<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/7c0a21eae9569a7ee454af6023577c6a/tumblr_n0q0fmdl291sajdvwo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Narita Yuki ~ Yukimura Ryuuto's body<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Homeroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The last thing she remembered was looking at herself in the mirror, yet when she came to, it was to find herself seated at someone else's desk. Yuki blinked a few times, willing her blurred vision to regain clarity once again, swiping at her moist lashes with quick brushes of the tips of her fingers, which felt larger and slightly rougher than they were supposed to. Shaking her head a bit, she stared down at the desk which she found herself perched at, near the classroom door. The usual swish of long locks caressing the back of her neck was absent, but in her current state of haze, Yuki didn't seem to notice it, or the lack thereof. Obvious questions began to plague her mind; how did she get back from the bathroom without remembering the trip, why was she sitting at some random desk, instead of her own? Had she blacked out? Should she go and see the school nurse?<br/><br/>Picking her head up, Yuki tilted her face so that she could observe her assigned seat, which remained suspiciously empty. It would have made sense if someone had temporarily occupied her desk during lunch, as students often clumped their desks together to make eating and conversing a little simpler. Yet that wasn't the case. So, how did she wind up in another seat? Why this seat, in particular?<br/><br/>Groggily, she turned out of the chair and pushed herself off, coming to full height, glancing around the classroom with furrowed brows, hoping for some sort of sign from her peers. No one seemed to pay her any attention however, as lunch began to wrap up, everyone busied themselves with the tasks of returning borrowed desks to their proper places and packing up their bento boxes after finding their seats once more. Everything seemed a bit further away, or smaller than usual, which made Yuuki even more convinced that she had probably suffered some sort of anxiety attack and needed a professional opinion as soon as possible. A quick glance at the clock in the corner told her that she had run out of time, but then again, perhaps the nurse could provide her with a note. Her feet felt heavy as she shuffled to the classroom door, albeit rather clumsily, like she wasn't used to the shoes she was wearing.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she reached the door that she noticed... herself standing on the other side of it. Though it didn't make sense for the door to be reflective, her mind had convinced her that it must have been, which was how she managed to slide the door open. Yet when the figure of herself didn't vanish at the disappearance of the obstruction, she felt her jaw drop open and her eyes go wide. There she stood, in front of her. It didn't make any sense. Was she having a hallucination? Was her mind obscuring the memory of her reflection in the bathroom mirror? Her head was positively throbbing as she worked to make sense of all of this - of any of it.<br/><br/>Purely out of force of habit, she reached back for her ponytail, which often restricted her, what with her mane being so long. It compelled her to periodically flick it out of her way, or over a shoulder, keeping it from hindering her. Yet her hand paused at the nape of her neck when she couldn't help but to notice the absence of her hair. If it were possible for her eyes to go any wider than a moment earlier, they would have. She gasped, frozen in place. Her fingers felt for her neck, then traveled up slowly, trepidation spreading over her features, which just so happened to be Ryuuto's features. "Oh my-" she paused, having heard her own voice, which was not, at all, the voice she recognized. Her free hand, for some unknown reason, clasped over her mouth, as the shock thoroughly invaded her being. Her stare finally peeled itself from the sight of herself, moving down to gape at her own hand... which was not her hand, at all. It was then that her hands both dropped, and her head fell a moment later, staring down at the body which her head sat upon - a body that was not her own.<br/><br/><em>'I'm dreaming.'</em>She determined, a look of relief washing over her face as she determined that was the answer to all of these unforeseen problems.<em>'This is a dream! It's not real. There is no way this is real!'</em><br/><br/>Her head darted up again, locking eyes with her own gaze staring back at her. "What's going on?" She asked, her voice a deep and husky baritone, the voice of a male student, a voice she couldn't quite place. Figuring she deserved some sort of an explanation, even if she were merely dreaming, she pressed a large, unfamiliar hand, against her counterpart's upper arm, guiding her away from the classroom and into the opposite end of the hall, near a wall of windows. It seemed like a conversation of this weight was meant to be had in private, hence the sudden redirection. She let go once they faced each other, leaning down slightly and slouching her back a bit, to get a bit closer to the height she was acquainted with, waiting for the solution to this riddle to be revealed.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5491/14653197374_919daa9000_b.jpg)</div>