Body Swap part 3
Aiba Masaki opened his eyes and then closed them again rolling around on the bed before crying out when he rolled completely off and ended up on a mountain of clothes and a shoe which somehow managed to catch him directly between his ribs in sharp burst of pain. He was positive that his bedroom had been cleaned the day before. Sho had been coming around after all…
“Ugh…” He moaned his head throbbing a little bit as his heart ached bitterly memories of the previous night coming back to him so quickly that it caused him to sway a little from side to side. Sho had come around and they had had a great dinner with the promise of something more before Sho had told him that last night would be the last time. That he was getting married the next week. Tears came to his eyes quickly and pressed his face into the quilt again before frowning when he realised that it didn’t smell like him. It smelt, dark, like dark chocolate and chilli. It wasn’t an all-together unpleasant smell but it wasn’t what he had been expecting and he quickly pulled the cover from his eyes and found himself looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling.
There was a damp patch directly above him shaped like a penguin and the white paint appeared to be discoloured by Tabaco. He pushed himself into a seated position and let out a loud gasp of surprise when he realised that this wasn’t in any way his own bedroom. There was barely any wallpaper on the walls and what was left was a somewhat horrible mustard yellow. The floor, including the patch that he was sitting on, was covered with clothes, shoes and rubbish.
Instead of pictures or decorations there were shelves with figures of varying shapes filling them and a little closer to home he noticed that there was a magazine tucked under the mattress. Nervously he pulled it out wrinkling his nose when he realised that it covered with something crusty that he really didn’t want to know what and his heart jumped a little awkwardly when he realised that it was the magazine of his semi-nude photo shoot. He hadn’t been happy about doing it but Sho had encouraged him telling him that he would be sexy.
“I’ve been kidnapped!” He breathed awkwardly dropping the magazine down before holding his breath and wondering if his kidnapper would come through the door at the sound. Long minutes passed by and the door remained thankfully closed and free of any signs of kidnappers. He listened for any sign of movement and then slowly got to his feet tiptoeing to the window. There was a thin scrap of curtain covering the panes of glass and he pushed it open screaming loudly when he saw a face he didn’t recognise reflected in the glass. He fell backwards moaning a little when his bum connected with the hard wood of the bedpost.
With no time to recover from the pain he ran out of the bedroom surprised to see that the rest of the apartment was in a similar state as the bedroom though in sitting area there was an expensive looking rig of TV’s, PC’s, and consoles. The apartment appeared to be empty however and he breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the door and pulled it open shocked when he saw a thin man with bleached blonde hair and a neck tattoo of a scorpion. He flinched thinking that this was one of the kidnappers and he closed his eyes expecting to be hit and dragged back into the bedroom and was immediately surprised when the man huffed out;
“Ninomiya-san? What are you playing at? Its Friday, have you got the rent?”
“The…The rent?” Masaki repeated slowly opening one eye and realising for the first time that something didn’t feel right. He had had always been taller than most people, ever since school, it had been one of his best features but now the man with the tattoo appeared to be towering over him and he swallowed nervously shaking his head from side to side realising that his hair didn’t seem to be as long as it had been last night. “Um not yet”
“Fine, make sure I get it by the end of the day and keep the noise down, for a game freak you make a lot of noise”
“Sorry!” Masaki hurried back into the apartment and slammed the door closed resting his back against it as he tried his best not to hyperventilate and work out what the hell was going on.
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
“Ugh…” He moaned his head throbbing a little bit as his heart ached bitterly memories of the previous night coming back to him so quickly that it caused him to sway a little from side to side. Sho had come around and they had had a great dinner with the promise of something more before Sho had told him that last night would be the last time. That he was getting married the next week. Tears came to his eyes quickly and pressed his face into the quilt again before frowning when he realised that it didn’t smell like him. It smelt, dark, like dark chocolate and chilli. It wasn’t an all-together unpleasant smell but it wasn’t what he had been expecting and he quickly pulled the cover from his eyes and found himself looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling.
There was a damp patch directly above him shaped like a penguin and the white paint appeared to be discoloured by Tabaco. He pushed himself into a seated position and let out a loud gasp of surprise when he realised that this wasn’t in any way his own bedroom. There was barely any wallpaper on the walls and what was left was a somewhat horrible mustard yellow. The floor, including the patch that he was sitting on, was covered with clothes, shoes and rubbish.
Instead of pictures or decorations there were shelves with figures of varying shapes filling them and a little closer to home he noticed that there was a magazine tucked under the mattress. Nervously he pulled it out wrinkling his nose when he realised that it covered with something crusty that he really didn’t want to know what and his heart jumped a little awkwardly when he realised that it was the magazine of his semi-nude photo shoot. He hadn’t been happy about doing it but Sho had encouraged him telling him that he would be sexy.
“I’ve been kidnapped!” He breathed awkwardly dropping the magazine down before holding his breath and wondering if his kidnapper would come through the door at the sound. Long minutes passed by and the door remained thankfully closed and free of any signs of kidnappers. He listened for any sign of movement and then slowly got to his feet tiptoeing to the window. There was a thin scrap of curtain covering the panes of glass and he pushed it open screaming loudly when he saw a face he didn’t recognise reflected in the glass. He fell backwards moaning a little when his bum connected with the hard wood of the bedpost.
With no time to recover from the pain he ran out of the bedroom surprised to see that the rest of the apartment was in a similar state as the bedroom though in sitting area there was an expensive looking rig of TV’s, PC’s, and consoles. The apartment appeared to be empty however and he breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the door and pulled it open shocked when he saw a thin man with bleached blonde hair and a neck tattoo of a scorpion. He flinched thinking that this was one of the kidnappers and he closed his eyes expecting to be hit and dragged back into the bedroom and was immediately surprised when the man huffed out;
“Ninomiya-san? What are you playing at? Its Friday, have you got the rent?”
“The…The rent?” Masaki repeated slowly opening one eye and realising for the first time that something didn’t feel right. He had had always been taller than most people, ever since school, it had been one of his best features but now the man with the tattoo appeared to be towering over him and he swallowed nervously shaking his head from side to side realising that his hair didn’t seem to be as long as it had been last night. “Um not yet”
“Fine, make sure I get it by the end of the day and keep the noise down, for a game freak you make a lot of noise”
“Sorry!” Masaki hurried back into the apartment and slammed the door closed resting his back against it as he tried his best not to hyperventilate and work out what the hell was going on.
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^