SWEET LITTLE LIES:

CHAPTER TWO.

BEFORE NOTE: extra warning for impicit Shounen-ai. No likey, no ready, no flamey, how it always is...

...and, somehow, I'm rather dissapointed with myself on this chapter, so I my be deleting it and rewriting/editing it without further notice... Yes, I've already edited it, but LC didn't want to edit this time, so I was forced to edit my own work (I've felt to shy to ask for a beta reader... yeah, I'm weird like that ), and you know how unproductive editing your own work generally is... hope you guys aren't as dissapointed as I was with it...

Asuka thought it was odd to be Yakeru. It was almost as if her body had changed. She could not only see what Yakeru saw at the moment, but she was Yakeru. She felt what Yakeru had felt. Heard what Yakeru had heard. Smelled what Yakeru had smelled (which was nothing at the time). It felt different to be in Yakeru's body. Heck, it would feel different to be in the body of any male. But she felt Yakeru's soft teal bangs and sideburns on her face, and the single, longest strand on her back. She did not feel the hair on her back like when she was Asuka, Yakeru's hair hung above his shoulders. She felt Yakeru's eyelashes as she opened her heavy eyes. They must have been longer than hers, as odd as it seemed.

But she also felt something else as Yakeru- aside from the physical differences. Uneasiness in her chest. In her mind. Or, to be more correct, his mind. Fear, maybe? But of what, she did not know. All she knew was that it felt like something was creeping up on her- something she didn't want to reach her.

In Yakeru's body, she felt another feeling alien to her, aside from the constant uneasiness that seemed to wax and wane. This was not a mental discomfort, it was physical: he needed to urinate. It was almost comical to Asuka, how different the urge to urinate felt in the body of a boy than in that of a girl. In fact, the distribution of nerves in Yakeru's body was of course, quite different from hers, as his body was quite different from hers. There was no need to ponder this more.

Apparently, the comfort of Yakeru's sheets was not enough to keep him from shifting and preparing to get up, Asuka guessed, to urinate. It was odd, how this possession-illusion of sorts that Yakeru had put her in worked: she retained her own thoughts, but saw what Yakeru saw, felt what he felt, heard what he heard, and so on. But she did not know Yakeru's thoughts. Rather, she felt their presence in Yakeru's head. It was as if they were in a language unintelligible to her. Furthermore, Yakeru's thoughts were much more frequent, and appeared to be occurring at higher speed than hers usually did, while they seemed more garbled and less organized, often sounding simultaneously in his head. Funny, what could one be thinking about while lying in bed half asleep?

Sounds from beneath Yakeru's bunk, Yakeru's ear received sound and transferred it to Asuka's brain. Yet, she couldn't make them out. Perhaps, Yakeru could. The slowing of his thoughts seemed to imply that he was listening. He must have had better hearing than her.

However, from the general nature of the sound, she could tell vaguely what it was. Voices. Furthermore, the voices were hushed into a very soft whisper. Asuka could not make out their tones. However, logically, they could be only the voices of Judai and Johan. And they must have been talking to each other.

Remembering what Yakeru had said to her previously, before she was in this reverie with in his… where was she? How did she get into a scene in Yakeru's memory, reliving it as such? But still, she knew what this was going to lead up to, like it was a book that she had already read the end of. It was an awful feeling, knowing that each second, you grew closer to a moment you dreaded.

Yakeru stirred, struggling to force himself up. He rose his chest out of the sheets, but then flopped down again, succumbing to the comfort of the sheets. It made a huge noise as his body ungracefully hit the mattress and bounced, yet Johan and Judai continued that their hushed conversation as if they hadn't noticed. Asuka would not admit to herself that she in fact knew the reason why they hadn't noticed. Because it couldn't possibly be true. This must be an illusion. An illusion, to trick her into surrendering her mind and will to Darkness' designs. She would not succumb. She wouldn't.

Yakeru's bare foot touched the top step of the ladder. No, Asuka thought. She didn't want to hear more. With every second of this scene that continued, she felt more and more dragged to a doom she could not control by the current of a river. But she couldn't close Yakeru's eyes or plug his ears. She was powerless.

But wishing it would stop did nothing. As Yakeru's ears grew closer to where Judai and Johan lay- the location was obvious now: under the bed- their conversation started to become clearer to Asuka.

Judai moaned. Softly, but he moaned.

"The moon shines bright, does it not, tonight". The voice was soft, but dry and slightly raspy- Johan. Yet, tonight, there was a twinge of deeper excitement in his voice.

"It does?" The deeper voice must have been Judai.

"In that light, I can see the blush on your cheeks. It looks so cute."

There was a pause in the lack of a response, but more moaning, presumably from Judai.

It was at this point that Asuka realized that Yakeru had made it all the way down the ladder and was now standing still, perhaps, she guessed, inquisitive about the ensuing exchange. She wondered what had been said in the earlier part of the conversation that Yakeru had caught but she had missed.

"Aww, you're blushing more~… Ah, and that redness out of your nose is adorable too~."

That had been Johan's voice, though in a lower and huskier tone than usual, though still teasing. But what was the "redness out of the nose"?

Judai's voice returned but now it was high, perhaps as high as it could go, and almost childish in tone, yet audibly excited. "You're so big, though, Johan-chan… I wa-"

"That'll be enough, Judai~. If you…"

At that point, Asuka could no longer hear the exchange, but she was now thoroughly horrified. Yakeru had walked, briskly, despite Asuka not being aware of him doing so, to the door of the bathroom. An awkward thought-wave seemed to move through his head- no doubt, he was embarrassed at overhearing what he had heard. It vanished as his fingers no daintily felt for the handle. Yakeru's hand wrapped around the handle, and opened the door. Asuka almost sighed with relief- it was over.

But as she didn't know, it wasn't. Not for her, at least.

The door hit the side with a bang- even Yakeru was clumsy while sleepy. But somehow, for some reason, Asuka was absolutely sure that Judai and Johan wouldn't notice if a nuclear bomb were dropped on them. A bathroom door that usually creaked anyways wouldn't be one bit of a problem.

Asuka felt another feeling stirring, but this was not only in his mind. Suddenly, Yakeru sneezed, into his elbow. Of course, the feeling did not go away. His right hand quickly whipped around, somehow now having a tissue in it, and flew to his nose. He sharply exhaled and removed the tissue, then stopped to look at it: a mixture of Yakeru snot and … blood? Asuka definitely was not understanding what all this mention of blood coming out of the nose, first by Johan and now noticed in Yakeru's tissue, was about.

It was at about that moment when Asuka realized that the feeling of excitement was not an emotion in Yakeru's head, which had a separate feeling of embarassment. The other form of the lust seemed to be more detached from the body she was in… then the terror dawned upon her- it was her feeling.

It couldn't be! How could she feel that way?

What she had heard, whatever it was, chilled her and rattled her to the core. She did not want to go back to the memory, to replay it in her head. Nevertheless, somehow, she was aroused at the thought of it, in a different way than Yakeru had been aroused, somehow, less exotic to Asuka's brain. Yakeru was aroused by the concept. Asuka was aroused by Judai. She hated the scene that began to replay in her head, yet somehow, the more it excited her. It tore her conscience in half, how could she be enjoying the scene, why, when she hated it so much. And her feelings continued to rip her apart.

WHY? How could she… like it?

Meanwhile, Yakeru was fussing over his hair- needless to say, with sever bedhead (and gosh, Yakeru's hair looked awful with bedhead, with a few strands curling up in random spots, whole strands sticking up in random directions, and one side flattened out and flopped onto the other side with the very back part of the right side sticking out in complete (this made her wonder how Judai's normally extremely puffy hair looked at night; her own hair was somewhat immune to bedhead).

However, despite that slight moment of distraction, the conflict that was tearing Asuka apart in her own head regained control of her thoughts, and she spiraled back into mental chaos.

After an endless repeat of the seemingly eternal struggle within her head, Asuka took focus (why hadn't she just not focused during the whole beginning part of this scenario?) again. It seems she hadn't noticed, but Yakeru had finally stopped fussing over his hair (so pointless anyways, he was just going to go back to bed, she presumed) and was now standing in front of the toilet to realize that whoever had used it last- Judai obviously- hadn't flushed. Yakeru made a disgusting face and flushed it, then gripped the tops of his pants…-at which point, Asuka was suddenly yanked out of Yakeru's memory.

"I think there is no need for you to observe me urinating, you little pervert girl. Thinking about Judai in those ways the whole time."

His words smashed against her as she settled back into her own body. He had been observing the thoughts that went through her head. She felt invaded. She felt ashamed, but didn't know why. She felt uncomfortable and unstable, but didn't know what was off. But now she was back in her own body, and everything was relatively normal, to her relief. It felt like Asuka's body, not someone else's, and that was definitely a plus, to not be stuck in someone else's body that felt so unlike what your's should be in your mind. She no longer felt Yakeru's thoughts in the back of her mind, but the conflict in her conscience and the stirring feelings remained.