A/N - I know it's short and took forever to come out, and I'm sorry for that. I'm going into a busy time of year, and it's uncertain how often I'll be able to update. Anyways, I'll do my best to write more. Please enjoy!
"Good luck," Haruhi whisper-shouted as she was dragged away by a horde of screaming girls. Another swarm crowded around Ed, whose face was frozen in a smirk that really looked more like a grimace, not that the girls seemed to mind.
The girls were a giggling swarm that swept him to a more secluded area with two gold-and-velvet couches and a coffee table between them.
"N-now, now, one at a time, l-ladies," Ed tried to soothe, desperately trying to conjure memories of Mustang's flirting. Turning to one particularly average girl, he forced a grin. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? 'Cuz you're an angel…"
The girls grew silent, staring at him.
Shit, Ed thought, I thought it went something like that…
Suddenly, the girl he spoke to collapsed on the couch, swooning. If this was an anime, she would have melted into a puddle, never to be seen again. Ed breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, Tamaki," another girl spoke. "How are you so beautiful and poetic?"
"I look at you and speak from the heart, my dear. After all, I can't really help being poetic with such inspiring muses," Ed answered instinctively. Instincts that… he didn't remember ever having. The only girl he had ever been into was Winry, and he was awkward as hell when they started developing as more than friends.
Ed posed and bullshitted those poor girls for about an hour before he began to grow tired. In another situation, it could have been entertaining for longer, but his mind began to wander. How had he gotten there? Sure, some bullshit from the truth, yadda yadda, but that didn't explain why he looked like this Tamaki idiot. Or why he woke up from his nap in a place across the room from where he was before.
Eventually though, Ed caught a break as the girls ran out of Tamaki time. Reclining his lengthy body into the luxurious couch, Ed sighed, and shut his eyes once more.
Tamaki awoke to find himself in the main parlor of Music Room #3, sprawled on his usual hosting couch.
"Nani the fu-" he was cut off by a round of squealing as several girls raced towards him. Eyes widening in shock, he slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling a curse at the near profanity. Then another at his actual profanity, and so on and so forth until a plump girl with beestung lips tapped his shoulder and inquired as to his health. Pasting on a princely smirk, Tamaki began his usual routine: flirting with everything that moves.
This included a disgruntled Haruhi, who mumbled about some guy name Ed (Note to self: track down the evil man who dared flit across the pure mind of his daughter). She wandered off as he elegantly sipped his instant coffee, and soon enough he returned to his guests.
Soon enough, it was time for the guests to leave, so Tamaki waited on the couch for the second wave. Pulling out his flip phone, Tamaki glanced at the time display.
"Oh no, I'm late!" Pulling his things together, he dashed out the door, ignoring the cries of his club members as he blew past them.
As he skidded through the halls towards the administrative offices, a thought itched in the back of his brain. By all means, he had missed the school day, and probably the first round of guests as well. What had happened in that missing time?
Ooooh, where is Tamaki going? What's he late for? Will Tamaki and Ed ever realize that they're sharing a body? Find out, when I feel like writing again. But, we finally finished the first day! Now only like thirty years to go...