Only I'm trapped in your boyfriend's body.",said the Nowaki at the door. "Shut up!" "What is going on here?!", said Misaki from the kitchen.
TBC
A/N: How'd I do? oFTo
Nowaki: Somebody help….
Usagi: This is gonna be good~!
Hiroki: What's that smell? I hate that fatty stench.
Misaki: Someone hates bacon, does he?
Miyagi: Can I have that to go?! :D
Shinobu: Nope. -.-*