you loved me, did you not?

"…you loved me, did you not?" >Yes >Yes >Yes

Guess which bird I went after first.

LOOK AT THIS MAN THAT I FELL IN LOVE WITH.

                                                          without choice

                                                   without a s s i s t a n c e

                                                  a l i v e

                         you gotta                                       kill your  

                              in my hands,

                   like a time bomb

                                                          without choice

                                                   without a s s i s t a n c e

“ A toast. For your good health. ”

Funny how easy it was to lie to him. Shuu seemed so gullible, almost too much for a man with his high level of intelligence. The clink of the glasses was only heard by them, echoing throughout the lonely restaurant.

And down the hatch went the wine. Both men took a sip at the same time. And that was as far as memory served the Noah.

When he came back, everything was fuzzy, almost as if he had stepped into a heavy fog. And everything was the color of what it would be like if he was in fog. Gray. There was no color, at all. Standing up, Tyki realized the table seemed to have gotten a bit closer. Strange… What game was Shuu getting at here?

“ What the hell did you do to me? ” Tyki managed to yell through his blurred vision, smacking his palm against the clothed table. No wait… That was different. Tyki reached his hand up to grab his neck and felt bare skin. He shouldn’t though, his hands were gloved and he would have felt fabric touching against his neck. But he didn’t. His voice seemed to go up in pitch.

And there was a foreign feeling. The Noah reached slowly to his mouth, and felt nothing. He wasn’t holding a cigarette there. Where did it go then? Almost like a flash of light, his vision cleared. And he saw not the small figure of the doctor, but instead his own intimidating one. That only could have meant… Tyki and Shuu had switched bodies.

There was no way he had grabbed the wrong potion. But it seemed as if this was what had happened. And Shuu had also made an err in reaching for the wrong vial. Getting over the fact that the potions were not merely hoaxes, it was hard to stomach this new information.

“ This better not be some sick joke because if it is I swear I’m going to kill you. ” 

                        ❝Do you think I would joke about something like this?" he growled at the other. "Why the hell would I want to -- would want to look like you?!❞            He was inexplicably angry, and his eyes shone bright gold, if Tyki would look close enough. Shuu wanted to -- He wanted to, plainly, destroy, and if that was not going to happen soon, he was going to blow a gasket.            Shuu didn't think, then. Instead, he chose to act first, which wasn't normal for him -- then again, he wasn't thinking at this time, so he didn't think about the abnormality of it. The doctor, with newfound strength, jumped on the table, knocking a few of the plates and silverware to the ground; he only stayed crouched there for a moment, until he was off again, now in front of Tyki -- in front of himself? -- where he grabbed the lapels of the lab coat. 

                                  ❝Do something, idiot!" he screeched. He pulled Tyki up off the ground by the clothing, shaking him, not thinking of the consequences. He genuinely -- genuinely -- wanted to murder him, despite it being his own looks. "If not ... I don't know how but I'll -- I'll -- ❞           What was he doing? Thinking suddenly, finally, he set Tyki down. He drew back, took a deep breath, looked down at his now ungloved hands. What a dark gray. How ominous. Is this what Tyki normally looked like? He'd have to find a mirror later and take as many notes as he could.