Teena: Oooiiiii, minna-san! You liked Part 1 well enough to come back to read Part 2? I'm so happy! Pocky for all! *distributes pocky to all the readers* This part introduces a new plot twist! Duo: This thing has a plot? I thought the whole point was to get Heero'n me in bed together. Teena: No, that was NOT the whole point. I put that lemon in the last part because I promised you I'd write you one. And because I liked the idea of Heero being uke while in your body. Heero: Are you going to do more of that? *trys not to sound too eager* Teena: I doubt it. Oh, I would like to hereby state that I retroactively dedicate the lemon section of Part 1 to Cutter as a birthday present. Heero/Duo: *look downcast* Teena: Don't look like that. Consider it this way. So far, I have done one full-length fic, and am in the process of writing another, namely this. In both of them, there has been lemon. This may mark a trend in my writing. Heero/Duo: *perk up* Teena: That's better. Now come on and help me finish this monster. Heero: Ninmu ryokai. Teena/Duo: *roll eyes, sigh* Changed Minds Part 2: The plot thins... Smirking smugly, the observer turned her attention from the cabin to an area of the woods. Narrowing her eyes, she spied the two boys laying in each other's arms. The girl grinned and snapped her fingers. Her little game had only just begun. Quatre woke up slowly, to the feeling of warm sunlight on his bare skin. He didn't open his eyes, savoring the feel of the cool grass and warm sun, and, of course, his warmer lover, nestled in his arms. A thought slowly percolated through the haze of Quatre's contentment. When he had fallen asleep, he had been cuddled against Trowa's chest, in the circle of Trowa's arms. They almost never changed positions in their sleep. With a certain sense of dread, Quatre carefully opened one eye, looking down. Seeing someone with blonde hair curled up against him, Quatre shut the eye again with a whimper. It came to him that ignoring the problem wouldn't make it go away. Quatre took a deep breath and opened both eyes. A fall of light brown hair partially blocked his vision, and Quatre glared at it mildly. Disentangling himself from... himself, he sat up. And winced. Was this what Trowa felt like after every time they were together? Quatre shoved both the thought and the pain off to the side, and ignored them. He leaned down to wake Trowa... At least, he HOPED it was Trowa. That idea gave him pause, and he stopped to stare down at his own face, smooth and unmarred in sleep. Deciding that the only way to find out was to wake him, Quatre reached out and shook the other boy gently. Trowa woke up all at once, feeling someone shake him. His hand flashed around to grip the other person's wrist, as his eyes flew open. He stared up into his own face, which was looking down at him with a worried expression. Trowa's eyes widened, and he pulled a lock of his hair down to where he could see it. It was blonde. "Damn. Quatre?" "Yes, it's me. Trowa?" Trowa nodded and let go of Quatre's wrist. "This is bad." "Oh, Allah, this is worse than bad. Four pilots out of commission! I think we should get back to the cabin." "I agree. Heero and Duo will want to know about this. Here." Trowa handed Quatre the turtleneck and jeans, then picked up the slacks and shirt for himself. They were too dissimilar in height and build to trade and wear their own clothes. They both dressed quickly, packed up the stuff from their picnic, and headed back to the cabin. Quickly. When they entered the safehouse, Quatre immediately ran off to find Heero and Duo. Trowa took a less active approach. He listened carefully for sounds of typing or chatter. Failing to hear either of these, he headed for the stairs. He reached them at about the same time as Quatre, who hurried up ahead of him. As Quatre burst through the bedroom door, Trowa stopped, leaned against the wall, and listened. The click of a safety coming off; that would be Heero. A sound like a sheet being pulled up very fast. Then a split-second later, Duo started yelling. "Trowa! What the hell is wrong with you, man? Try knocking first, dammit!" "G... gomen, Duo, gomen nasai! But it's happened to us, too! I'm Quatre!" "That makes it worse! I thought you learned after the last time, Quatre!" "I know, I know! Gomen! We'll go wait in the kitchen, please hurry." Quatre half-ran out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. His face was very red. "Oh, Allah, how embarrassing," he moaned. "Duo was right, I should know better than to barge in there by now." "Probably. It's a moot point at the moment, though. I assume they weren't actually in the middle of anything?" At Quatre's affirmative nod, Trowa went on, "Then they probably won't be long. If we're going to wait in the kitchen, we should get moving." Quatre nodded, still blushing furiously, and passed Trowa, heading down to the kitchen. Trowa shook his head slightly, amused, and followed silently. Duo glared at Quatre as he walked into the kitchen with Heero. Heero nudged him in the ribs, then frowned and shook his head when Duo looked at him. "Na~nii?" "Don't glare. It makes you look too much like me." "I'm in your body, Heero! How could I NOT look like you?" "We use different expressions, different stances, and You. Don't. Glare." "I can glare if I want to." Quatre broke up the incipient quarrel, stepping between the two. He lifted his bang up so he could look at them with both eyes. "Stop it. I don't know why you two are fighting like this, but you need to stop. This is a crisis situation now. We have four pilots out of commission." Heero nodded. "We can't trust that our reflexes will be the same in different bodies. We depend a lot on our reflexes in battle, if they're wrong, we could get killed." "No shit, oh Master of the Obvious." "Duo, what the hell's wrong with you? You've been touchy ever since we woke up." "...I don't know, actually. I mean, part of it is HOW we woke up, but I'm just really irritable. Maybe it's the body. You always seemed to get irritated easily." "Thanks so much. This is some weird shit, Duo. First us, now Trowa and Quatre. What's causing this? It doesn't make sense." Duo gave Heero an incredulous look. "Heero, you feelin' okay?" "Fine. Why?" Heero collapsed into one of the chairs, sitting there rather sloppily. Duo sat down next to him, much neater and more upright. "Heero, you just said 'This is some weird shit'. You don't talk like that. And look at how you're sitting." Heero looked at how he was sitting, and straightened up. Duo raised an eyebrow at him, amused, but he quickly sobered. "Somethin's wrong here. We're changing. Acting more and more like each other. It must have something to do with the body switch." Quatre blinked. "Do you think that will happen to us, too?" "Probably. Oh, well, what happens, happens. Wufei should be back tomorrow, then we can all sit down and talk this over." Duo was rather surprised to hear such calm, rational suggestions coming out of his mouth, well, what was currently his mouth, but he decided to go with the flow. "Until then, I guess we wait." The four pilots exchanged glances. Finally, Quatre spoke up. "Well, it's not as if we have anything better to do." Heero was in the living room working on his laptop when Wufei came back. He spared the other boy a cursory glance before returning his attention to what he was doing. Wufei didn't leave it at that, though. "Maxwell, what are you doing on Heero's laptop? He will NOT be happy if he catches you." Heero opened his mouth to explain the current situation, but suddenly found himself overwhelmed with an irrisistable urge to needle the Chinese pilot. He decided to just go with it. Consciously adjusting his speech patterns, Heero spoke. "Oh, I don't think he'll mind. Not like I'm hurtin' it or anything." Just then Duo walked in. Heero and Wufei both turned to look at him. "Oi, Heero!" Heero called, stressing the name lightly. "You don't mind me usin' your laptop, do ya?" He winked at Duo behind Wufei's back, and Duo's eyes lit with understanding, as his face settled into the stoic mask Heero so often wore. "Hn. Do as you like. Just don't break it." With that, Duo sat down on the couch and opened a newspaper, ignoring the surprised look Wufei gave him. Heero gave Wufei a triumphant look, and turned back to the computer. Quickly finishing what he was doing, Heero shut it down and stood up. He went over to where Duo was sitting, carefully emulating Duo's bouncy walk, and leaned over the back of the couch. "Oi, Heero, whatcha doin'?" "Reading," was the one word reply. Duo was doing a very good imitation. But then, so was Heero. He hoped. "Put it down and talk to me." "No." Duo apparently continued to read his paper. Heero knew he was paying attention to the game they were playing, though. Heero stuck his tongue out at Duo, and went over to Wufei. "Fine, be that way. Wu-chan'll talk to me, won't you, Wu-chan?" Wufei gave Heero a look of outrage. "My name is not Wu-chan, it is WuFEI!" Heero looked at him innocently, then glanced over at Duo. "Fey? Oi, Heero, didja hear that? Wu's a fairy." "KISAMA!!" As Wufei sputtered in outrage, Duo's head jerked up to stare at Heero, who gave him a wicked little smile. Duo's lips began to quiver, then curved into a smile, then a grin, and soon the boy began to laugh uncontrollably. He fell off the couch, and rolled on the floor, gasping for breath. Wufei had stopped sputtering to stare at him in utter shock. "Oh... God! Never...in a million years...could I have... That was priceless!" Heero wandered over to watch his lover's antics, totally ignoring Wufei. Wufei was staring at Duo with a look of incredible confusion. This is the scene Quatre walked in on. "Guys, Trowa said to tell you lunch is... Duo, why are you on the floor?" Duo pointed at Wufei, then at Heero. "You won't believe...what he...said!" It was at this point that Quatre noticed the completely befuddled Wufei. "Oh! Wufei, you're back! Oh, dear... They haven't told you yet, have they? "Told me what?! What is going on here?!" Wufei was a very confused and unhappy man. When he had first come in, everything had seemed as it should be, aside from the oddity of Heero allowing Duo the use of his laptop. Then Duo had started making a nuisance of himself, which was in itself normal. It was Heero's reaction that had shocked Wufei. Right after the braided pest had delivered the final affront to Wufei's honor, Heero had burst out laughing. It wasn't the psychotic cackle the other boy occasionally used in battle, or the quiet, cynical laugh Wufei had imagined he might have, but a loud, genuine, and highly amused laugh. Wufei found himself wondering if Heero had a concussion, or some illness, but Duo had seemed unconcerned. Then Trowa had come in, but he had said 'Trowa told me' and had called Heero Duo. When he was made aware of Wufei's presence, he had said 'Oh dear.' Trowa did not speak like that. Had his usually stoic comrades gone insane? Wufei discounted Duo, in his opinion, the braided pilot had NEVER been sane. Wufei tuned in again, Trowa was speaking to him. "Some very odd things have happened while you were gone. You see, I'm not Trowa, I'm Quatre. Somehow, we've switched bodies. The same thing has happened to Heero and Duo. That is why he's rolling on the floor laughing. As you know, this is normal behavior for Duo." "Masaka!" Wufei exclaimed. "Duo is acting as much the fool as he ever has! Heero would not make such remarks to me! I will accept that perhaps you are Quatre, you are using the right tones and word choices, but that-," Wufei pointed at the braided pilot. "-is NOT Heero." The newly established Quatre slanted an inquiring glance at the indicated boy, who flushed guiltily. "Heero, what did you say to him?" The braided boy walked over to Quatre and whispered something in his ear. Quatre's jaw dropped. "You didn't! Heero, it's definitely getting worse. Wufei, I apologize for Heero's behavior. We've found that our personalities are changing the longer we stay in the wrong bodies. Heero seems to be having the most trouble with it." Wufei had to admit, strange as the story sounded, there was a ring of truth to what the other boy was saying. He decided to accept... Quatre's explanation as the truth for now. "Very well. I believe you. Maxwell, get off the floor and compose yourself." Duo, who had been taking deep breaths to stop his laughter, wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out at Wufei, then scrambled to his feet. "Man, I still can't believe Heero said that! I wish I'd said that! Welcome home, Wu-man. Nice situation to come back to, ne?" "It's worse than you think. Sally is with me. She insisted on coming, stubborn onna." As if on cue, Sally's voice drifted in the door. "Wufei? Can I come in now? If you're finished fighting with Duo?" "K'so," was the unified response from Heero, Duo, and Quatre. Quatre sighed. "Since she's here, we might as well let her in, and explain the situation." Wufei nodded, and went to get her. When he reentered with Sally, the four boys told her what was going on. She was shocked, but accepting, and quickly offered to help. After a short discussion, they decided to let her stay. Duo grinned. "Well, this place has five rooms, but we're only usin' two, so you and Wu can room seperately or together, whichever you want." Sally blushed at this statement, and Wufei also turned red, but it was mostly anger. "Kisama! How dare you make such insinuations! I am not a sex maniac like you!" Duo shrugged, and let it drop. They prepared a separate room for Sally, and that was that. The remainder of the day was spent with Sally giving the four mind-switched boys basic physical exams, but she couldn't find anything out of the ordinary with what she had available. They all went to bed a little frustrated, and a lot tired. Up in the air, the observer rocked back and forth, trying not to burst out laughing. Everything was going according to plan, and she was REALLY going to enjoy the next phase. ~owari Part 2~ Teena: *laughs* Anyone who can guess the next phase, congrats! I'm really having fun with this story. C&C is always appreciated. Heero: *smirks* I actually kind of enjoyed bothering Wufei. I think I'm starting to see why Duo does it so much.