Author : Whiteangel
Fan fiction : Switching of souls
Created in : 13/02/00
Finished in : 22/03/00
Standard Disclaimers :
These characters do not belong to me , they belong to their creators, blah, blah, blah... So don’t bother to sue me, it will only resulted in you being driven up the wall . ( Evil laughter can be heard in the background ) This is a comedy fanfic . My first time attempting such a category . Hope you all out there find this story could tickle your funny bones...
CHAPTER ONE :
"Ow... My head, What...what had happened?"
A figure got out of the bed slowly, holding his head gingerly. His head felt twice as heavy. He realized he was on a bed but he did not know why he was on it. He looked around and saw that he was in a hospital room. he recognized it by the antiseptic smell which hospitals have.
/What am I doing here?/ He thought to himself. He did not know how or why he had ended up in a hospital. Just then, he spotted a bathroom and went gingerly to it. He wanted to relieve himself but when he saw himself in the mirror, he gasped with horror. He could not believe what he had just seen and stared hard at the reflection. Right there, on the mirror, staring back in terror was the face: Duo Maxwell .
/I must be dreaming! How.. did this... happen?? How... could I...become Duo Maxwell?! I do not beli---/ He thought to himself when a scream had interrupted his thoughts.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!"
A small creature lying on the large king sized bed, the most magnificent creature ever created in the Universe. It spotted the most dazzling, the most sparkling golden colored hair but the glory was marred by the bandage around the head. A lone, slender figure standing beside the bed, looking at this beguiling creature with the most tender expression one could ever imagined. There was also a pained look on his magnificent face, a face which was so masculine and yet, at certain angles, looked so boyish. He was angry with himself, angered that he was not there to prevent this terrible accident his angel was involved. His turquoise- green colored eyes, the most distinguishing feature of all, was now filled with a mixed expression of concern, regret and distress. Concern for this injured one, regret for letting his dearest suffer the pain the injury had caused and the distress for allowing his little one to suffer. He reached for the creature’s angelic face and caressed it gently, almost with adulation. He bend down slowly to kiss delicately on this angel’s lips.
/Is he.. kissing..me ? Could it be?? So tender, so sweet... so gentle... It feels like a dream..../ The creature thought dreamily to himself.
/Never thought he likes me too, I thought it was one sided affair.../ The creature opened his still unfocused eyes and saw him, the lone one and was surprised that he was here, instead of Heer...
"Eh? What are you doing here ?"
"Why , to see you of course ."
The angel looked at him suspiciously, "I see... What I mean why are you here and... Is that you kissing me?"
The tall, lithe figure looked at him in a strange manner. /Has he hurt his head so hard that he had lost his memory?/ He wondered as he cursed himself once again for letting him hurt. His heart was filled with so much remorse that he believed he would be crushed to death by the weight of it. He lifted his hand to touch the creature’s cheek and asked, "Have you forgotten me, my dear?"
"Huh? Trowa, I know who you are, what are you talking about? And I am not your ‘ dear’. Have you gone out of your mind and where is Heero?"
Trowa frowned, unable to comprehend the change but nonetheless responded, "Why are you looking for Heero?"
The creature got out of the bed hiding his expression from Trowa while continuing, "I...wish he is here... that’s all."
Trowa could not believed what he had just heard, could not believed those words had just came out of his angel’s mouth. He felt that there was a sharp knife piercing right into his heart, a pain he never thought he could ever feel. /Why... Why does my Quatre wished that Heero is here instead of me ?!/ It almost tore his heart to know that his angel, Quatre had now loved another and though he hid it very well, one could not help but noticed a slight pained expression.
The magnificent creature looked at him in a very puzzled way and asked, "Trowa, I feel so light headed, what had happened to me?" He touched his head feeling for his precious braid and was stunned for a moment and then suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream, "AHHHHH !!"
"What had happen to my hair?! Why is my braid gone ?! Trowa !! what had happen? Who is that idiot who cut my hair for me?"
"Huh?" Trowa was in shock, probably for the first time in his life he had ever encountered such an experience. /Since when did Quatre keep a braid... What is going on here?/
"Trowa!! don’t just stand there, EXPLAIN !!" The golden haired creature rushed to the mirror and was horrified at the picture the looking glass had presented to him . He let out another scream.
"AHHHHHH!! Who dyed my hair ivory-yellow!! And who give the instruction to... Why is Quatre’s face on the mirror?"
Just then, the door opened to reveal a figure spotting chestnut colored mane.
"Trowa!" He ran towards the confused Trowa and hugged him tightly, "I thought I-"
"Whoa... Duo, let me go..."
/Strange.../ Trowa thought to himself as he breathed in the scent of Duo. He found the hug strangely familiar, it felt.....felt like Quatre’s hug. The way 'Duo' ( it is Quatre actually) hug him and the feel reminded him of all those intimate times they spent together...
"Trowa , I thought I had become Duo, please...please tell me it is all a dream..." The figure clamored in Trowa’s arms.
"Wait a minute!! I thought I’m the only Duo around here, why is there another--" the golden hair creature stopped abruptly and looked into the mirror again. The reflection that was staring back at him with a horrified expression plastered on its face was Quatre’s.
"No... This can’t be true !! why has my face become Quatre’s? What had happened? Can somebody tell me what had happened? WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND HERE?"
The golden hair creature looked at them hugging, was dazed for a moment and felt an indescribable anger took control over him. He bellowed, "Trowa!! You son - of - bitch, stop hugging my body!!" He lunged at Trowa and started punching him.
"Trowa!! Duo!! Stop fightin-" cried the brown braided boy piteously.
"CEASE!!"
A voice from the doorway commanded and it belonged to a boy around fifteen years of age. He was spotting short brown hair with fringe covering one eye, a large cobalt - blue eye. His eyes were solemn looking blue sapphire with long lashes looming over them, marring the brilliance and the beauty of those eyes, yet it made them appeared mysterious, like an Arab prince who is searching for his princess in the desert wilderness. His expression was one of a serious, don’t-mess-with-me look, yet it gave an air of a man who always been in charge. He wore his trademark outfit: a green singlet and black shorts.
"Duo, let go of Trowa now..."
"Huh? Heero? How did you..." asked Trowa in astonishment .
"Only Duo would do such a thing when angered." Heero said in a matter of fact tone.
"Hey!! That’s not fair!" Duo cried out, "And why am I in Quatre’s body?"
Duo looked around and continued, "Can somebody please explained? Is this some kind of a sick joke? If so, please stop. It is not funny."
Although he knew he had behaved ridiculously, but he could not helped himself. He was terrified and when he was scared, he always behaved in this manner. He did not understand, this had gone beyond what he could understood. He was a fighter, this should not be happening in this world of high-tech world. He looked to Heero for comfort but he seemed to be so indifferent, so...cold. He wanted comfort from him, but it looked futile, it might as well looked as if he wanted comfort from a piece of stone. They had been lovers for three months now but it seemed nothing had changed, not even slightly..... He sighed ardently to himself as he turned to glance at Trowa and Quatre. He could not help but felt envy for the couple. They had been together about the same time as Heero and him now. They seemed to be much happier and though Trowa seemed like a man not capable of expressing his emotion, he could still show some affection to Quatre.
Heero knew what was going on Duo’s mind. He did not know how he knew, he just knew . It seemed like a curse, it started from the very first time they met. The day Duo had shot him, it had left a mark on his body and on his soul. Thus Duo had became a part of him which he denied to himself fervently. He tried to behave cold towards this ever cheerful, talkative and cheeky fellow, but he could not be cold to this boy. It seemed to him that Duo was the only one who had gotten past the barriers he had erected. It also seemed that Duo was the only one whom he had some inexpressible feelings for. As he looked at Duo fidgeting, a sign he always showed when felt threatened or when he felt unsure of himself . Heero did not understand how he knew and why he found Duo’s mannerism very adorable .
"So... Heero, what had happened?" Trowa inquired politely .
"I have no idea whatsoever. Let’s talk to professor J, maybe he could explain this to us."
"What about in the meantime?" asked Quatre tentatively.
Heero turned and looked at the brown braid boy still in Trowa’s embrace and frowned, "In the meantime, keep away from Trowa."
"HUH??" murmured both Quatre and Trowa simultaneously. They were shocked, shocked beyond words that Heero would said such a thing. They both turned and looked at Heero who by now, had regretted over the words that came tumbling out of his mouth. He also noticed Duo was staring at him with a look, he hastily continued "I’m sure Duo does not like his body being hugged. Technically, this body belongs to Duo and Quatre is just a temporarily inhabitant."
At that, Duo’s facial expression fell. He hoped so fervently that Heero would at least felt jealousy...
"I see..." replied Trowa thoughtfully, he pondered over Heero’s words and smiled to himself . He felt that there was an underlying meaning to his words. Trowa promptly released Quatre though he regretted not holding his beloved but he had no desire of hugging Duo’s body. Neither had he wished to incur Heero’s wrath by continuing to hug Quatre though he could defend himself against Heero’s attacks.
CHAPTER TWO :
"So... What now?" Quatre asked as he glanced around in the small room. Wufei sat in one corner, wearing his grandfather glasses reading his favorite chinese classic < Romance Of The Three Kingdom >. During which Duo was looking at himself in the mirror with a desolated expression. He kept on touching his head while mumbling to himself, lamenting about his braid.
"I do not know..." Trowa replied softly, not knowing what to do as he was getting fed up with the fact he had not spent a single day with his angel alone. It had been a week already and the professors still could not find any solutions yet........
"This is insane, I do not wish to remain as him."
"Neither does he..... So Duo, Just shut up!"
"How rude!!" Duo looked at Trowa angrily. He was feeling very hot and frustrated. They were hiding out at one of Quatre's house in L3 and the weather had just turned blistering hot. He could not take the heat, thus was feeling very snappish and when Trowa barked at him, he too flared up. "Who are you to shout at me?! Also, I refuse to wear this silly shirt ! What are you going to do about it?!" With that, he proceeded to take off his light blue striped, long sleeved shirt .
"Duo!!" Quatre cried in dismay as he ran forward to prevent him from taking off his shirt while Trowa looked furious.
"Duo, this is Quatre’s body!! You are disgracing him!!"
Duo wailed, "I don’t care!! I feel hot in this ridiculous outfit. Wonder how he could take this heat!"
"ENOUGH!!" commanded Heero. He simply could not believe a group of highly trained Gundam fighters would behaved in such a childish manner. They were behaving like a bunch of six year olds and their behavior were giving him a terrible headache .
"Oh... Heero, Trowa is so mean. Please punish him." Duo pleaded imploring with love shining in his large beautiful blue eyes.
Trowa frowned, strangely affected by that gesture and responded, "Duo, stop using Quatre’s eyes to look at Heero in this manner. You are tainting Quatre’s loveliness. You can disgrace yourself when you are back in your own body."
"How dare you!!" he threw a punch at Trowa, he knew Trowa could not retaliated as he was in Quatre’s body. He delighted in having an advantage over him.
"K’so!!" Trowa swore beneath his breath as he dodged the oncoming blow. He knew Duo had calculated that he would fought not back as he would hurt Quatre’s body if he did. "Duo, that is so low of you." he cried out as he sidestepped another punch from Duo.
"Stop it, both of you!!" cried Quatre desperately, trying to separate the two.
Wufei looked up from his book to see the commotion while Heero sighed. He could found it much easier to believe what he was seeing if it was Duo behaving in this way but Trowa behaving in the same immature manner as Duo.... That he found it difficult to believe.
"Could the two of you stop this foolish fight?" uttered Wufei calmly. "you can’t do anything but wait."
All of them stared at Wufei silently. Heero was glad, this was the soundest piece of advice he had heard all day although it was of no use.
"Indeed.... Besides, Professor J and the others are finding a solution so there is nothing we can do except to wait." Heero said calmly.
"Easy for you to say....." muttered Trowa grumpily.
Heero stared at Trowa with a stern look. Trowa gave a little snort and went to sit at the sofa beside Quatre( who was in Duo's body).
"Psst... Heero...." Duo whispered to Heero.
Heero moved towards Duo who had pulled him to another room adjacent to the living room where they were lounging earlier.
"What is it?" Heero asked tonelessly.
Duo smiled his trademark mischievous grin and wrapped his arms around Heero. "Ne, Heero... we have not been together for quite some time now...."
"...."
" Erm... what about you sneaking into my room tonight?"
"Is that all you can think of?" Heero asked monotonously.
"Hmmm..." Duo pretended to think for a while before replying cheerfully to Heero's question, " as for now... yup!"
Heero shook his head as he smiled, a smile reserved exclusively for Duo, "Nope... not now.... "
"Why?"
"That is because you are in Quatre's body....Even if Heero doesn't mind, Trowa does!"
Both gave a little jump and broke away from each other. They turned to the one speaking and saw it was Wufei.
"Wu man!! What are you doing here?!"
"Trying to prevent you from seducing Heero?"
"Aww.... you hurt me with your words..." Duo pretended to be wounded by Wufei's words.
"Save your antics for Heero. And don't call me Wu man! Oh! and don't use Quatre's face to do that action. Do it in yours..... Don't disgrace Quatre..."
"Nani?!?! Why do you speak like Trowa?!"
Wufei grinned while Heero tried to smother his giggles.
"He was right, don't you think?" Wufei asked as he looked at Heero's direction.
"Heero? You too?"
"..."
"Heero!!!" Duo was angry as he stared at his lover.
"Well..... he was right, you know..."
"HEERO!!!"
Wufei shook his head and turned to pat Heero's shoulders, " Tsk tsk, I pity you...."
Duo snapped his head around to glare at Wufei.
"Just kidding."
"Hmph!"
"Oh yeah, before I forget... Prof. J just called. He wants to talk to you immediately."
Heero and Duo looked at each other.
"Let's go."
CHAPTER THREE :
"Heero!! I’m sick of you always running around! Can you wait? Why are you always in a rush?"
"Duo, can you shut up for once?"
"Hey, Wu - man, this is between Heero and me so, back off!!"
"Lovers’ spat?" Trowa volunteered mockingly .
Duo stared at Trowa angrily and retorted, "Ha ha ha, VERY FUNNY."
"Stop it, you guys. Just follow Heero, can you?" Quatre replied in exasperation.
"All right."
"Always the obedient dog, aren’t you?" Duo grabbed this chance to jeer at Trowa.
"Why, you...!!" Trowa lunged at Duo while Duo gave a little yelp of surprise.
"Oh no!! Here goes the two of them AGAIN!" Wufei murmured, looking up to the ceiling in an exasperated manner.
"Oh, stop it!!" Quatre moaned in agony. He could not believe that Trowa would behaved in this childish manner though he had a nagging feeling he was indirectly the cause of it. He knew Trowa was very pent-up with the idea of not touching him... They had not been alone for two weeks in a row. Heero had made them sleep in two different rooms. Even during the day, Heero would be watching..... /How strange for Heero to be so protective of Duo's body.... / He thought to himself.
"Heero, haiyaku!! they are at it again!!" Wufei cried out to him.
Heero rolled his eyes and mumbled to himself, "Why can’t I get any peace around here?"
"That is because Duo is around." replied Wufei dryly.
"Wu-man, just shut up okay!!" Shouted Duo while still struggling with Trowa.
"Well, just hearing your voice actually could brew up trouble, you know."
Trowa grinned on hearing that, repartee back, "Wufei is right, you know. It’s bad enough to hear you talk in your own voice. Now, must you sully Quatre’s voice too with your non-stop chattering too?"
"Why, you!!" Duo threw in a punch aiming at Trowa’s cheekbone.
"CEASE!!" The authoritative voice rang out across the corridor. The both of them immediately stopped in their tracks, or rather, in what they are currently doing right now - rolling on the floor.
"Heero, it’s not my fault, you know that..."
"Yeah, right."
"Trowa!! I did not say anything about you, okay!!"
"Hn."
"Oh, please...... Why can’t you both just stop rebutting each other!!" Quatre could not understand while the usually indifferent Trowa could get so messed up with Duo around.
"Quatre , its all right, darling. I promised you I will just stay out of Duo’s way." Trowa replied, trying to placate Quatre.
"oooh.... The ever loving, considerate lover.."
"Duo Maxwell!! That’s it!! I want to skin you alive!!"
"You mean, skin Quatre alive ?? Oh my, How in the world could Quatre like such a barbaric man like you??" Duo shook his head while continuing, "Tsk, tsk... Evil man..."
Trowa was furious with Duo. He fought back, retorting. "Indeed, I am a barbaric man. So barbaric that I would just cut off the plait then. After all, Quatre does not need it. He could then just go for plastic surgery and I’ll have my Quatre back..."
On hearing that, Duo's face ( or rather Quatre's face ) paled and screeched, "NANI!! Leave my plait alone!!"
"NAni?? I thought this is Quatre I’m speaking to..."
"Trowa!! I will-"
"ENOUGH!!" Heero was beginning to develop another major headache now that Quatre and Duo had switched bodies.
Trowa and Duo picked themselves up and adjust their clothes which had rumpled during the ‘fight’ .
"Ne, Heero, where are you bringing us?"
"Hopefully, to sell you away. You have been creating too many throbbing headaches too much for me to bear." Heero said dryly.
Trowa and Wufei burst out laughing when they heard that.
"Humph."
"Oh come on guys, Duo is not so bad after all."
"Yeah, I bet ya on that." Trowa mumbled under his breath.
Quatre looked at him reprovingly, "Trowa, care to repeat what you’ve just said?"
"Nothing."
Wufei smothered his almost bursting laughter. He could not believe the generally cool, distant Trowa would be afraid of Quatre. The idea of really tickled him . Duo could not sustain any longer and burst out laughing while Heero looked away politely .
"......" Trowa blushed . He too never knew the hold Quatre has over him.
Quatre too blushed....... Trowa saw that blush and thought that was very cute although not as cute Quatre would be in his own body.......
"All right now , let's move on" Heero replied.
End Part One
Author's Note:
I have revised the whole story as there are many grammatical errors ^^;; Back then, when I started this fic, my english was very bad, but now... Well, let's just say that I had improved a little^^ I have made a few changes to the content as well. Do you like it? Do you think it funny? Give me your comments, regardless good or bad. Please email me at puck19@usa.net
Whiteangel