Revenge of the Body-Snatchers (Open)

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

OOC: Y'know, I hadn't thought about the timeline and the fact that "Things That Are" probably takes place before all this until Alice brought up the tracker she's working on! I guess I'll start referencing that now... D: also this post is bad


Kiyama dashed across the schoolyard with one though only on his mind: Tsukimori Ryosuke wasn't in his body.

Tsukimori was Mizusawa. So who was in Kiyama Ryuichiro? And where the hell was he?

So it was Tsukimori and Mizusawa and him at least that seemed to be mixed up in all this... so Kiyama wondered if it was only a small-scale problem. Perhaps it was only certain people in homeroom? But his body wasn't there so... maybe this cosmic mix-up mess was limited to just members of the gymnastics team?

Another member of the team would certainly go to the clubhouse to sort out their problems, right?

Reaching the old shack with that the team called their meeting places, he fumbled with the doorknob before it finally turned. Kiyama rushed into the clubhouse, taking the stairs two at a time, looking behind chairs, under the staircase...

Empty.

Kiyama balled up his fists. The fact he couldn't find... himself... it really pissed him off. He was sure it was something that would've pissed him off anyway... but it pissed him off a lot.

Then he heard the door open behind him, he turned around to see an out-of breath Mizusawa stumble in the locker room. Kiyama exhaled audibly. He knew that he was stuck in Tsukimori's body for a while, and he'd just screwed up in it, but jeeze, he had his own problems to solve right now.

As expected, Tsukimori-Mizusawa didn't sound too sympathetic. "What are you trying to do, Kiyama? You think that was funny or something, back in the classroom? I'm not gonna let you pull anymore of that kind of crap, you know."

Kiyama closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was okay for Tsukimori to be mad at him... he deserved it. He'd earned this.

After reminding himself of that, he looked up to... Mizusawa's body on the steps. "Tsukimori? I swear there's..." ...a good explanation? That would be a lie. There was an explanation, of course, as convoluted as it was. But even Kiyama had to admit that it didn't sound very convincing, and when you added in the fact that Tsukimori didn't seem like he would hear any kind of excuses...

Kiyama paused before continuing with,"...there's no way that'll happen again."

He was pretty sure that wouldn't do much to calm Tsukimori down, but he didn't really get a chance to see how the other boy would react. That was when the door creaked open, and Kiyama would look up to see Hino slip into the door and shut it behind him. After that followed a clicking sound -- had Hino just locked the door?

Was that really necessary?

"...Are you really Kiyama?"

Kiyama stared at the boy who had just walked in and was now staring at him. Yes, Hino had been in the room, too. He had seen that.

"No matter who is who, we need to get this cleared up as soon as possible... Find out how many people are involved so we can all work together to solve this. OK?"

That made sense.

Kiyama stared at the second year and folded his arms. In a weird kind of way, he'd gotten used to Tsukimori being mad at him. The blonde seemed to be always getting mad at one thing or another on some scale, and after that situation where Kiyama had gone to his house to beat the crap out of him... well, they hadn't been on good terms since then.

But Kiyama was still civil with the rest of the team, and he didn't want to ruin his standings with the rest by owning up to doing such a truly thoughtless thing. Still, it wasn't like he could lie about it. Everyone would eventually find out who was who, and, as Hino was saying, clearing things up as soon as possible was for the best.

"Yeah," he nodded to the boy still on the staircase. "Yeah... I'm Kiyama."

Then he paused, feeling ten types of upset that he just admitted that. And once again, he felt that such a reaction had everything to do with being in the wrong body. Instead of thinking about that too long, he looked over the room before looking to the pair on the staircase again. "So let's straighten all this out, because I have a body that I'd really like to return to right now. Over there is Tsukimori, I'm assuming?"

He turned to Mizusawa's body, before looking over to the second-year. Something wasn't right. The way Hino was speaking earlier... sounded like it was inclusive.

"And you... you're not Hino."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Tsukimori wasn't Tsukimori, Mizusawa wasn't Mizusawa... somewhere was a Kiyama that wasn't a Kiyama and in that room was a Hino that wasn't a Hino. It just made sense at that point.

And that was something that Kiyama found absolutely ridiculous.

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

ooc: What an odd post! >< And probably one of my worst, too..... -_____-

Ryosuke watched his own body carefully upon arriving in the clubhouse. He looked annoyed. And damn straight if he was! Only, it dawned on him that this could only mean Kiyama was annoyed that he'd followed him, that he was complaining, that they had to talk to each other at all right now....the usual these days. Ryosuke felt his brow furrow--Mizusawa was going to get wrinkles before his time.

"Tsukimori? I swear there's..." A long pause. Ryosuke folded his arms and began tapping his foot. "...there's no way that'll happen again."

"Yeah, seriously, it bette--" Ryosuke's words were cut short as the door to the club room opened. He pivoted on the spot. Damn, so much for hoping for some solitude to sort this out.... It took him a moment to work out and remember the fact that the Hino now standing in front of him was not, in fact, Hino Tetsuya. It was Hino Mizusawa. And he was currently Mizusawa Ryosuke. And standing in front of him was giant, bastard-face Tsukimori Rapist Kiyama. Hopefully Hino Mizusawa was in a good mood, because he, Mizusawa Ryosuke, really had to deal with this right now.

Ryosuke just nodded his head at the new arrival, then turned to face his own body again, waiting--no, demanding--an explanation.

But it seemed Mizusawa was just as keen for answers. "...Are you really Kiyama?"

Ryosuke turned again. Hino-Mizu seemed to have lost some of his confidence. His voice had gone soft. And yet, as if aware the others were suddenly watching him carefully, his tone just as quickly changed. "No matter who is who, we need to get this cleared up as soon as possible...Find out how many people are involved so we can all work together to solve this. OK?"

The formerly blonde Yankee felt uneasy.

It was just that.......Hino-Mizu's gaze seemed to be fixated on Ryosuke. But not Ryosuke in his own body. Kiyama in his body. Was it possible the other boy had actually enjoyed the kiss between them? That was to say, Ryosuke had felt some sort of reaction from it as well. Half of it had been anger and shame, the other half had been.......well, something he'd prefer not to think about, to be perfectly honest, but if he wasn't going to go darting around the bush, he had to admit something about it had turned him on. But it wasn't his turn-on, right? It was possible that he had some of Mizusawa's thoughts now, wasn't it? Being in the other boy's body, even if he had his own mind, he indefinitely had the other boy's brain, which meant some of Mizusawa's interests and feelings and such.......they would transpire over to him, right?

Did this mean Mizusawa had an interest in him now? Or in Kiyama as him? Or both? Or rapist Tsukimori Kiyama? Or maybe they were all his own thoughts and he was just someone he'd never thought he was.....?

Ryosuke felt his head spinning.

"Yeah." Ryosuke-Kiyama nodded in response to what Mizusawa had asked before. "Yeah... I'm Kiyama."

There was another pause--the only sound cutting through the silence was Ryosuke's Mizusawa foot tapping anxiously at the floor, a habit the Yankee tended to have whenever he was feeling particularly anxious. This time was no exception.

"So let's straighten all this out, because I have a body that I'd really like to return to right now. Over there is Tsukimori, I'm assuming?"

Ryosuke nodded.

"And you... you're not Hino."

"He's Mizusawa," Ryosuke responded bitterly, his arms still folded. "And I'm sure he'd like an apology from you--me too, I guess. I mean, I owe him one..." He looked at their classmate, frowning.
"And....can I just say that since I know who I switched with...." Ryosuke gestured with a Mizusawa pointer finger between the two guys around him, "...I'd be more than happy just staying here and keeping watch over my own body. I mean....I don't know who you got switched with Kiyama, but after the stunt in the classroom, I'm pretty sure I don't want you going anywhere."

[Mizusawa Taku]

"Yeah," he nodded to the boy still on the staircase. "Yeah... I'm Kiyama."

Mizusawa felt his heart skip a beat. So, it was true. It had been Kiyama who had kissed Ryosuke in his body. Why? Why had Kiyama done that? Was it because Kiyama felt something towards him...? Did he feel he could finally show it while in someone else's body?

Shut up. That voice inside of him again.

"So let's straighten all this out, because I have a body that I'd really like to return to right now. Over there is Tsukimori, I'm assuming?"

Mizusawa saw from the corner of his eye his own body nodding its head. As for him...Well, he couldn't take his eyes off of Kiyama in Ryosuke's body, his brain working actively while he tried to maintain something of a calm exterior (which wasn't all that hard in Hino's body, it seemed).

"And you... you're not Hino."

Mizusawa opened his Hino mouth to respond, but Ryosuke beat him to it.

"He's Mizusawa," Ryosuke responded bitterly, his arms still folded. "And I'm sure he'd like an apology from you--me too, I guess. I mean, I owe him one..." He looked at their classmate, frowning.

Mizusawa froze. An apology? Did he even want an apology anymore? Sure, it had been embarrassing having that happen to his body in front of all those people, but if Kiyama felt something, he didn't want to make the other boy feel sorry for his feelings. If anything, Mizusawa was the one who should be apologizing, the way he'd been treating Kiyama all this time prior to being with Hino, having thought Kiyama would find him disgusting and all, and...

"And....can I just say that since I know who I switched with...." Ryosuke gestured with a Mizusawa pointer finger between the two guys around him, "...I'd be more than happy just staying here and keeping watch over my own body. I mean....I don't know who you got switched with Kiyama, but after the stunt in the classroom, I'm pretty sure I don't want you going anywhere."

Mizusawa frowned. He wasn't sure what was a better idea. Keeping watch over each other and sticking together, or getting through the day like this and figuring things out after school. At least then they could surely meet up with the whole team at practice and figure out what was going on. Right now he had absolutely no idea where Hino was. Was the other boy in Kiyama's body? Had he even bothered to show up to school? There were so many ifs, and it seemed really unlikely that just three of them could solve everything if not everyone was here. Especially in Kiyama's case. He could understand if the Yankee was worried. Where was his body? Who was inside it? Now that he thought about it, it was scary to not know who might be inside your body. He'd been under the impression all the way to school that he'd find Hino in his, and so he'd felt relatively relaxed in that sense. But Kiyama...who could he expect now?

"I can understand why you would be nervous, Kiyama," Mizusawa spoke softly, lowering his eyes to the floor. It felt weird to address Ryosuke's body as "Kiyama." "But maybe that's enough cause that we should go out and try to find the others. Maybe ask them if something strange happened to them this morning, you know, something vague. So they...if it didn't happen to them, they won't suspect anything." He bit his lip. Where could they find Hino? "Or we could text them, if we can't find them in person. I really have no idea where Hino is..." feeling slightly awkward, he ran a hand through Hino's silky hair, a casual movement he'd become so used to in his own body.

And that was when there was a sudden noise at the door. Someone trying to get in. But Mizusawa had locked the door. Now the person was knocking.

Could it be...?

He spun around to stare at the door, gave a "Shhh" look to the other two in the room, then moved carefully towards it once more, unlocking it and opening it slowly to see who had joined them. Hopefully they hadn't heard anything of what they'd been saying.

ooc: Time to bring in someone else!!! And do you think we should switch who is in Kiyama's body? That way we don't have to worry about no one writing Hino!

[Tsuchiya Satoshi]

ooc: So uh, I didn't know how far I could take this, or how to really end it, so XD; Sorry if it's crap.



Satoshi wasn’t sure how long he stood in front of Karasumori High, as students continued to pass him without care. But none of that mattered. None of those who passed him were part of the boys’ rhythmic gymnastics team, or anyone he really even knew. Even if he find anyone, it wasn’t like he could say he wasn’t really Nippori Keiji, but in fact Tsuchiya Satoshi, a first year at Karasumori High who somehow found himself in a second year’s body.

That was when a thought struck him. Was it possible that Nippori was in his body? And if that was the case, then maybe all he had to do was find his body and then… Satoshi felt the lips on his face frown. And then what? Even if he found Nippori, was there anyway to reverse what had been done?

As more students continued to pass him, Satoshi was suddenly struck with a thought. If… if he and Nippori had switched, was it possible that the rest of the team had switched bodies too? What if… what if some of the others had already met up and were trying to figure out what to do? All the third years were in the same class together, so it would make sense if they already met up and regrouped somewhere else. Some place where no one would think it was weird if everyone was calling someone by a different name…

The clubhouse!

With that decision in mind, Satoshi took off, nearly barreling into multiple people along the way, and as he ran, Satoshi realized with some sort of glee… that he could actually run. There was no fear that he might kneel over and faint, and even thought it was really wrong to think of this as a good thing, that whoever was in HIS body had to make sure they didn’t any anything strenuous, he was happy.

He rounded a corner, bounding up the stairs that lead to the clubroom. He grabbed the doorknob, expecting it to open, but was stopped. The doorknob didn’t budge. Someone had locked the door. Which… was weird. The doors were nearly always left open, especially during school… Was it possible that Yuta hadn’t opened the doors? As team manager, he had his own spare keys, but Satoshi wasn’t even in his own body at the moment, and it was unlikely he could just show up at his house and not get weird looks from his folks.

Satoshi pressed Nippori’s head against the door, he would hear someone talking, more than one person talking. People were inside the clubroom and they locked the door. Was it possible that it was the others? Did they know about the switched bodies’ thing?

He backed away from the door, lifting up a hand and knocking as loudly as he could. If the others were inside, if they were also part of this weird… phenomenon, then maybe they could try and figure this all out.

There was a pause, and then he heard the click of the lock, the door to the clubroom opening slowly before Hino’s head popped out. From where Satoshi was standing, he wasn’t used to being so… tall; he could see Ryosuke and Mizusawa, all three looking tense, the atmosphere so thick, it was unbearable. They were quiet, but Satoshi didn’t care. He needed to know, had to know, if this was going on with the rest of them.

“Excuse me, Hino-senpai,” Satoshi moved forward, letting himself push past Hino, his eyes still focused on the two third years in the room. He took a deep breath, still amazed he ran the entire way over, “Please tell me… this happened to all of us.”

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

OOC: I haaaaaaaaaate how long my posts are all the time... I really didn't mean for this to turn out this way, omg... D:


"He's Mizusawa," said Tsukimori, strangely enough in Mizusawa's body. Neither looked too happy about the turn of events.

Despite the fact that he was technically looking at Hino, Kiyama's eyes fell. Not only did he feel guilty over the classroom fiasco, but he suddenly felt compelled to observe whatever unspoken rule that had been going on between them... something about limited contact, even contact of the eyes. Kiyama wasn't really in the mood to challenge any of that right now, particularly when he didn't have anything to say.

Instead, he trained his eyes on the rings he'd managed to find that morning and put on his fingers in proper Tsukimori. Looking at something that was so characteristically Ryosuke helped him focus on what he was saying, in a way. "And I'm sure he'd like an apology from you--me too, I guess. I mean, I owe him one... And....can I just say that since I know who I switched with... I'd be more than happy just staying here and keeping watch over my own body. I mean....I don't know who you got switched with Kiyama, but after the stunt in the classroom, I'm pretty sure I don't want you going anywhere."

Kiyama squared his jaw. Tsukimori's jaw. He knew that he'd just done something pretty dumb. He'd screwed them over and maybe even hurt them but considering what else was going on that day, it seemed like a really small thing. Yet, there Tsukimori was standing, acknowledging that he was acting the way he was because he had the privilege of knowing where his body was. For a moment, Kiyama remembered why he'd been so annoyed with the blonde yankee.

Luckily, came a more understanding voice. The voice of reason was Mizusawa, via Hino Tetsuya. "I can understand why you would be nervous, Kiyama. But maybe that's enough cause that we should go out and try to find the others.

For a moment, Kiyama forgot while he'd been so annoyed with Mizusawa, but he looked up and saw that the boy had slipped back into that obvious avoidance of eye contact. As usual.

Mizusawa went on. "Maybe ask them if something strange happened to them this morning, you know, something vague. So they... if it didn't happen to them, they won't suspect anything. Or we could text them, if we can't find them in person. I really have no idea where Hino is..."

Those were good ideas. But unfortunately, they were also good ideas Kiyama had already thought of. He opened his mouth to note that, but he was cut off by the jiggling of the doorknob. A few seconds later came a series of loud knocks; it sounded like whoever was on the other side of that door wanted in, and wanted in now.

Mizusawa looked at both of the other boys, a finger to his lips. Then he crept towards the door, unlocked it and slowly opened the door...

When suddenly, someone shoved him out of the way and bounded into the clubhouse. “Excuse me, Hino-senpai,” went the boy, making his way into the room. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he looked Kiyama and Tsukimori and uttered, “Please tell me… this happened to all of us.”

There was only one person who'd rush into the locker room like that who'd be calling Hino senpai, and that was...

"Tsuchiya?" Kiyama asked, but he was staring straight at Nippori Keiji.

He thought a minute. In the last few seconds he'd learned that wasn't just him, Tsukimori, Mizusawa in this whole mess, but Hino, Tsuchiya and Nippori as well? Should he go ahead and assume that it was the whole freaking team? Half of them weren't accounted for yet, including the person in Kiyama's body, which was in no way comforting.

Kiyama looked to the other two boys. "Mizusawa, I'm sorry... I can talk to you and Tsukimori about..." Kiyama sighed. If it wasn't awkward before, suddenly having an unrelated party in the room really didn't help matters. "...what just happened later but it's looking like this problem is bigger than we know."

Next, he turned to the second-year, looking him over. While Nippori wasn't the most forthright person he knew, for some reason, he just seemed a lot more meek and subdued than normal. Yet most notable was the fact that his hair hadn't been smoothed back into his trademark pompadour... and Kiyama knew exactly why. Not two hours before, he'd had his own difficulties trying to manage Tsukimori's hair in its usual up-do.

"If you're Tsuchiya, then yes, this has happened to all of us. I've already used Tsukimori's phone to call and text myself this morning. Whoever woke up in my body in my house should see my phone and my message." Kiyama paused, considering the possibility that the person in his body would ignore his attempts to contact him, and return things to the way they were supposed to be. Just to make sure, Kiyama pulled Tsukimori's phone out of his pocket and started going through the motions of sending another message. While scrolling through some menus, he couldn't help but crack a small smile. "Oh, by the way, Kaede's pretty pissed with you right now, Tsukimori."

When he was done, he closed the phone, and looked over the others in the room, his face the epitome of seriousness.

"I don't know who's in my body, or where they are, or what they're doing, but I elect we do whatever we can to get find everyone as soon as possible." Kiyama stole a look at who would be Tsukimori Ryosuke. "I don't care who has to follow me, but I'd really like to find my body, and I'd wager that right now at least Hino and Nippori are somewhere thinking the same thing."

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

OOC: This makes me want to do a post, where the female characters switch with the guys! ^^;;;;


Ryosuke realized he seemed to be the only one in the room who was so annoyed by what was being done with his body. Even Mizusawa didn't seem so bitter about what Kiyama had done to his body! Which was....surprising, in some ways, and Ryosuke found himself glancing time and time again at the other boy, in his new Hino body, trying to work out what expression he was wearing. Hino seemed to have one of those distinctly "everything that's not a smile looks the same"-type faces. Ryosuke didn't think Mizusawa could possibly be happy about what had transpired, but given that he didn't seem too upset either....

"I can understand why you would be nervous, Kiyama." He was speaking now. Ryosuke watched him carefully, folding his arms.

"But maybe that's enough cause that we should go out and try to find the others. Maybe ask them if something strange happened to them this morning, you know, something vague. So they...if it didn't happen to them, they won't suspect anything."

A pause. Ryosuke didn't want to really go anywhere--he was beginning to get really uncomfortable in this new body--but he knew Mizusawa had a point. There was no guarantee that the others they had switched with would show up in the Tumbling's meeting room, and nor was there even a guarantee that the people they'd switched with were actual Tumbling team members. What if completely random students had ended up switching with some of them? Then what happened....?

"Or we could text them, if we can't find them in person. I really have no idea where Hino is..."

Ryosuke nodded at that thought, reaching into a pants pocket for Mizusawa's phone, which he'd stashed there.

Knock knock knock!

Ryosuke spun around at about same time as everyone else in the room. Hino Mizusawa gestured for them to be quiet as he moved carefully for the door to the clubhouse, then opened it.

It was Nippori. A....frantic-looking Nippori.

Ryosuke absentmindedly raised a hand that wasn't his own in his usual Yankee fashion to signal hello, but quickly lowered it back to his side when he realized that if he was really looking at Nippori, he probably wouldn't understand the gesture. Not from someone who was not Ryosuke or Aniki.

“Excuse me, Hino-senpai!"

Or....evidentally Hino.

Hino-senpai?

Ryosuke did a double blink.

“Please tell me… this happened to all of us.”

"Tsuchiya?" Ryosuke-Kiyama said it all for them.

For a moment, Ryosuke actually felt the slightest bit of amusement. A small smile even crept across his features as he looked back at his best friend's body, now fully understanding why the hairstyle was maddeningly different, why his manners had become so pristine.....

"Oh....I feel sorry for you, Tsuchiya." Ryosuke's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Good luck with Nippori in your body. He's clumsy as hell...." He laughed lightly, until he saw his own body standing not too far away again. He was reminded of what had happened earlier. Not that he could say much or should laugh. He'd already had one huge embarrassment in this whole thing.

As if aware of Ryosuke's thoughts, Kiyama began to speak again. Ryosuke had to look away, because his voice just seemed unnatural coming from his body sounding so.....deadpan. "Mizusawa, I'm sorry... I can talk to you and Tsukimori about..."

He paused, and Ryosuke felt a twinge of guilt. The other Yankee seemed really reluctant and apologetic about what had happened. He didn't want to keep bothering him about it, but then...if he felt so bad, why had he done it in the first place?

"...what just happened later but it's looking like this problem is bigger than we know."

Ryosuke didn't say anything, merely nodded. As much as he wanted to know what that had all been about--and did he? Maybe he didn't want to know, come to think of it--it was probably better they got everything else resolved first. Even though they were fooling around or laughing at each other, Ryosuke was aware that everyone was probably as scared about what was going on as he was. Mizusawa had a nice home and family and his body was.....well, it was okay. Ryosuke didn't really go around admiring other guys' bodies, but Mizusawa was clean, stayed in shape....At least he hadn't turned into Potato Jerk or something like that....That would have been unbearable.

"If you're Tsuchiya, then yes, this has happened to all of us. I've already used Tsukimori's phone to call and text myself this morning. Whoever woke up in my body in my house should see my phone and my message."

"But they'll wonder why I wrote to them and not their body, ya know?" Ryosuke sighed. "They probably think they did a direct switch too, not that you ended up in my body instead....." He sighed.

At the thought, Kiyama pulled out Ryosuke's phone and started going through the messages--the former blonde Yankee opened his Mizusawa mouth in silent protest--when the other Yankee suddenly spoke up again, smirking.

"Oh, by the way, Kaede's pretty pissed with you right now, Tsukimori."

Ryosuke blanched at Kiyama's words. "Ka....Kaede-chan?"

Kiyama's reaction looked grotesquely unnatural on Ryosuke's own face. One second smirking, the next, flipping the cell phone shut almost nonchalantly, as though it hardly mattered what Kaede thought or felt, and then that otherwise unfamiliar look of grave seriousness was on his face again.

Ryosuke's heart sank. He just remembered.....he was supposed to have met Kaede-chan at the bus stop between their houses so they could walk to school together. He'd been so preoccupied waking up in someone else's body--and after all, who could blame him for that?--that he'd completely forgotten. He and Kaede had been planning on this for a long time too......She'd said she was making some breakfast muffins for the two of them.

Ryosuke hung his not-so-Ryosuke-head in his hands. Everything was falling apart today.....

"I don't know who's in my body," Kiyama went on in his Ryosuke voice, "or where they are, or what they're doing, but I elect we do whatever we can to get find everyone as soon as possible. I don't care who has to follow me, but I'd really like to find my body, and I'd wager that right now at least Hino and Nippori are somewhere thinking the same thing."

"Okay....okay, okay." Ryosuke closed his eyes and managed a deep breath to calm himself a little more. "We can do what you want. We can...go looking for you, but...." He paused, his hands balled into fists. "Do you think you could just.....maybe....a little consideration for my body? Just a little? From now on? You haven't even spent--" he quickly glanced at the Mizusawa watch on his wrist, "--three hours in my body and you've already turned me into a huge, demented, deviant let-down...."

He was thinking about how if and when he ever got to return to his old body, and he sure was missing it by this point, especially watching it make otherwise totally unfamiliar faces that made him feel a tad uneasy, he would have a lot of explaining to do. He'd probably end up on bad terms with Kaede-chan, and likely the rest of his classmates would be eager to start up some nice juicy rumors about that juicy kiss he'd shared with Mizusawa........

"If we're going to go looking for our bodies, the ones not with us right now, that is, should we get started?" He nodded over to Tsuchiya, biting a lip. "I wasn't kidding about Nippori, you know. He's a pretty optimistic guy. Knowing him, he'll be having lots of fun right about now."

He looked to Hino Mizusawa by the door. "What do you think?"

[Mizusawa Taku]

ooc: I'm so sorry if this post sucks! It's 6:30AM now, but I really wanted to get some posts done!

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Mizusawa cautiously turned the lock on the door, then turned the knob, pulling the door open to reveal--

Nippori.

“Excuse me, Hino-senpai,” Satoshi moved forward, letting himself push past Hino, his eyes still focused on the two third years in the room. He took a deep breath, still amazed he ran the entire way over, “Please tell me… this happened to all of us.”

Mizusawa took in the second year's appearance. His hair...wasn't as Yankee-like as it would normally be. In fact, he no longer had it done in that pompadour style of his. It didn't really remind him of Nippori at all...And with the way he was speaking, addressing Hino as a sempai...

"Tsuchiya?" Kiyama asked, but he was staring straight at Nippori Keiji.

Kiyama had noticed before he'd come to the same realization. This wasn't Nippori, it was Tsuchiya. Meaning two more people were involved in this body-switching fiasco. He hadn't expected the situation to be as bad as it clearly was. What if they couldn't find everyone in time? What if they had to go back to the homes of the people whose bodies they were currently in, and then spend the entire night pretending they were these people? Mizusawa wasn't sure he could deal with another night at Hino's place. Silly as it sounded, Hino's father scared him. It hurt to know that Hino had to deal with that every night.

"Mizusawa, I'm sorry... I can talk to you and Tsukimori about..." Kiyama was speaking, bringing Mizusawa back to reality at the sound of his own name, as a sigh now escaped the other boy's lips. "...what just happened later but it's looking like this problem is bigger than we know."

Mizusawa nodded in agreement, not sure he could trust himself with speaking at the moment. The truth was, he still wasn't sure he wanted an apology. He wasn't sure what to think about what had happened between him, Kiyama, and Ryosuke. And right now, considering they had much bigger fish to fry, it shouldn't be worth his concern all that much, even if it was certainly one of the things weighing on his mind.

"If you're Tsuchiya, then yes, this has happened to all of us. I've already used Tsukimori's phone to call and text myself this morning. Whoever woke up in my body in my house should see my phone and my message."

"But they'll wonder why I wrote to them and not their body, ya know?" Ryosuke sighed. "They probably think they did a direct switch too, not that you ended up in my body instead....." He sighed.

Mizusawa watched the interaction between the two boys, then watched carefully as Kiyama took out Ryosuke's phone and seemed to be going through it. Looking at the way they treated each other, he wondered for a moment about their friendship. "Oh, by the way, Kaede's pretty pissed with you right now, Tsukimori."

He looked over at Ryosuke in his body, and saw the boy already looking a bit disconcerted.

Ryosuke blanched at Kiyama's words. "Ka....Kaede-chan?"

But even though he'd been joking a moment before, suddenly Ryosuke-Kiyama had a serious look on his face again, scanning the expressions of all the others in the room. Mizusawa stared back at him, prepared for what he had to say.

"I don't know who's in my body, or where they are, or what they're doing, but I elect we do whatever we can to get find everyone as soon as possible." Kiyama stole a look at who would be Tsukimori Ryosuke. "I don't care who has to follow me, but I'd really like to find my body, and I'd wager that right now at least Hino and Nippori are somewhere thinking the same thing."

Mizusawa nodded in agreement. He could imagine what Hino was thinking right now, probably searching everywhere for whoever he had ended up becoming. And likely it wasn't something Hino was enjoying very much, since he'd always seemed pretty protective of his own body.

Well... Mizusawa thought, giving himself and Hino a mental hug. I'll take proper care of it for you, I promise, Hino. He opened his mouth to agree verbally with Kiyama, but Ryosuke beat him to the punch.

"Okay....okay, okay." Ryosuke closed his eyes and managed a deep breath to calm himself a little more. "We can do what you want. We can...go looking for you, but...." He paused, his hands balled into fists. "Do you think you could just.....maybe....a little consideration for my body? Just a little? From now on? You haven't even spent--" he quickly glanced at the Mizusawa watch on his wrist, "--three hours in my body and you've already turned me into a huge, demented, deviant let-down...."

It still felt weird, hearing his own voice speak, seeing his own mouth move in such a Ryosuke-fashion. He doubt, even if they had to spend the next few weeks like this that he would ever fully be able to get used to it. But he prayed it wouldn't be that long before they figured out what to do.

"If we're going to go looking for our bodies, the ones not with us right now, that is, should we get started?" He nodded over to Tsuchiya, biting a lip. "I wasn't kidding about Nippori, you know. He's a pretty optimistic guy. Knowing him, he'll be having lots of fun right about now."

He looked to Hino Mizusawa by the door. "What do you think?"

Mizusawa nodded again, as he had for Kiyama. This time he spoke, in that little, but authoritative Hino voice of his. "Definitely. Why don't we start texting everyone as well?" He began to take out his phone and then stopped. Had Hino ever really bothered to write down the names and numbers of their team mates? Even now, he was slowly getting closer and closer to them, but he'd never fully acted as "part of the team".

He scrolled through the phone for a moment, not spotting any team members names or numbers, except his own of course, and Yuuta's. Well, Yuuta...he could text that one.

"I'll get Yuuta's phone," he told them, then frantically began typing out a message to his best friend. It felt weird to be typing as Hino...Who had Yuuta become?

Yuuta,

This isn't who you think this is. Something really strange has happened. Please text me back to let me know where you are. The rest of the team is worried too.

Mizusawa

Finishing up the text, he hit the send button and then looked up, only to see the others still standing there. "Shall we go?" he asked, looking from one to the other.

ooc: I think the next poster is going to have to do the brunt of the work. I'm sorry. m(_ _)m But there really wasn't much further I could take this without making Mizusawa come off as too strong yet again (like I had to do in the forest post and somewhere else too). So if the next person can lead the way searching the school for the others (I give you permission to write that my character is following you XD), they can then tag the next person, and I think that would be the best bet. In the end, if we end up having to wait for some people, we can just pretend that they had to spend the night in these bodies, right? And write it based on that. (For example, if Ryosuke was really worried how Kiyama will treat his body, he can "have a sleepover" with him at his own place, ne?)