Revenge of the Body-Snatchers (Open)

[Mizusawa Taku]

Regarding the canons (though anyone can jump in on this one), we will be switching with the following:

Hino >>> Kiyama
Kiyama >>> Ryosuke
Wataru >>> Satoshi
Mizusawa >>> Hino
Ryosuke >>> Mizusawa
Satoshi >>> Nippori
Nippori >>> Wataru

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

ooc: So, godplaying for Mizusawa's room and his mom has been allowed!

Ryosuke opened his eyes slowly, and as the room around him came into view, that was when he realized he was not, in fact, in his own room.

Yet even so, it took mere minutes for him to recall where he'd seen this place.

And less than ten seconds after that to realize that he was not, in fact, in his own bed. But another person's bed. Another guy's bed. Mizusawa Taku's, to be precise.

Some strangled form of a scream escaped from Ryosuke's mouth as he scrambled to get out of the bed, tangling himself in the sheets and going flying off the edge. The sound that came out of his mouth was strange, not like himself at all--hell his voice had cracked--but everything finally went silent after he landed with a loud THUNK on the floor.

"Taku, honey, be careful!"

Ryosuke recognized the voice of Mrs. Mizusawa coming up to him from downstairs. He had no doubt in his mind where he was now, but the thing that most mattered.....How had he gotten here, first of all, and what had he been doing, sharing the bed with...with Mizusawa? Had he been drugged? Had Mizusawa drugged him some time yesterday and dragged him back to his home to...to....have his way with him in some sick form of revenge, perhaps, for having walked in on him and Hino? Ryosuke felt bile rise in his throat, remembering how comfortable and warm he'd felt in the bed before he'd woken up, how at home he'd felt, like he'd slept in that bed many times before and wanted to and...

First things first.

Ryosuke started scrambling under the sheets again until he finally got them over his head, and the first place he looked to was the bed itself.

Empty. Aside from an old-looking teddy bear and the now partially-sheetless mattress, there was nothing. Ryosuke had been alone.

The Yankee felt a wave of relief move through him, and he sighed. For all he knew, he might have gotten himself in some kind of bad situation last night, and maybe Mizusawa had rescued him. Maybe Mizusawa had given him his bed, and then gone to sleep on the couch or something. Anyway, Ryosuke couldn't imagine Mizusawa as some kind of man-rapist or anything like that. The guy didn't seem to have a bad bone in his body.

That was when Ryosuke realized he wasn't wearing his usual clothes. In fact, whatever he had on looked quite small for someone like him, looking down, but they seemed to fit just fine. He pondered if maybe Mizusawa had asked if Ryosuke could borrow his dad's clothes or something, but that only led to Ryosuke wondering just who the hell had dressed him in them and thought they actually had the right to...

There was a knock on the door. "Taku, are you up? Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes, and you don't want to be late for school!"

Ryosuke furrowed his brow, confused. What the hell was that about? Taku wasn't in the room with him. Surely his mom realized that. He was probably snoring away peacefully on their couch or something.

The Yankee shrugged, still rather overwhelmed in the confusion of it all, and called back, "Uhhh, yeah, thanks." He wouldn't pass up a breakfast, if it was being offered to him. But he did hope Mizusawa's mom realized where her actual son was, and he was also wondering what kind of cold he'd picked up to end up sounding...

Just like Mizusawa Taku.

The thought hit Ryosuke last minute, and suddenly, he feared the worse. Withdrawing his hands from the tangle of sheets, he brought them, shaking, slowly up to his face and began to feel around. The skin wasn't his, he knew that right off the bat. He and Mizusawa had a noticeably different skin type, and this definitely wasn't his. He felt his eyes, which seemed somehow smaller, traced the curve of what could only be defined as a brand new nose and set of lips, then had his hands travel to his hair. His hair, which would have been one of his pride and joys, had it actually been his. No....the locks he was touching were a different coarseness, different length....he didn't even know if he could style this kind of hair the way he styled his own.

And all this meant one thing. He wasn't himself. So.....

As if in some kind of trance, Ryosuke made for one corner of the room, where he somehow seemed to already have known about the existence of a mirror. And yet even before he looked into it, he hesitated, almost afraid of what he'd see.

"Shit. Shit, I'm Mizusawa." Ryosuke didn't think it was real, staring back at himself and hearing common words in his vocabulary come out of the mouth of someone else, looking odd as they were said too. "How did this happen?" He traced his facial outlines again, as if testing out his new look, and felt his heart sink. How did this happen? How could this happen? And if he was in Mizusawa's body, did that mean Mizusawa was in his?

"Shit! He's gonna make me into a gay player!" Ryosuke's new Mizusawa eyes widened in shock.

"Ten minutes, Taku, hon!"

Within the next minute, Ryosuke somehow managed to gather all the necessary belongings for the morning: towels, clothing, school stuff, and Ryosuke even found some minor hair styling supplies. He hadn't really even had to look. Something in him had just known where everything was.

"This day gets weirder," Ryosuke mumbled to himself, setting all the unneccessaries aside and gathering up the towel and other bath supplies. He had ten minutes to get his new Mizusawa butt down to the his new mom's kitchen to eat a brand new breakfast with his brand new mouth. He wasn't going to spend more than five minutes in the damned shower, if he could help it. He didn't want to have to soap up any guy's body other than his own, but he also didn't want to show up to Karasumori--himself or not--stinky.

The five minute shower went quick enough. The most significant moment had been an accidental peek at parts Ryosuke had never really looked at on anyone other than himself, and though he hadn't felt initially as "disgusted" as he thought he might, he silently prided himself in the fact that Mizusawa, while not a small guy, definitely didn't have him topped in the size department.

And five minutes after that, after Ryosuke had done some quick miracle work on Mizusawa's hair and gotten dressed, he somehow found his way down the stairs to the kitchen, and at a spot some inner instinct told him he sat in every morning, and then he'd downed his breakfast quickly and rushed off, avoiding as much conversation with his new mother as possible. Though Ryosuke had to admit that the devotion and attention Mrs. Mizusawa placed on her only son was enviable. If he'd grown up with a mother so doting, he was almost positive he might have ended up like Mizusawa himself.

Just bigger, he'd thought to himself, laughing in a cute chuckle that wasn't quite his own, all the way to school.

Anyway, he was mainly rushing to school because he wanted to be there before the real Mizusawa in his body. He wanted to make sure the other wasn't going to try to put moves on some of their classmates, just because he'd be in Ryosuke's body and therefore could. With a Yankee body, even if it wasn't his own, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted without even allowing for so much as a question from anyone.

Yet Ryosuke found he was the first person in his classroom, once he arrived at the school. He bit his lip, eager to sit in his usual spot, but somehow drawn to the one his new body's original owner usually sat in. In the end, he opted for the latter, thinking it was best if he just played along with whatever the hell was going on in his life. Maybe it was all a test. A test of character, yeah. And if he got through it without making a mess of Mizusawa's life, then he'd be able to go back to his own body.

He could do this. He definitely could.

I have to, he couldn't help thinking, sliding into Mizusawa's empty chair with a sinking feeling in his gut.


OOC: Okay, that was really long, I'm so sorry! Anyway, here is Mizusawa's new hair look, as styled by Ryosuke! He's been sex-ified!

CLICKY

[Tsuchiya Satoshi]

ooc: I asked CJ and she said I could work around the Nippori family. HERE I GO!

The first thing Satoshi noticed when he woke up was that he was on his stomach. The second thing he noticed was that someone was on his back, screaming in his ear telling him to "Wake up, Oniichan! Wake up!"

...Oniichan?

He groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He tried to turn over, the person, or maybe now it was persons, toppled over, squealing at the action. An annoyed voice from farther away silenced the people who were on his back. "Hush! Oniichan was up late, let him sleep a little longer."

"Can I have his breakfast?"
"No! Me! I want it!"

Satoshi let out another groan, "Mmmrf?" He pushed himself up, blinking a couple of times before something registered in his brain.

He wasn't in his own bed. He was in a laid out futon, three more were also spread out in a tiny room separated by a blanket. The blanket was pushed back, showing two boys fighting over a bowl of rice and a slightly older girl in the kitchen. She made her way over to him, smiling, "Good morning, Oniichan. Breakfast is ready."

Satoshi frowned, slowly sitting up. "O...Oniichan?" He rested a hand against his forehead. ...His hair was longer than normal. His voice was different. He stumbled to his feet, looking around frantically, spotting a bathroom. He raced towards it, ignoring the girl's surprise. He stared at the mirror, eyes in disbelief.

Nippori's face greeted him in the mirror. He was in Nippori's body. Somehow. He was in Nippori's house. Those were Nippori's siblings.

A loud banging shook him out of his near panic attack, the girl, what had Nippori called her? Hinako? was calling out. "Oniichan! Are you okay? You're scaring the boys!"

"Um... I'm... I'm fine!" He stared at the mirror, his eyes still wide. "Just give me a minute!" Turning on the sink, he splashed some water on is face, smacking his cheeks in case this was all just a dream...

A peek at the mirror showed that, no, he was still Nippori. He dried his face, hopeless at how one could pull off that crazy hairdo Nippori always wore. In the end, he ran his fingers through the coarse hair, styling it the best he could.

He stepped out of the bathroom, keeping his mouth shut as Hinako handed him a bowl of rice. The two younger boys continued to roughhouse around the table, stopping only when Hinako sternly told them to eat or else she would give their food to Oniichan. It quickly shut them up and for a while, everything was quiet.

Satoshi lowered his bowl, thanking the girl for the food as he stood, "I'm going to school." He managed to find his school bag among the pile of what he could only guess near the door, his mind still numb as he ended up in front of Karasumori High.

There was no way he was going to survive as a second year. No way.



ooc: Nippori now looks like this. At least hair-wise.

[Mizusawa Taku]

"Wake up, you lazy, good-for-nothing--"

The voice was loud, commanding. It was coming from a big mountain troll in Mizusawa's dream. He stared at it, wondering why it was telling him to wake up. "I am awake, " he told it, standing his ground. Suddenly, the troll launched a canon ball at him, and it--surprisingly--only whacked him in the side of the head.

"Itai..." he groaned, rubbing the spot where the canon ball had hit. It might not be as heavy as a real canon ball, but that had still hurt!

"I swear, Tetsuya, if you do not get up right now..."

Wait, Tetsuya? Hino's first name?

"I'm not Tetsuya..." he tried to explain, but suddenly he was feeling very groggy.

"Not Tetsuya my arse, boy. Already missed morning practice, I swear if you miss school you'll regret the day you were born, you--"

That was when he finally woke up. The troll disappeared, the castle he'd been guarding disappeared (that would be the last time he played WoW until 3 in the morning), and he found his top half sprawled uncomfortably over a glass coffee table, some sheets of paper in English scattered beneath him. He was partly in a sitting position, his lower half resting on a cream-colored couch. The side of his face had begun to hurt where it had been pressed against the glass, but that wasn't what was bothering him. He was in a living room. But it wasn't his.

Blinking his eyes to clear his vision, he rubbed a hand across his forehead and looked up.

And jumped.

Hino's father was standing over him, glaring at him as though he had just committed a felony. He swallowed hard, trying to recall why he was at Hino's house and why he was in the living room. Where was Hino? Why was his dad giving him daggers? Completely confused, he said the first thing he could think of. "I-I'm sorry..."

His heart skipped a beat. Wait. Why had Hino's voice just come out of his mouth?

The dad didn't look all that interested. "Just get up and get to school. You better not fail that exam. Not like you haven't failed me enough already..."

Mizusawa just stared at him, stunned. Why was he talking to him like this? Was this how he addressed guests? Deciding that maybe he was still stuck somewhere halfway between dreaming and reality, he shook his head and got to his feet, stretching a little to relieve the cramped feeling that had come about by his sleeping position.

"I'm sorry. I'll go find Tetsuya," he said, his heart skipping another beat at the sound of his dream-induced, Hino-esque voice. He began to trudge down the hall, to where he strangely knew the bathroom was, so he could splash some water on his face before he decided to approach Hino. Better to wake up and find out what was going on before bothering the other boy. He decided to ignore Mr. Hino's sarcastic, "Very funny, boy", and gently closed the bathroom door behind him.

He relieved himself first, then turned to the sink to wash his hands. And screamed.

With Hino's voice.

Because as he had just realized, he was Hino.

Slamming into the tiled wall behind him, he stared in horror, the same horror reflected on the face of his schoolmate lover, who was reflected back at him in the mirror.

"H-Hino...?" he whispered, barely trusting himself to speak. He watched as the Hino in the mirror spoke too, his lips synced perfectly with Mizusawa's. His heart beating a mile a minute, he took a fragile step forwards, reaching up slowly to touch his hair, his silky black hair--not the dyed brown, slightly-coarse hair he'd always woken up to. His fingers splayed over his new face, noting how his new eyelids were missing the traditional Asian epicanthic eyefolds, how his nose was a little more hooked, but still cutesy nonetheless. How his lips had seemed to grow to a size he hadn't know was possible on guys, until he'd met Hino. All the characteristics of Hino's face. Because he now was Hino. Slowly, he was coming to grips with that. It didn't make things any less scary, and he almost wondered if he was still dreaming. But this felt real--a bit like vertigo, but still real.

He looked down at the simple dark blue paisley pajamas, down at Hino's frail body--then had a really dirty thought that he had just used the bathroom for Hino, had touched Hino's...Reaching down slowly, he gingerly touched it again, wrapped his hand around it. God, that felt good.

What are you doing? His conscience seemed to be calling him out for his actions. Stop that and get a grip!

Realizing how bad it was that he was touching Hino without his consent, he quickly let go of himself, a blush rising to his cheeks. He hadn't been able to help it at the thought of the other boy...

Which got him to thinking.....if he was Hino, did this mean that Hino was in his body?

He knew he had to find him, so they could figure out what had happened.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he tiptoed down the hallway so as not to warrant Hino's father's attention again, creeping into the room he knew was Hino's. He saw Hino's school uniform laid out on a chair by a desk and quickly gathered it in his arms, as well as a clean pair of boxers and socks from the nearby bureau. Then, he crept back into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and stripping down to take a quick shower. He was good in the shower and avoided doing anything he wasn't sure Hino would want him to do. After washing up as thoroughly as possible, he towelled himself off, brushed his teeth, combed his hair neatly, and redressed in the school uniform, hesitantly making his way out of the bathroom and back to the living room.

"Ano...Father?" The words felt strange, between hearing his new voice and speaking to a man who was acting far from fatherly. "Tet--I mean, Taku isn't here today, is he?"

Hino's father gave him an annoyed look. "Why are you asking me? Of course not. You were told never to bring any guests over on a studying night.

"Oh." Mizusawa looked away, back at the glass coffee table he had been resting on earlier. Then it occurred to him. The English papers on the table...had Hino been studying for an exam in English? "What time is it?" he asked, now trying to find a nearby clock to see for himself.

"Time for you to get yourself to school. Your mother already packed you a lunch and a riceball for breakfast. Now hurry up before you're late!" His voice was booming, threatening. Mizusawa wondered if he always had that tough-guy thing going on. He hadn't been to Hino's house enough times to find out.

But now he had to think...So, Hino wasn't here. Did that mean Hino was at his house, getting ready for school as the new Mizusawa? Then, he'd have to go to school and go to his normal classroom, to find Hino. If he hurried, there would be some time for him to find out what happened, and to talk with Hino about it, before he'd have to rush off to Hino's class to take an unexpected English exam. It wasn't his strongest subject, but he could probably BS his way through it. Not to mention though, he didn't know which classroom Hino was in...

Murmuring a quick "thank you", he grabbed his prepared lunch, wolfing down his riceball breakfast (even though it wasn't proper to eat in the streets) and catching a bus at the nearest bus stop. He was lucky that Hino had some money in his school pockets, because he'd completely forgotten to ask for some from Hino's father.

The riceball had been good, but the closer he got to his school, the more it seemed to feel like the riceball was rolling around uncomfortably in his otherwise empty stomach. He was very, very nervous about this. How many people could say they had switched bodies with someone for a day? No matter how much he loved Hino, he had never actually wanted to be him. This was absolutely ridiculous.

By the time he had reached the school, he was rushing to his usual classroom, up the few flights of stairs and down the hall. He ignored the stares of passersby, probably people who recognized him as the original "star" of the male tumbling team. Finding his classroom, he skidded to a halt, sliding the door open gently to peer inside. He gave a sigh of relief. The room was not completely full yet. And judging by the clock on the wall, he had about five minutes to chat with Hino before he had to rush off to take a test.

All that was assuming Hino Mizusawa was here.

His breath catching again, he bit his lip and looked in the direction of his usual chair, feeling something like a sense of longing, wishing he could just sit there like normal today. He'd never before wanted so badly to just be himself. Being close to Hino was one thing, but being inside him was entirely another. He wanted his old life back.

Someone was sitting in his seat. He could see from here. At first he didn't recognize them, and he had to squint to make out who it was.

The red and black messenger bag gave it away. It was him. Only, it was him with Hino inhabiting his body. He would have breathed a sigh of relief to see himself there, but there was something wrong. What...what had Hino done to his hair? It looked darker than normal, but maybe that was only because it had very obviously been gelled up. Parts of it were sticking up and looked pointy, like something a Yankee would do with his hair. Mizusawa frowned, and subconsciously reached up to touch Hino's finely-brushed hair, hair he had made sure to keep the way Hino liked it. What the heck was Hino thinking?

Gathering the courage to go into the room, he slid the door open fully, marching past familiar classmates who would have no clue who he was. He stopped in front of his own desk, in front of a Mizusawa whose attention he did not yet have. Taking a deep breath, he began.

"Hino? I need to talk to you."

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

OOC: Damn, this is long and I didn't proofread it, sorry! And it sucks...

"Abunai otoko ni / damasarenai my lollipop..."

Still in bed, eyes firmly shut, Kiyama flung his arm in the direction of this the offensive dance music that had attacked his quiet. It took a few tries, and he nearly knocked over a lamp, but he finally got hold of his cellphone and shut off the ringer. Annoyed, he buried his head of his pillow and tried to milk the rest of the morning sleep for all it was worth before his alarm would go off.

That's when he noticed a few things.

He had never heard that song before in his life. Why would it be his ringtone? And he could've sworn that his nightstand was on the other side of his bed. And why was his face in his pillow, anyway? He hated sleeping on his stomach...

His mind way to active to relinquish to a few more 'Z's, he pushed off his elbows and blinked the sleep from his eyes. Maybe it was because he wasn't quite awake yet, but it looked like his bedroom walls were a different color. Just like his sheets. And the hair that fell into his face.

Wait, what?!

Alarmed, Kiyama jumped out of his bed to confirm that it... wasn't his. Like... everything else in the room. He looked down to see that he wasn't even in his own clothes. It didn't even look like he was in his own skin.

He spun around, his eyes scanning the room. The furniture was in dark, bold colors, the walls plastered with posters of gravure models and rock bands, and on the far side of the room, a mirror--

Kiyama dashed towards it. Staring back at him wasn't him, but another tall boy with a mop of bleached blonde hair on the top of his head and a round nose and weird pouty lips and... No, he wasn't looking at his own reflection, but the reflection of...

"Tsukimori," he muttered. In Tsukimori's voice.

Then and there, Kiyama might've shrieked or some other mixed expression of surprise, horror, and realization, but some pop-rock song blasting from the phone on the nightstand shattered his train of thought.

He walked over to see Ryosuke's prized mobile phone vibrate a few times before it display a message of "8 NEW TEXT MESSAGES".

Kiyama flipped open the phone, to see a message sprinkled with emoticons inquiring what Ryosuke would be doing that night. Kiyama didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He promptly flipped the phone shut and bit his lip... okay, a lip, and thought a moment before opening it again. Accessing his contact list, Kiyama scrolled down to find his name between Kimiko-chan and Koko♥. Curious, he pressed a button and heard a boring simulated ring tone. "Because a guy having a special ring tone for another guy would be gay," he mused out loud, in Tsukimori Ryosuke's voice.

Then he clicked "SEND". After a painful wait and several rings, he was sent to his own voice mailbox.

Suddenly unsure of what to say, he found himself stuttering after the tone. "H-hey... it's me. You? Ryosuke... no, wait..." It made sense to assume that Ryosuke was having a similar... out-of-body experience in the Kiyama household right about then? Right? "Anyhow, call me back as soon as you get this. It's really important."

And after Kiyama hung up, he texted himself for good measure. Of course the ohter boy would call him back... he was used to checking his phone every five seconds! They'd get together, figure out whose ancestors they angered or what voodoo curse they triggered and atone. Or something.

In the meantime, he figured he'd ready himself for school... he'd probable meet Ryosuke... himself there in the long run. The preparations were surprisingly easy. Somehow, he seemed to remember what his classmate would do and where everything was. His only roadblock came at the end -- he was to style Ryosuke's hair... presumably in the normal way. Kiyama never paid too much attention to it, and his crazy psychic limbs seemed to be failing him at that point. He nosed around the room, searching shelves and dresser drawers until he found an entire drawer dedicated to nothing but hair products and accessories. There were sprays and gels and bands and clips...

Kiyama blinked, and shut the drawer promptly.

There was no way.

Instead, he took a comb and ran it through his hair, eventually styling it with bangs, like he'd seen it a few days not too long ago... Tsukimori was particularly grumpy those days. Oh well.

Briefly interrupted by a text from a girl whose ringtone was Star Wars's Imperial March (he guessed things weren't looking good for Ryosuke and Maki-rin), he grabbed Ryosuke's crazy defaced schoolbag and left his bedroom, descending the stairs.

As soon as he got to the living room, he was greeted by a happy voice.

"'Morning, sleepyhead!" Kiyama looked around, half-expecting to see a whole clan of people with bleached hair and goofy grins, but the scene was normal. An average-looking Japanese woman -- Ryosuke's mother? -- sat in the living room sipping tea and watching the morning news, while a girl in the Kara High uniform was dashing about the kitchen, nearly tripping a few times. This must've been Ryosuke's sister... she'd talked about her sometimes, but Kiyama had never seen her.

"'Morning," Kiyama called, inching over towards the kitchen table; he guessed that was his breakfast still on it.

"Took your time, huh?" joked the sister.

Nervously chuckling, Kiyama sat down to the table and said his "itadakimasu" before taking a sip of now-frigid miso soup. Maybe he did take too long? He blamed the hair. He made his was through what was now and icy breakfast. A few times, he looked into the living room, to the missus of the Tsukimori house. The woman sat quietly, lips to her teacup, eyes on the weather report, She hadn't said a word to her son (or his stand-in). Did they have a fight or something? Kiyama found himself concerned.... was it always like this? From what he'd seen of the Azumas and the Nipporis, he'd assumed most of his acquaintances came from homes closer than his. He'd found himself jealous on more than one occasion, but this...

"Nii-chan, you feeling okay? You've been quiet all morning?"

"Yeah, a bit tired I guess."

Ryosuke's mom grunted.

But his sister smiled, "You should sleep more, dummy! Being out with those girls a night, y'know..." By the time Kiyama could look up and think of asking, the girl was at the door, with her schoolbag. "I'll be going now!"

"Have a good day, sweetie!" said the mother, much more warmly than Kiyama would've expected.

"Bye, Kaa-san! Nii-chan!"

Kiyama smiled at the girl as she left, but was unable to shake just how wrong this disparity in attention was. After the girl left, the house was silent, save for the entertainment show now on the television and occasional scrape of chopsticks against a bowl. He finished, and scuttled over to the doorway to put on Ryosuke's crazy dandy shoes.

"I'll be going..."

"Don't get into trouble," said Ryosuke's mom. The way she said it suggested that she thought it was a battle she'd already lost.

To that, Kiyama took his best guess at what Tsukimori Ryosuke would do, or maybe what he should do. He smiled his biggest, cheesiest grin and walked out of the door.




Hands tucked in his pockets, Kiyama slinked into classroom 3-E. HIs trek to school had been rather uneventful; somehow he'd managed to find his way form a neighborhood he barely knew (muscle memory?). He'd received a few more texts and a call that he refused to answer... none of them had come from him... self? Er, his body.

There were quite a few people already in homeroom when he entered, but unforuntately the seat by the back entrance, his seat, was still vacant. Trying not to get anxious, he walked across the back of the room to his seat by the window, dropping his back and sitting down. He crossed his legs and leaned over Wataru's still-empty desk as he looked around the classroom.

Amongst the people that were there were Mizusawa... and Hino? He was on the wrong hall, wasn't he? Perhaps it was something important, as Hino's face looked a bit more serious than he usually did... and that's saying a lot. He turned away for a moment, hoping that neither would speak to him. He didn't think Ryosuke was too close to those two anyway, but he didn't want to give anything away about the situation. It just... seemed like it should be a secret. Should anyone find out, he'd be stuck in Tsukimori's body forever. Not that Kiyama thought his body was the cat's meow, but he'd rather grown to like it over the years.

In any case, he would do his best to avoid any unnecessary contact; he had to wait for Ryosuke to arrive, so they could sort this out. Somehow. In the meantime, the usually quiet boy would try to function as a kid how said and did way too much, and hoped that some scorned girl wouldn't hunt him down and assault his manhood.

Kiyama was actually thinking he could manage when he looked up and saw that look from Mizusawa. It was a bit unsettling... that Mizusawa kid was observant. Had he seen through him already? Kiyama shifted in his seat, wondering what blatantly Tsukimori-like action he could take to dispel any doubt that he was indeed the Player Prince of the yankees.

...but nothing came to mind.

Kiyama ended up smirking nervously at his classmate, and sinking in his seat. It was probably going to be a very long day.

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

Ryosuke had spent maybe a minute, maybe less, musing about how unfortunate he'd become and how nervous he was about Mizusawa being in his body, when two people entered the room. (Though, he thought to himself, biding his time, he was particularly proud of his work on the other boy's hair. Mizusawa had actually earned a considerable amount of looks from some of the more popular girls. One had even winked, coming into the classroom.)

Ryosuke looked at her now, giving what would have been his trademark Ryosuke grin, had he not been in someone else's body. Trying to imagine his own dandy smile on another guy's face, Mizusawa's especially, seemed.....awkward. His face fell. That was when Ryosuke noticed the two new arrivals into the room out of the corner of his eye.

One was Hino, the other was....

Mizusawa. In his body.

"Hino? I need to talk to you."

Ryosuke was almost unaware of the words, or the boy who spoke them, or the fact that it was unlike Hino to waltz into the wrong classroom or talk about himself in the third person. He had far more drastic things to take care of.

"Oi!" Ryosuke stood up very suddenly, pushing back the chair to Mizusawa's desk with more force than he'd anticipated. It scraped across the floor and alarmed a group of schoolgirls heading in through the door at the front of the classroom. The sound of Ryosuke's usual manner of speaking sounded pretty odd coming out of his new mouth too. And now that he thought about it, even though he wanted to make sure Mizusawa didn't do anything more than.......necessary in his body, he also didn't want to draw too much attention to himself. Some students were already in the room and looking his way, maybe because of the makeover he'd bestowed upon Mizusawa.

Ryosuke moved forward quickly, trying to sit down as nonchalantly as possible in the seat that was normally Kaneko's, the desk right in front of his own normal spot, then swiveled around in his chair so that he was facing his own body.

He jumped a little. He seemed to be smiling back at himself, and that was probably more unsettling than anything else. He'd never imagined what it would be like to talk to himself. See himself from someone else's eyes. It was far different from looking in a mirror, like the kind of out of body experience that too literal and one he fared he didn't really want or need.

Ryosuke immediately got defensive, seeing the smirk on his own face. "You did something." He raised one finger and pointed at his smiling body, narrowing his eyes as he spoke in a heated, suspicious whisper. "What did you do? Look, I don't know how this happened or why, but it's not gonna last so.....so if you made me do something...."

He looked around. The girl who'd winked at him on his way into the classroom was still looking, and this time she was waving. To him. But not him as himself. To him as Mizusawa. To Mizusawa. He actually felt a tinge of jealousy that she had become so interested in Mizusawa and was entirely overlooking his normal body. She was one girl he'd never asked out before, but one he'd always thought was kind of pretty.

"I don't really know what to say to....myself, even if it's not myself," Ryosuke continued, looking away from the smiling girl and back to his own body. He refrained from looking into his own eyes, because that was just too odd to handle. "....but don't think you can start using my body for just any old thing, okay? No.....flirting with other guys or sleeping aro---you know what I mean, yeah? And what did you do to my hair!?"

[Mizusawa Taku]

Mizusawa would have expected Hino to give him his full attention, to want to settle this straight away. But, for whatever reason, this was not the way Hino as Mizusawa reacted. Suddenly, the other boy's head turned towards the door to the classroom, and he seemed to follow the person there until they sat down. Mizusawa looked up to see who Hino was looking at.

Ryosuke.

Why? Mizusawa wondered. Why would Hino be interested in Ryosuke, especially at a time like this? He was about to ask the other boy himself, when suddenly a loud, unbecoming warcry came out of the other boy's mouth, in what would otherwise be his own familiar, delicate voice.

"Oi!"

Mizusawa cringed as Hino Mizusawa's chair--normally his chair--scraped across the floor with a piercing sound. Even more than that, he was stunned at the way Hino was acting. The other boy had gotten to his feet now, moving over to Kaneko's desk and seating himself there to glare at Ryosuke. Mizusawa felt his mouth go dry. What was going on? Hino had completely ignored him.

"You did something." He raised one finger and pointed at his smiling body, narrowing his eyes as he spoke in a heated, suspicious whisper. "What did you do? Look, I don't know how this happened or why, but it's not gonna last so.....so if you made me do something...."

It was hard to hear what was being said, so he slowly moved closer. Even if it wasn't necessarily his business, he figured he had some right to listen in. After all, Hino was using his body to say what he was saying, right?

"I don't really know what to say to....myself, even if it's not myself."

Mizusawa froze where he was. Was that some kind of comment indirectly directed at him? Why was he telling this to Ryosuke? What the hell?

"....but don't think you can start using my body for just any old thing, okay? No.....flirting with other guys or sleeping aro---you know what I mean, yeah? And what did you do to my hair!?"

OK, this was all too much. Hino was acting really weird, and it was actually beginning to scare him. Waking up in Hino's body had been bad enough, but this was just scary.

"Hey," he spoke, stepping forward now so that he was directly in front of Ryosuke and Hino in his body. "What's going on?" he asked, lowering his voice as he saw a few girls in the classroom turn to see what was going on. His shoulders tensed. "Why are you telling all this to Ryosuke? What are you doing?" He wasn't quite sure how he could even portray exactly what he was feeling at that moment. Why would Hino say such things about a sexuality they both shared--and why not to him? It didn't make sense.

"I'm sorry, Ryosuke," he said softly, before turning away from the boy to face Hino. Grabbing Hino Mizusawa by the shoulders, he brought the other boy to his feet. "What's going on, Hino?" he asked again, his voice more firm now, his hold on the other boy tight. He needed to get to the bottom of this, for his own sanity.

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

OOC: Yes, OOC. I know this is out of character. But I don't think I care. ♥

Kiyama wasn't surprised that his smile seemed to irk Mizusawa; he was more than used to the animosity they'd had going, though he never quite figured out where it had come from.

Anyhow, he was surprised when Mizusawa turned around and started accosting him.

"You did something." At this point, Mizusawa pointed at him, his voice quiet and... angry? "What did you do? Look, I don't know how this happened or why, but it's not gonna last so.....so if you made me do something...."

Mizusawa looked up for a moment; Kiyama followed the boy's gaze to see a girl in the window. But for some reason, the greeting from the girl seemed to only tick Mizusawa off more.

"I don't really know what to say to....myself, even if it's not myself,"

Wait, what?

"....but don't think you can start using my body for just any old thing, okay? No.....flirting with other guys or sleeping aro---you know what I mean, yeah?

No... Kiyama didn't. What's with the crazy talk?

"And what did you do to my hair!?"

Screw your freaking diva hair, Tsukimori.

Wait a minute.

Kiyama backtracked. Mizusawa really wasn't making any sense... Unless he knew something about Tsukimori Ryosuke that he didn't?

Wait, why would he think the boy was gay? Tsukimori was probably the straightest guy Kiyama knew. Annoyingly straight. Offensively straight, at times. One of the few positive things Kiyama had gotten from his upbringing was a liberal mindset, and he'd often heard the blonde utter things that got under his own skin.

In fact, Kiyama would hazard, if anyone was gay--

Wait... did Mizusawa somehow sense Kiyama's presence in Tsukimori's body? Were they some kind of mortal enemies? He didn't remember the boy having any beef with--

Where the hell was Tsukimori--

Where the hell was his body--

Overwhelmed, Kiyama cradled his head -- no, Tsukimori Ryosuke's head -- in his hands. He couldn't keep up with his thoughts and quickly was finding himself getting annoyed.

Wondering how much was because he was technically using someone else's brain, not his own, he glanced across the room one last time to see that his seat was still empty. Then he looked back to Mizusawa. The boy was looking right back at him, his eyes fierce and agitated. Looking Mizusawa in the eyes was something odd. Had he been in his own body, he was sure that he wouldn't even bother looking at him. It was so weird. In fact, it was like Mizusawa was acting like--

This time, Kiyama's train of thought had been derailed by another. It occurred to him that, since he was in Tsukimori Ryosuke's body, he should... no, could... do Tsukimori Ryosuke-like things. And Tsukimori Ryosuke wouldn't take this kind of crap, ever. Not from a teammate, not from a friend.

Not to mention, Kiyama reaching the end of his own rope...

He stood up so quickly he knocked his chair over, cocking his head to the side like he'd often seen the blonde yankee do. And then Kiyama lowered his voice into a husky, dangerous-sounding whisper he couldn't manage in his own body. "Who do you think you are? And who exactly do you think you're talking to like that?"

This was fun. He hadn't done anything like this since his middle school days, years ago.

It's not like he liked being mad or causing a scene, but... it felt good. Liberating. He hadn't lost his temper in... forever. Feeling his mouth twitch and his nose wrinkle, and this desire to -- strike something, mess something up -- boil up from the pit of his stomach...

Sometime in the middle of his thoughts, Hino had waltzed up and was standing between Kiyama and his target. "I'm sorry, Ryosuke," the boy went, and Kiyama paused. When were they on a first-name basis? Kiyama knew that the blonde had a problem with Hino, a big one at that, and younger boy seemed to return those feelings. For some reason he didn't think that this had to do with some secret reconciliation the two had had... no, maybe he kid was trying to be funny?

Kiyama was sick of the underclassman's cocky little attitude, too, come to think of it. Maybe he'd get the chance to address that later.

But Kiyama was on a warpath now. He shoved Hino out of the way and grabbed Mizusawa by the collar.

Clicking his tongue, he pulled the shorter boy up so he was one the tip of his toes, and that the two were nearly eye to eye. Yeah, it had been a long time.

"There was a time when I thought you were a nice kid, y'know? When'd you get to be such a jackass?"

It wasn't until that moment he realized just how pissed off he was at Tsukimori's bigoted behavior, Mizusawa's unwarranted problem with him and... this freaking homophobia that both of them seemed to have. It was just wrong.

So freaking wrong.

"You know what I think is disgusting in all this? Do ya?" For a second, he considered punching Mizusawa, but even in his anger, he figured that was too much.

Suddenly something struck Kiyama. Something that was brilliant -- he wondered if it was actually randy Ryosuke's brain that was affecting his own thoughts again, but dammit, this was perfect, like poetic justice or something or--

Aw, what the hell...

Kiyama stifled an objection in the back of his mind, one that was so deep down in there he wasn't sure if it was his own thought or Tsukimori's instincts, or some combination of the two. But he shoved it away much like he'd shoved Hino away seconds before.

And he turned his head, leaned in, and planted his lips on the right on those of Mizusawa Taku.

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

Ryosuke was still glaring at his real body, when Hino--who the blonde Yankee-turned-Mizusawa had noticed before and thought nothing of--suddenly stepped forward. It wasn't unusual for the 2nd year to demand attention when he thought it was deserved, but now just wasn't the time. Ryosuke gave him something of a challenging look--or at least as challenging as could be managed in peaceful Mizusawa's body--when the other suddenly reached forward and pulled him to his feet, apologizing to Mizusawa in his body for the gesture.

Ryosuke opened his mouth to protest. Ironically enough, there was a part of him that seemed to find the gesture alluring, to say the least--oh gosh, were Mizusawa's thoughts infiltrating his own?--but his normal half was pretty upset. This was just not the time for him to be in Mizusawa Taku's body. If Hino was coming into a totally different homeroom just to talk to Mizusawa, Ryosuke got the impression it was for something 'serious', something he decided he'd rather not know anything about. And yet he couldn't just out and say, "Hey! I'm not Mizusawa, so back off!"

Ryosuke had reached up a Mizusawa hand to try and brush the other's firm grip off of him, when Hino began speaking. "What's going on, Hino?"

Hino? Why the hell was he talking to himself? Although, Ryosuke had just been talking to himself moments before too, even if it hadn't really been him in his own body. So wait, did that mean...?

Ryosuke turned around in his new body to face his former one, a sudden realization dawning on him, when he found himself looking back into a cold pair of eyes. His eyes. Only they weren't his, not like that anyway. And somehow Ryosuke didn't think it was possible for Mizusawa Taku to be in his body and manage that look even if he was furious. Was....was someone else in his body?

In fact, Ryosuke actually jumped in his new frame as he watched his own rise from his chair, kicking out at the desk in front of him as he got to his feet. Looking at himself from Mizusawa's point of view, Ryosuke suddenly understood even more why he'd been a feared member of Wataru's gang. Truth be told, he'd always felt like part of the gang, but never anyone super intimidating, though he might try and act tough. Looking at himself now, he could really understand why other students were afraid of him. He was tall and menacing, with whatever look that was on his face. And even though Mizusawa or whoever else was in his body, had failed to do his hair the way he liked, he thought he looked fairly cool too.

"Who do you think you are? And who exactly do you think you're talking to like that?"

Ryosuke turned back to Hino now, simultaneously shocked at the words coming from the mouth that was no longer his, and wondering if 'Hino' had caught onto the same thing he himself had, but the next thing he knew, his own body had stormed forward and shoved the 2nd year sideways. The look on Ryosuke's body's face was frightening. Ryosuke felt Mizusawa's feet leave the floor as he was lifted by his collar.

"There was a time when I thought you were a nice kid, y'know? When'd you get to be such a jackass?"

What the...?

A small pause, then, "You know what I think is disgusting in all this? Do ya?"

More silence. Ryosuke glared back at his own body in concern.

And then it happened.

Lots of thoughts ran through Ryosuke's Mizusawa brain as his own lips came at him full force, capturing him in the kind of whirlwind kiss he'd imagined having with the girls he liked most in school. First there had been a sense of total disgust, coupled with feelings of anger at what was being done to him and shame that it was being done in front of everyone else in the classroom. The fact that he, even if wasn't him, would appear to be the one who had instigated the heated kiss to the rest of his classmates was not only the epitome of embarrassing, but infuriating too. And yet, though it seemed cocky, he also couldn't help thinking what nice lips he had, and maybe a tad surprised he'd never noticed. And he thought he was a damn good kisser too, if this was how it felt when he kissed people. And maybe, maybe, was there just the slightest hint of an attraction? Being kissed by another guy in a setting that was kind of....naughty, to say the least, was that partly what was turning him on--

"NO!"

Ryosuke broke out of the kiss fiercely, shoving the large frame in front of him with both hands.

Those thoughts....those last thoughts....they hadn't been his. They'd come out of nowhere, hadn't they? He just didn't think that kind of stuff. He had no attraction to guys whatsoever....But....Mizusawa did. And he was in Mizusawa's body. Was it possible that he'd adopted Mizusawa's feelings as well? He didn't see how it could be possible when he'd for the most part kept all his wits about him and was more than aware that he wasn't in the right body or mind.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he finally came out with, his voice a little shaky.

He paused. Wait, no....whoever was in his body had obviously done that on purpose. He'd been deliberating over whether it was really Mizusawa or not after Hino's words, but judging by what had just happened, unless he'd been kissed by a fiercely vengeful Akabane, he couldn't guess who else would have taken his place. More than that, why would any of them want to kiss another guy anyway? Maybe Mizusawa had seen this as a chance to get Ryosuke back for walking in on him and Hino? Maybe he'd had this kind of fantasy or something deep inside all along?

Ryosuke shivered, trying to think fast. If it was Mizusawa doing this, he had to redeem himself, and fast. "Ah....." Damn, he hated this voice. It wasn't his own, he wasn't comfortable with it. He couldn't even begin to try and tweak it into something that would make his retorts sound even remotely decent.

"....I...I told you to pull that prank later, when the rest of the team was here! You....did it when none of the others were here yet, and now the rest of the class knows!" Ryosuke looked at the shocked faces of his classmates and forced a smile, though he was gritting his teeth. He laughed nervously. "Ahhhh, sorry.....we're pranking our friends and...well, bad timing. Don't tell them--it'll be our secret, 'kay?" He winked, and turned back to his own body, his eyes narrowed again.

Looking at himself again, he couldn't help admiring how handsome he looked this close up, and he wondered if that himself thinking maximum conceited thoughts or Mizusawa's brain interfering and admiring the form in front of him. He almost hoped it was just his pride, because he wasn't sure he would be able to face Mizusawa afterward in his own body if he felt like his classmate was ogling him all the time. Anyway, first things first.

Ryosuke stole a glance at Hino again, then leaned forward so that he was close enough to his own body to whisper. "I don't know what the hell you're trying to pull, but quit it, will ya? I really don't want people thinking I'm some kind of whore or something. Anyway, who are you? And don't pretend you don't know what I mean."


ooc: Craptastic! >.< Sorry it's so bad! I was falling asleep while writing...I did try to proofread, so I hope there aren't drastic typos!!!

[Mizusawa Taku]

Mizusawa had been expecting that Hino would finally pay attention to him, that they could finally leave and settle this in the hall, or somewhere more private, like the boy's bathroom. But apparently this wasn't to be. Whatever Hino had just said to Ryosuke, it had pissed the Yankee off. Completely ignoring MIzusawa's apology to him, the blonde knocked him out of the way, sending him flying backwards into the nearest desk. He cringed with pain as the corner of the desk slammed into the small of his back, watching as Ryosuke grabbed Hino by the shirt collar, dragging the smaller boy in Mizusawa form onto his tiptoes. What the hell was going on here? Ryosuke couldn't possibly know that wasn't him in his own body, could he? And Mizusawa hadn't done anything to Ryosuke, not that he could recall. So why was Ryosuke so upset with him?

"There was a time when I thought you were a nice kid, y'know? When'd you get to be such a jackass?"

Mizusawa felt a stab of pain in his heart. Why? Why was this happening? Generally he tried his very hardest to be nice to everyone, even Ryosuke, who he only talked to on occasion. So why was Ryosuke suddenly treating him this way? He didn't think he deserved for someone to be speaking to him like that, especially when he hadn't done anything wrong.

Unless...unless something had happened before he'd arrived at the school?

"You know what I think is disgusting in all this? Do ya?" For a second, he considered punching Mizusawa, but even in his anger, he figured that was too much.

There was a moment's pause, as Ryosuke stared Hino Mizusawa down, Hino Mizusawa bearing an equally intimidating glare. Mizusawa wondered if maybe the blonde was planning to punch the smaller boy, in which case he was going to have to jump in and prevent it from happening. Maybe he could talk with them both and find out what was going on--even if he wasn't in his own body right now. But clearly Hino was too busy at the moment to talk about that problem, so it was better to take things one step at a time. First, figure out why Ryosuke looked like he was about to pummel his Hino-occupied body into the floor.

But that wasn't actually what happened next. What happened next was the last thing he could possibly have expected.

Ryosuke kissed him.

Well, not him...He was kissing Hino in his body. But...Ryosuke couldn't know that wasn't him in there. To Ryosuke, that was Mizusawa. Ryosuke had willingly kissed Mizusawa.

And he--the real Mizusawa--was missing out on it.

There was no possible way he could put into words the confused, thrilled, shocked, turned-on, upset feelings he got from watching the two boys kissing, one being himself. It was like watching a twisted movie, like falling down the rabbit hole and into Wonderland. Only, this was his classroom on an otherwise perfectly normal day, with all his currently-present classmates watching in just as much shock as he, Mizusawa, received a kiss from the straightest guy in the class, Ryosuke. Ryosuke had initiated it. And there was Hino, inhabiting his body, for the time being accepting the kiss and actually...was he actually returning it?

Mizusawa felt bile rising to his throat, his stomach twisting over and over into knots, as if trying to wring itself out of the unpleasant thoughts that were now swarming around in his head and seemed to be making their way straight into his stomach, leaving that icky feeling there that he was about to throw up. And yet, despite that feeling, watching himself kissing the tall, ikkemen blonde, he also felt a warmth beginning to pool in the pit of his stomach too, and...

Oh my gosh. This was so wrong.

"NO!" He heard himself shout.

Hino Mizusawa had pushed himself away from Ryosuke, not quite looking angry so much as shocked. Mizusawa felt his own throat go dry, no longer sure if he'd be able to speak.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he finally came out with, his voice a little shaky.

There was a very long, awkward pause, and--like his fellow classmates--all Mizusawa could do was stare. Stare at himself, who was not himself, and Ryosuke, who he had officially decided was a bastard for doing what he had just done. Ryosuke might not know that someone else was in Mizusawa's body right now, but what he did know was about Mizusawa's feelings. Why would he do that to him in front of so many people? Was he trying to make a joke of his sexuality, or trying to mock him? Ryosuke had never seemed that type of guy, but now...now he didn't know what to think.

"Ah....." Hino Mizusawa was speaking again, sounding unsure and nervous. Mizusawa could only stare at him, wanting him to have some explanation for what had just happened. "....I...I told you to pull that prank later, when the rest of the team was here! You....did it when none of the others were here yet, and now the rest of the class knows!" Ryosuke looked at the shocked faces of his classmates and forced a smile, though he was gritting his teeth. He laughed nervously. "Ahhhh, sorry.....we're pranking our friends and...well, bad timing. Don't tell them--it'll be our secret, 'kay?" He winked, and turned back to his own body, his eyes narrowed again.

What? What was this about? Was this a real prank? Mizusawa watched himself give the class a wink, with a cocky attitude that just didn't fit him, before turning and glaring at Ryosuke again. The boy flashed a look at him before he began whispering something to Ryosuke again, looking furious.

Well, now Mizusawa was upset too. Very upset. Not only were these two playing games with someone else in his body, but they'd just embarrassed him in front of the whole class and were completely ignoring him! Whoever was in his body had to know something was up. They'd woken up in a completely different body, after all. Unless he was just going crazy.

But no, that wasn't the case. This was just all stupid. And now he was sick of it. They could whisper all they wanted, but he was going to get to the bottom of this, even if it meant they were all late for class.

"Hey," he began, moving forward once more, a frown on his face as he tried to ignore his strange Hino voice. He was frustrated. Very frustrated. "I think we need to have a little chat. Outside. Now." He did his best to don that usually-commanding Hino voice. He increased the intensity of his gaze at the Hino Mizusawa, letting the other boy know he wasn't kidding. Hino knew him well enough. He should be able to sense how Mizusawa was feeling. "Let's go. Unless you want to be stuck in my body forever."

Even if Ryosuke didn't know what was going on, it didn't matter. They'd all been talking like mad men today anyway. He could be confused a little more--especially since he apparently was suddenly confused about his sexuality.

With those final words, Mizusawa stormed out of the room, and into the hallway, waiting for the other to follow him.

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

OOC: I left it so that Ryo doesn't know Mizu thinks he is Hino. So I wrote Ryosuke with him thinking Mizu already knows that he's in his body! (If that makes any sense! >.<)

"Hey."

Ryosuke turned on the spot in his Mizusawa body, trying hard to keep the redness out of his face after everything that had just happened. He recognized the voice of the speaker very well, though he didn't quite like the tone. He was suddenly missing his body, one that was at least of a decent size and strength in the event he ever needed to fight.

Hino was moving towards him, quickly, and looking quite deadly. "I think we need to have a little chat. Outside. Now. Let's go. Unless you want to be stuck in my body forever."

Ryosuke didn't particularly want to follow such a nasty-looking Hino. His kouhei was little, both in age and size, but he currently had the sort of disposition that Ryosuke imagined even the toughest Yankees would blanch at.

Still, he turned to give his own body a look--a look he hoped read something along the lines of "we're not finished"--then followed the younger boy out into the hallway. He was secretly glad to be out of the classroom, away from all the now prying eyes. Damn the person in his body....

"What the hell is this about.....whoever you are?" Ryosuke folded his Mizusawa arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall, trying to show the rather intimidating other that he wasn't afraid of him.

Then he recalled the words he'd heard seconds before, in the classroom.

"Unless you want to be stuck in my body forever."

"Mizusawa....so that's who you've switched with?" Ryosuke oggled his classmate-turned-kouhei with surprise, and the frustrated pout that had been on his face moments before was suddenly replaced with a slightly amused smile. "You must be happy, switching places with Hino....."

He hesitated.

"Okay, that was an *ssholish thing to say, I'm sorry. I'm just.....frustrated right now. I thought you were in my body. But I got the hint somewhere along the way that it wasn't you. I don't know....I don't know who's in my body right now, Mizu, but I can honestly tell you that I had nothing to do with that damned kiss. Seriously. I was as pissed off about it as you are. That's why I came up with that crappy lie for the class..........I don't want people thinking badly of you or me, but I don't want them thinking we're an 'item' either."

He sighed. For some reason, he'd never imagined he'd have to have this kind of conversation with his classmate. But then again, he'd never imagined he would end up in Mizusawa's body either. And the matter of having enjoyed, even slightly, the kiss he'd just experienced with his own body was still weighing down pretty heavily on him. He suddenly wondered if he was more ashamed that whoever was in his body had done that to him in front of the entire class or by the fact that he'd exhibited possible gay tendencies he'd otherwise never had, and not just for any guy, but for himself apparently. Put things into a whole new perspective, didn't it?

Ryosuke straightened up, clearing his throat slightly to get off his uncomfortable train of thought. "So what the hell is going on here? How did this happen? I guess it would be too much to hope that I'm just dreaming...?"

[Mizusawa Taku]

ooc: It does. XD And oh, this post is crap. ><;;

ic:

Mizusawa was, at the moment, feeling frustrated enough and assertive enough to solve this situation that he would have been extremely upset with Hino if he had not followed him out into the hallway. As it turned out, the other boy did follow, and Mizusawa began to feel a little more relieved. Maybe whatever had just happened was all a mistake. Surely Hino would be able to explain all of this to him. And even if Hino didn't know either why they had suddenly switched bodies, he felt safe knowing that he had the other boy to talk to. They could try to figure something out together. They would get through this.

When Hino Mizusawa joined him, the boy took on an agitated tone, leaning against the nearest wall and giving Mizusawa a look that made him frown. Whatever look Hino was putting on Mizusawa's face right now, it wasn't all that becoming. It made him look like a midget kid trying to be tough. Somehow, even though Hino played tough all the time though, this just didn't seem his style of tough. That, and...well, it just looked really bad coming from his face.

"What the hell is this about.....whoever you are?"

Mizusawa raised an eyebrow, staring back at the boy in his body. What kind of question was that? They'd both switched bodies, obviously. Didn't Hino read enough sci-fi to know the basics of body-switching?

Then the other boy seemed to realize something. With a surprised look on his face, he spoke once more. "Mizusawa....so that's who you've switched with?" An amused smile replaced the scowl on his face."You must be happy, switching places with Hino....."

"...What?" The frown on Mizusawa's Hino face deepened. He was confused. What was Hino talking about? Unless...

"Okay, that was an *ssholish thing to say, I'm sorry. I'm just.....frustrated right now. I thought you were in my body. But I got the hint somewhere along the way that it wasn't you. I don't know....I don't know who's in my body right now, Mizu, but I can honestly tell you that I had nothing to do with that damned kiss. Seriously. I was as pissed off about it as you are. That's why I came up with that crappy lie for the class..........I don't want people thinking badly of you or me, but I don't want them thinking we're an 'item' either."

Mizusawa's face changed to a look of utmost surprise. He hadn't expected this to be...

"Ryousuke?" But he was sure of it now. Even the tone of the voice, though it was his voice, was that of the big, blonde Yankee. And only Ryosuke knew about him and Hino...Hino would never say something like that. He'd be doing what Mizusawa was trying to do right now, solve this problem. Oh boy. This day was just getting better and better.

Ryosuke straightened up, clearing his throat slightly to get off his uncomfortable train of thought. "So what the hell is going on here? How did this happen? I guess it would be too much to hope that I'm just dreaming...?"

Mizusawa--who had been thinking back to the kiss he'd witnessed between himself and Ryosuke and, wondering how Ryosuke had felt about it in his body, being kissed by himself--felt the heated feeling in his stomach again and quickly cleared his mind, returning back to the present in time to hear what Ryosuke was saying. He shook his head. "I have no idea. I woke up like this and thought I'd switched with Hino...If Hino's not in my body, then maybe he's the one in yours? It would explain why he..." He thought back to the kiss again, and sighed. "Although, I don't know what he was saying to you when you two were whispering, but..."

Running a hand through his hair, he leaned back against the wall behind him, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. This was already frustrating. If they had switched bodies in such a strange way, trying to get them all back to their proper bodies would be pretty difficult. What if two of them never got switched back? Or what if they were stuck in these bodies forever? Mizusawa liked Ryosuke a lot, but he hated to think what the blonde boy would do with his body...Smoke? Have some fun with girls? He'd already taken liberties with his usual appearance. He really didn't want to be used like that...Not that he really knew what Ryosuke did in his free time.

But right now, he was trying his hardest to keep himself as Hino-like as possible. Not just to hide from his classmates the fact that he'd switched bodies, but because he knew he owed it to Hino to take care of the other boy's body. He hoped Ryosuke felt the same way, and that Hino in Ryosuke's body (he was certain it was Hino now, and the thought of that was making him feel much better about that kiss) would be good as well. They could find a way out of this.

"...Ryosuke, do you read a lot of sci-fi?" he asked the other, wondering if perhaps he could think of any sci-fi manga where people switched bodies...and if they could use the same tactics to return to their own.

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

The next thing Kiyama knew, Mizusawa had pushed him away. The latter staring at him like he'd just strangled a puppy or told a nasty joke about his mother, and was generally the worst human being to grace the earth.

Kiyama stood for a moment, only able to stare back. The reality of what he'd just done sunk in. Deep down in him, beyond his tingling skin and burning face and... something deep down. Way down deep.

That was...

That had to be unpleasant for Mizusawa, right? He had to be feeling as... strange and as uncomfortable as Kiyama was feeling right now. Even more than that. That was good, right? That's why he did it, to mess with him, and teach him a lesson.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Yeah, even if Mizusawa never liked Kiyama, he'd seen him lash out like that. The kid was pissed. Which meant that weird kiss thing had done it's job. Despite feeling... he didn't quite know, but just weird about what he'd just done, Kiyama smiled inwardly. He'd expected Mizusawa to reject it, yet something about that response didn't quite sit right with him.

Actually, something about Mizusawa didn't quite sit right with him. The boy had been weird all morning. Weird, even for him.

And that reminded him of...

Kiyama just blinked at the shorter boy, who continued to look at him with that look of horror. But a few seconds later, Mizusawa had regained his composure and was addressing the rest of the class. Kiyama couldn't find it in him to listen exactly to what Mizusawa was saying, though. But he didn't sound like Mizusawa. That was Mizusawa's voice, of course, what he was talking like... what he was saying, it was just like--

Tsukimori.

That was it. Tsukimori. He was in Tsukimori Ryosuke's body, but Tsukimori Ryosuke was before him, in Mizusawa Taku's body. That he'd just kissed. That part was irrelevant, though.

For some reason knowing that it was Tsukimori in the body he'd just kissed made him... very uncomfortable. Moreso than before. Because he was uncomfortable before. That's how he felt, right? He wasn't thinking straight... not thinking straight, that was the problem... wait, what--

Wait! That lasted... a while. There had been a few seconds... a few accepting seconds before whoever the hell was in front of him decided to stop things... That meant that Tsukimori had enjoyed -- no -- yeah! no... Maybe was more of a playboy than he thought...

Kiyama shuddered. He was confused, and once again he was finding it difficult to keep up with his own thoughts. Ugh, what was up with this?

And where have these lips been...?

Even better question! Where was his body? The body of Kiyama Ryuichiro.

He looked to Mizusawa... Ryosuke... Ryosuke-Mizusawa, whoever he was, and figured that he was probably freaking out over looking gay and explaining away what had just happened or something like that but it didn't matter because somewhere in the world was someone walking around in his body and Kiyama didn't know who it was.

He turned for a second to the last desk in the row, still empty. Wataru wasn't here yet. Wataru was a bit crazy, but Kiyama had known him for a long time. Given that they were all "done" with fighting, maybe he could trust Wataru with his body? Or was it one of the other yankees? Someone one else in the school? Someone else in Japan?

That was when Mizusawa -- Tsukimori? -- someone leaned in close to him and said something. Kiyama had been so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't quite catch what it was, but Mizu... the boy in front of him looked pretty damn serious about it.

Kiyama pondered that. He also pondered the taste that lingered on his tongue. Warm and earthy, and the slightest bit sweet...

What the f--

He looked up again to see Hino walking out of the classroom, and Mizusawa glare at him before following the second-year.

Ignoring the stares and whispers around him, he grabbed his... Tsukimori's phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. There were texts from Juri and Shizuka and Miku but none from Kiyama, that poor kid who didn't even get a special ringtone.

Damn, today sucked.

By this time, Kiyama's mind was spinning and he threw away all notions of acting like his blonde classmate. Hands to his side, he slowly looked over the faces of his other classmates. Some were shocked, others just blank, and all of them were on him.

Not exactly sure how he should talk, Kiyama assumed his usual monotone, although sounded quite unusual in his current voice. "Everyone, Tsukimori Ryosuke is not gay. And Mizusawa... it's like he said, a stupid joke. So, we're not gay, okay? Sorry about the fuss."

He offered a quick bow before walking out of the classroom to join the other two. He heard the whispering start before he even made it out the door.



A little away from one of the classroom's doors, what looked like a serious conversation between Hino and Mizusawa was going on. If Kiyama was guessing right, and Tsukimori was Mizusawa, that meant it was actually the blonde yankee that had business with Hino. Or maybe Hino didn't know what was going on yet. And if he was guessing right, that meant that Mizusawa's mind was in someone else's body, too, which could mean...

He couldn't get bogged down with all these details right now...

Kiyama took a few nervous paces and turned to whoever was in Mizusawa's body... that person was mad and probably weirded out. And, whether Mizusawa (or his current stand-in) was a homophobic jerk or not, Kiyama suddenly found himself feeling very bad about what he'd just done. There was a possibility he'd killed two of his teammates' reputations in one stupid moment. Social isolation... being shunned by your peers... they were things he knew well, but the truth was that Kiyama had never had gotten used to them.

It hurt.

He bowed deeply, and didn't look back up at Mizusawa(?) when he raised his head again, instead looking out of one of the hallway's windows. He felt more awkward than he'd felt in... a long time. "I'm sorry. You can reprimand me later, but right now, I've... got something very important to check into."

Then Kiyama nodded slightly to Hino. He hoped he was nodding to Hino. Figuring what was going on with the second-year, how to solve what would look like Tsukimori's social suicide... all that was important, but finding his missing body... that clocked in at "urgent".

And he'd try and avoid any questions while he was at it.

So Kiyama turned on his heels and dashed down the hall as fast as Tsukimori Ryosuke's legs could take him.



OOC: In case you guys want to give chase...? He's headed toward the locker room place. >_>

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

It suddenly dawned on Ryosuke that Mizusawa, or rather, Mizusawa in Hino's body, had only just realized who was in his body. Apparently he'd thought someone else had been kissing Ryosuke's body and giving him attitude here in the hall. Ryosuke was guessing Hino, by the look on the other boy's new face. He'd also suspected, at first, that he'd switched with the person whose body he'd ended up in, but that hadn't been the case, and he was guessing Mizusawa had figured this out as well.

"I have no idea. The other boy sounded nervous too. Ryosuke sympathized with him, though it felt that much better having someone else around who was just as confused and scared as he was. "I woke up like this and thought I'd switched with Hino...If Hino's not in my body, then maybe he's the one in yours? It would explain why he..." There was a pause, and Ryosuke felt his face flush. Maybe he'd done up Mizusawa's appearance today a little too much? That is to say, if Hino had felt such an immense urge to jump him.....

"Although, I don't know what he was saying to you when you two were whispering, but..."

Ryosuke waved one of his new hands to signal that it was okay. Anyway, there were some things better left unsaid. But thinking about what Mizusawa had just mentioned......

That really did make things kind of scary....Who the hell was in his body? He'd been worried it was Mizusawa from the get-go, worried that he might do something very un-Ryosuke like, probably with a bit of "embarrassing" tossed somewhere in there, but the blonde-Yankee-turned-Mizusawa was suddenly beginning to think that whoever was in his body now was an even worse option. Was it Hino? Hino probably wouldn't mind just snagging Mizusawa by the face and kissing him in front of everyone....

Wait, no. That wasn't quite fair. And Hino wouldn't do that after how hard he and Mizusawa and Ryosuke had been working to keep their secret. Unless he'd just found Mizusawa entirely irresistible in his new get-up and had no option but to eat his face.....No, again, no. Just.....no. Whoever had done it hadn't been all that romantic, even though, in a way, the kiss had been slightly.......fun? But from what Ryosuke remembered of the gesture now in his new body, while there had been some feelings in there that he hadn't quite expected--no, he still didn't believe he actually liked it in any way, shape, or form, no way--he was suddenly feeling a little scared too. The kiss had been really forceful, had happened so suddenly. It might as well have been the beginnings of some kind of rape or something, and knowing that it had been his body initiating that, Ryosuke suddenly felt cold.

"Bastard....." he murmured aloud, bitter at the thought. He was not a rapist, and he wouldn't allow whoever had taken over his body to make him one.

"...Ryosuke, do you read a lot of sci-fi?"

The former blonde-Yankee looked up suddenly, startled from his thoughts. "Sorry, uhh.....not really? I kinda liked the adventure stuff when I was a kid, but I never read many of the sci-fi ones. At least not recently enough that I can remember any well.....My bad..."

He hadn't been able to continue that thought, because suddenly he was looking at himself again. The unknown person in his body had come out into the hallway where he and Mizusawa-Hino were standing. Ryosuke suddenly felt two very overwhelming emotions fighting to get out of him. Half of him wanted to tackle his own body and punch the living daylights out of whoever had hijacked it, even if it meant giving himself some nasty bruises, and the other half was trying to remain calm, reason with himself, make himself understand that if he fought, he risked ruining everything for everyone on the Tumbling team.

Ryosuke didn't really need any kind of explanation about which half of his new self had been thinking which.

The person in his body bowed low and came back up avoiding his and Mizu-Hino's gazes. Ryosuke hated seeing himself like that. In fact, he almost couldn't stand it. What the hell was going on here....? He, at least, hadn't been senseless enough to cause so much of a scene in Mizusawa's body. Maybe he'd decked the other boy out far more than he would normally, but it was a sort of routine for the blonde Yankee that would have otherwise bothered him if he hadn't gotten it done. He hadn't intended on making any kind of huge scene like this massive jerk had.

"I'm sorry. You can reprimand me later, but right now, I've... got something very important to check into."

Ryosuke hated the way his voice sounded, coming from his former body like that. And with that thought in mind, he recognized it instantly. The slight monotone didn't quite fit his own voice--he would only ever speak that way for laughs. He was always thinking, always feeling one emotion or another, and typically his tone of voice portrayed that well. The monotone was characteristic of someone he knew very well, though someone he hadn't been in the best of scenarios with recently either, thinking back to what had happened at his house not too long ago.......

Kiyama.

Ryosuke opened his mouth to say something to the other, even despite the deep quarrel with himself he had going on inside, when suddenly his body took off running down the hall. And the former-blonde-Yankee definitely wasn't sure he liked that sight. The farther Kiyama--he had no doubts now, that's who it was--got away, the harder it would be to monitor what he did in Ryosuke's body. No one else talked in that distinct, measured way the dark Yankee did, and even though the kiss had been very uncharacteristic of him--and pretty *ssholish to boot, especially if he hadn't been aware that Mizusawa wasn't in fact himself, what had Mizusawa done to him to deserve that?--Ryosuke couldn't think of anyone else that could be behind it. Wataru wouldn't pull a stunt like that, Nippori wouldn't, and Ryosuke didn't think anyone else on the team was capable of that kind of thing either. Mizusawa was a pretty good guy and had never done anything to warrant that kind of treatment. Unless Kiyama was doing it to make Ryosuke look bad? Still, why he'd bring anyone else into it felt kind of ridiculous.....

One thing was for certain. Ryosuke didn't want that jerk running around the school in his body. Next he'd probably go looking for all the girls on Ryosuke's phone or something to do the same thing, scare them into thinking he was some kind of abusive monster. That thought alone felt kind of scary, especially when he'd always made a point of never pushing a girl past her boundaries and trying to be as respectful as possible. He might have gone with more than one girl at once, but he could at least pride himself in that fact, that he'd always tried his hardest to be positive and respectful. Kiyama could ruin that all in one go.....Maybe Kiyama had some kind of urges he needed to carry out or something, and since he was in a body that wasn't his own, he figured he could do it one that was expendable?

Holy sh*t..... Ryosuke felt scared now. He might be overthinking things, but....well, he couldn't take that chance.

"Uhhh, Mizu, I'm sorry to rush out on you like this, but I have to follow my....my self, I guess you could say. I can't let whoever's inside me cause any more problems. I promise I won't do anything bad in your body, if I can help it. I know that's not entirely reassuring, but....Agh."

No more time.

Ryosuke took off down the hall after the jerk in his body. There was really no time for explaining. Karasumori was fairly large, and if he lost sight of himself, there was a chance Kiyama would have time to do something else terrible even before classes started. Kashiwagi Sensei would know something was up just by the fact that the two of them--and apparently some of the other members of the team--were missing.

After running for some time down the hall, Ryosuke caught sight of his own blonde hair through a window outside. His body was moving quickly in the direction of the Tumbling team's locker room building. Thankfully, Ryosuke couldn't imagine any of his former girlfriends being there, just the guys, maybe Wataru and Nippori and some others, but he didn't want to leave things to chance anyway. It really didn't seem characteristic of Kiyama to act in this kind of way, but after what had happened in the classroom and considering the fact that all of them couldn't possibly be in a normal state of mind, given the circumstances, there was just no way things could be left to chance now. Ryosuke wasn't sure if Mizusawa had followed him in Hino's body, but he didn't wait to find out.

A minute or two later, Mizusawa's legs had carried him out the door, into cool air, and then he was in the shack-like building that house the Tumbling team's lockers and planning space. The door slammed to a close behind him, as frantic sounding as his rapid breaths. The look of concern on his face likely hadn't changed--Ryosuke could still feel the tenseness, that sense of stress, his brow furrowed.

"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." He didn't think he was any kind of menacing, saying all of this with Mizusawa's somewhat angelic, round face, but he had to somehow show that he was serious.

[OOC: Agh! >< Okay, I didn't wanna godplay too much, so that's the result! And Alex, please feel free to follow so that you aren't just left in the dust!!!!]

[Mizusawa Taku]

ooc: Ooooh, it's getting good!!!! X3

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Mizusawa saw that Ryosuke was wearing his own classic, concerned face, and he figured the blonde must be thinking over something, maybe what had just happened. He couldn't blame him. This was already scary enough as it was. At this point, Mizusawa felt sure that it was Hino who was in Ryosuke's body--maybe that was why he had pushed him? If Hino thought Ryosuke was in his body, maybe he didn't want Ryosuke intruding on their moment together...Except, that was really uncharacteristic of Hino...And Hino would likely never kiss him in front of all those people...Unless he really was so attracted by the way Ryosuke had done his hair. If that were the case, then maybe he could start doing that more often for his lover...

"Sorry, uhh.....not really? I kinda liked the adventure stuff when I was a kid, but I never read many of the sci-fi ones. At least not recently enough that I can remember any well.....My bad..."

Mizusawa, slipping out of his slightly warming thoughts, shrugged. "It's fine. I figured we could use something like that to think of ideas to get back into our own bodies. I haven't read enough either, but I can think of a few things. Maybe we can go to the library and--"

He stopped when he realized that he no longer had Ryosuke's attention. That was because the unidentified Ryosuke had now joined them in the hallway. Mizusawa watched, surprised, as the tallest among them bowed low for a moment, before standing back up fully. His eyes didn't meet either of theirs. But at his next words, Mizusawa felt sure the person was addressing Ryosuke in Mizusawa form. "I'm sorry. You can reprimand me later, but right now, I've... got something very important to check into."

He felt his heart skip a beat. Was that Hino speaking to Ryosuke, thinking that was him in his own body? He saw the boy turn and nod at him slightly, and then suddenly felt a little cold. If...if that were Hino though, wouldn't he want to know who was in his own body?

Maybe I've got this all wrong...

As quickly as he had arrived, the person in Ryosuke's body began taking off down the hall. Mizusawa was only able to watch him in surprise, his mind to muddled now to make sense of anything going on. Yes, it was important they figure out how to fix this by maybe reading up on it in the library as he had suggested. But first...first it was more important to find out who was who, and how many people this had happened to.

"Uhhh, Mizu, I'm sorry to rush out on you like this, but I have to follow my....my self, I guess you could say. I can't let whoever's inside me cause any more problems. I promise I won't do anything bad in your body, if I can help it. I know that's not entirely reassuring, but....Agh."

Mizusawa opened his mouth to respond, but he was too late to stop Ryosuke from taking off after the other. He watched as his own body took off after Ryosuke's, and felt a sickening feeling in his stomach. This was a little too much to be dealing with this early in the morning. Why couldn't they just be having a normal day? On top of everything that had already happened, he was now beginning to feel sure that Hino wasn't in Ryosuke's body. Because of what had just transpired. That, and...well, this meant that more people were involved than he had thought. And right now, Hino was going to miss out on an English test that he had probably studied so hard for the night before.

Unless he went and took that test for Hino, pretended nothing had happened...

But no. He knew he couldn't do that. Hino could forgive him, right? He needed to settle this first.

I'm sorry, Hino, he thought inwardly, unable to help wondering where the other boy was at this moment. Hopefully he would try to come find his own body...

"Ryosuke, wait!" Mizusawa called in his shrill Hino voice, though the other boy had already rounded the nearby corner a while ago. He took off in the direction the other two had disappeared, though when he rounded the corner, he came skidding to a stop. They weren't anywhere in sight. Had they gone to another classroom, maybe an abandoned one? Maybe down the nearby stairwell? He heard footsteps nearby and decided on stairwell. Maybe that was them racing down the stairs.

He moved as fast as his thin Hino legs would take him, gripping the railing so that if he fell from his speed, he'd at least have some way of saving himself from breaking the neck that was not his. When he reached the ground floor, he searched further, but there was still no sign of the other two boys. He stopped for a moment, bending slightly with his palms resting on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Where could they have gone?

Where would you go to get away from everyone else? A place where you feel safest, right?

And immediately, Mizusawa knew the best place for something like that. The male tumbling team's "headquarters". The little shack might be just that, a junk room cluttered with old sports equipment, but before he'd known about Hino's feelings, Mizusawa had gone there a lot to muse over his own...back when he'd been completely head over heels for Kiyama, when he'd been so torn by his own feelings. It had always felt like a home for him, a place where he could think or relax enough to get over his feelings. It was the perfect place to go in a situation like this.

Dodging down the hallway and out a back door of the school, he passed by the large sports field for the school's other sports, empty of course since the day was only beginning, the sun bright and high above it in the sky. He jogged the rest of the way to their meeting place, hoping that Ryosuke was thinking like him in his own body and that the person in Ryosuke's had as well. The sooner they could sort this out in a private place, the better.

As he was coming up the stairs and reached the door of the meeting place, he heard his own voice speaking--Ryosuke was here. But he was more stunned by what Ryosuke was saying, rather than anything else.

"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."

Mizusawa froze.

...What? That...It had been Kiyama who had kissed him? Did...did Kiyama think that he was still in his own body? ...Did this mean that Kiyama might...like him? All these thoughts began filling his head, as he suddenly recalled the strong feelings he had once held for Kiyama, feelings that still lingered, however deep beneath the surface. He suddenly got a strange, sick feeling, his mind running away with him now, imagining that maybe Kiyama had liked him in that way all this time, even if he'd never shown it before...Maybe he'd been more comfortable sharing his feelings while in someone else's body, or...

And then he felt it. A huge pang of jealousy. At first he thought that the feeling was his own, jealous that Ryosuke had been kissed by Kiyama, a kiss he had missed out on because he was in the wrong body at the wrong time. But then he realized...this wasn't his jealousy he was feeling. It was Hino's. Whatever was left of Hino in this body was jealous of the thoughts that Mizusawa was thinking....or maybe of the thought that Mizusawa, his boyfriend, had been kissed by the one guy he'd had a crush on for a very long time.

It was weird, feeling like you were sharing a body with someone else. I'm sorry... he thought quietly, trying to quell the Hino side of him that seemed to be surrounded by a dark aura now. ...It's just thoughts, nothing more...Hino.

He wasn't sure if this was enough to comfort what had become a second part of him, but he knew at this point he needed to join the other two anyway. There was no more time to dwell on what he'd been thinking over...no matter how much his heart rate was still quick--and he was sure it wasn't just because of all the running he'd just done.

Moving forward, he opened the door to their club room, then quickly closed it and locked it behind him. He could see the other two in the room, and for a moment, he could only stare at the person in Ryosuke's body, wondering.......

He had to ask.

"...Are you really Kiyama?" he asked quietly, his new voice sounding wrong. He paused, before adding, more confidently, "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?" His eyes didn't leave those of the person in Ryosuke's body, his heart still beating so fast.