Long time, no update!

I would like to have a poll here in the bit of crux I was having:

Should I make this a love triangle? If yes, then with whom?

Haruka x Syo x _

Fill in the blank!

If no, then simply no!

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Chapter – 9

Haruka fidgeted.

And fidgeted.

And…

Well, that was the only thing she could do… seeing as she was in very deep sh- trouble.

She really needs to work on her language. Maybe the soul-switch thing was doing too much damage on her language.

A girl, she was a girl in soul.

Nervously playing with her fringes and her purple clip she changed to match her striped T-shirt; she looked out of the window of the moving car, giving a very inaudible sigh.

She was made for composing songs, not acting!

"Ne ne Syo-chan, you are terribly nervous like this is your first time… is something wrong?" Reiji asked him with a dimpled yet reassuring smile.

Haruka's eyes tightened as she smiled back.

"I feel… a little bit uneasy…"

"… You need to pee?"

"No! I mean- no, I always-um, feel a little un-uncomfortable in cars ya know? Squishy stuffy monsters they are…" Haruka lied unconvincingly and winced when Reiji cocked an eyebrow. Can't he just leave her alone? Haruka groaned mentally.

"Cars are not squishy, stuffy monsters Syo-chan… honestly tell me, are you nervous?" Reiji leaned down, his face terribly and uncomfortably close to Haruka. If anything, it served to tense Haruka more. Before she could use another deflection for his press-on, or open her mouth for that matter, they reached their destination, the studio.

Kami help me.

Syo-kuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnn…

"…Achoo!"

"Did you catch a cold Nanami-san?" one very unblinkingly staring Ai suddenly blinked as he broke out of his trance and pressed his hand on Syo's forehead. Rubbing his nose and momentarily wondering if someone was remembering him, he suddenly broke off his thoughts of Haruka.

"N-No it was your curse, now stop staring at me!" Syo jolted from his touch and placed his pen down as he turned to glare daggers at the teal haired boy.

The said teal-haired boy's eyebrows knitted.

"I didn't curse you."

"Oh really, then what were you doing, counting my wrinkles?"

"You have very small frown lines on your forehead, barely visible, other than that, nothing." Ai said firmly. Syo groaned and banged his head – albeit carefully – on the desk he was staring uselessly for almost an hour.

Honestly he was made for acting, not composing!

And now Ai informs me that Haruka had wrinkles, was he really counting her wrinkles?

Irritating brat.

"Why are you staring at me like I am the last piece of sushi?" Syo mumbled against the table, still feeling the pin prickles of his stare.

"I am trying to feel." Ai replied, some unknown emotion burning in his soft voice. It made Syo frown as he raised his head up and stared at the viridian eyes of the boy.

What did he mean by that?

They stared into each other's eyes, while Syo tried to figure out what did Ai actually mean by that.

"Nanami-san, if you are done staring, I believe it's time." One Camus said, leaning against the doorway with a disapproving twitch on his lips.

Syo scowled and blushed.

"Time for what?" Ai asked in confusion. Syo shook his head at him and then waved his bye.

"What was that?" Camus whispered in his ear, Syo shivered as his breath tickled his ears and shuddered at the disgust he felt at Camus' closeness.

"A bit of staring contest we were having," Syo said tersely while he hesitantly followed Camus.

"Wait! You want me to wear THIS!?" Syo roared as he stared at the… thing that was in front of him in utmost horror.

"You didn't hear me nicely girl, I order you to wear this." Camus tilted his chin haughtily.

"This—t-his!" Syo spluttered as he glared at the maid costume in front of him. No way, no way he was wearing this, maid or not!

"Precisely, don't make me wait long." Camus said sternly as he abruptly turned around and slammed the door shut.

Syo groaned and slid down dramatically as he eyed the dress. He flushed at the prospect of getting to see Haruka in a maid costume, well she would look sexily devourable if she flipped her skirt and called him 'master'—

Syo growled and shook his head vigorously, no time to think dirty thoughts, maybe he could deal with it later—

No! He didn't have the ability to deal with it later!

His phone buzzed in the pocket of the frock he was wearing now, seeing the name of the caller, he immediately whipped the phone to his ear.

"Haruka! Are you alright!?"

"Syo-kun! What should I do? How should I do it? Why did you pick this role! I haven't the slightest-"

"Relax Nanami-okay? Relax… Take a deep breath and ask these questions slowly, so that I can understand, done that?" Syo could almost feel the nod Haruka was giving.

"I-I don't know anything about acting Syo-kun… what should I d-do, I feel like crying… And… t-this role, why didn't you tell me you were taking a BL role?—"

"Wait, what?" Syo's eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets. He never expressed his interests at the gay roles which were often offered to him, mostly being cough – seme – cough.

"They… they changed the plot when I arrived here… the theme is not based on friendship anymore, instead it is… oh god Syo-kun, what am I going to do!?"

"Oh no… alright relax Haruka… where are you right now?"

"Inside a t-toilet cubicle…"

Syo took a deep breath and chanted Hyuga-sensei's name under his breath and felt the calm soothing his disturbed state of mind. It was just acting… he should act professionally…nothing to worry about at all…

"Haruka… I am so sorry you are going through this… ordeal, if you can even call it that… but whenever feeling nervous, just remember Hayato-sama. You respect him right? He will pull you out of your troubles. It always helped me whenever I was nervous about performing stunts. Acting doesn't require your presence mind like composing do, it requires emotions. Look at me; I could hardly do composing even if I concentrated on my emotions, hard. Because I don't know how to refine it into beautiful notes of your music. You on the other hand, are doing acting. Just take the situation given to you, think it's totally real, remember Hayato and most importantly, use your emotions Haruka… put everything you feel, alright? Just… be okay…" Syo sighed, feeling terribly at loss how he should comfort Haruka. He just knew he was doing a very bad job now.

"Thank you… S-Syo. And… I will give it my best and I-I… just thank you S-Syo. Bye."

Syo was left gazing blankly at the shut door, his heart fluttering and trying to jump out of his chest.

She called him Syo.

"Syo-chan… are you alright? Do you have an upset stomach?" Reiji asked as he ducked check all the cubicles, trying and catch the sight of familiar shade of his faded blue jeans. Reiji was surprised to find no sign of legs; did he leave the washroom…?

The door opened abruptly as Syo walked out with a very determined look on his face that floored Reiji.

"I don't have an upset stomach senpai. Let's get this over with." Haruka said flintily as she walked to the wash basin and washed her hands.

"I couldn't see your legs Syo-chan."

"Huh?"

"Your legs – below the door." Reiji pointed at the space below the door of one cubicle close to them.

"Um… I was on the toilet seat."

"I could guess that much."

"I mean I— c-climbed the toilet seat."

"What!?"

"I-I tend to do that when I am nervous. Helps a lot." Haruka winced with the terrible lie she made. With some surprise and wonder, she found Reiji accepting that.

Reiji chortled with amusement, leaving Haruka puce red as he walked to the door.

"You are a funny one Syo-chan!"