After bidding the Genki team goodbye, Haruka found herself walking down the hall with the remaining Quartet Night. No one said a word – which was fine and normal with Reiji absent – although the composer had questions she wanted to ask her cool seniors.

'I wonder what's it like to be a teacher?'

"You better speak up if you have something to say." Ranmaru exclaimed, sensing the thoughtful aura of the composer. The rocker had grown accustomed to the female's presence despite his initial impression of her.

"Ano...I was just wondering why'd you became sempais. Is it great being one?" Haruka asked.

"It's not – it's a nuisance! Especially when you're stuck with people you don't want to see." Ranmaru replied.

Camus added his own share of thought. "If you're referring about our relationship with Starish, it's strictly business."

"We're only their mentors because Saotome assigned us to them." Ai began. "We did not choose them because we wanted to."

"Our job is only to train them to be excellent idols. Building friendships is not our priority." The Count supplied. How Reiji would object to that if the bumbling idiot was still around.

Ranmaru crossed his arms. "Yeah, but we don't really need to teach them a lot. Those punks are doing fine, though I'm not saying they'll ever surpass us."

"The assignments we gave them are simply for their information and discipline." The youngest sempai said in a manner of fact. "It is for their own good as idols. We are not concerned with the rest."

Haruka felt like something didn't add up to the statements her seniors made. "But...if you aren't concerned and if you think Starish can be on their own, why haven't you left them yet?"

Her question brought the Quartet Night to a halt. Perhaps they wanted to stay – Starish was, no doubt, a pretty good group and damn, their kouhais must be made of magic or glitter – but the pioneering princes would never care to say nor show how proud they were of their kouhais. Not yet anyway; Quartet Night was composed of professionals and they have to live up to that.

Startled by the silence of her seniors, Haruka hastily apologized. "G-Gomen! I didn't mean to ask so much!"

Ranmaru was the first to speak. "We only stayed because we haven't received word from the president yet."

"Oh." Was the only word that came out of Haruka's mouth. The group continued to walk in silence until the composer was nearing her room.

"Thank you for your time! Goodnight!" Haruka bowed before going off to her destination.

Once she got inside her room, she pulled out a chair and started to compose yet another music piece. Like every other night, she would scribble down musical compositions until eventually, sleep would get the best of her and she would would wake up the next morning due to either a knock on the door by Ringo-sensei or Cecil would play Aladdin and be magically up on her window to wake her. Yep – it was a normal cycle for the girl.

Therefore it served as a shock when Haruka woke up in a different room feeling quite unlike herself.

~

'Bad' didn't quite qualify the term to describe Cecil's situation. In fact, that word was an understatement. Never in his whole life had he expected to encounter such sanity-reducing, mind-straining, WTF scenario with the person he least wanted to be involved yet the universe wanted to be the crook that disproved him.

Because as of the moment, Cecil was face-to-face with an angry Haruka.

"Fool! What did you do!?"

"H-Haruka?" The green-eyed teen squeaked.

"It is I – Camus! How dare you do this to me!" The Count boomed.

"Why would you assume that I had something to do with this!?" The guilty cat bastard cried out.

Camus frowned deeply. "Who else is capable of asking his gods to cast a spell that can swap other people's souls!? Fool!"

The enraged royal took several steps towards his kouhai until said kouhai was pressed against the shower walls, causing the green-eyed prince to panic even more. He wasn't just facing Camus – he was facing Camus in the form of Haruka, his princess.

Needless to say, Cecil was very confused on what to feel.

"Please don't come any closer!" Cecil squeaked. "I'm really sorry!"

"Sorry? That is all you have to say for yourself?" The icy Count scoffed. "You've done more damage than you could have, Aijima!"

Camus was now in front of Cecil. No doubt that he was boiling with hate, but his glare did not have much of a scare factor since he was a petite girl as of the moment.

Realizing this awful information, Camus said, "Bend down."

"Huh?"

"So I can look at you coldly in the eye."

Oh how tempted Cecil was to fool around and joke about his sempai's current stature. He never saw Haruka this mad before and all he could say was that the girl was crazy adorable. However, Cecil wanted to live long and the key to prolonging one's life was to continuously hope that your senior would not freeze you like the madman he was, so the former neko decided to obey the blond. Once they were on the same level, Camus narrowed his eyes that seemed incapable of killing a fly, much less send a threat.

"Who is in my body?" The Count asked, with all the coldness he could muster.

"I-I don't know!" Cecil replied honestly. He didn't exactly specify who was to transfer.

The earl huffed and marched out the bathroom – which Cecil found to be disturbingly cute. The younger male followed suit and he was just in time to see whoever was in his sempai's body wake up. The person blinked a couple of times before speaking.

"Cecil-kun? What are you doing here?"

Before the idol could answer, Camus intervened. "State your name!"

The Count's person looked confused. "I'm...Haruka? Wait – but you're me! Huh? What happened to my voice?"

At that very moment, everything audible was drowned out by Cecil's internal screaming. One of his worst fears had just been realized – the soul of the woman he loved was trapped inside the body of the man he despised and vice versa – and Cecil wished he could black out right now.

Well wasn't he just loved – his wish was granted! He blacked out!

"Fool! Get up!"

It took a while for Haruka to process the situation. One, she wasn't in her room. Two, Cecil was unconscious and half-naked. Three, Haruka saw herself strangling the prince in order to wake him up.

Something wasn't right.

The composer rushed to the mirror and screamed a manly scream. Her short, salmon pink hair had been replaced by long, blond ones while her sunset eyes changed into icy blue orbs. No longer was she of petite frame nor was she a girl. She became a man and not just any man – she became Camus, who was a walking iceberg in contrast to the girl's sunny demeanour. Against her innocence and gentleness, Haruka had to think: what the fuck? The composer never felt so away from reality yet there she was, glued to the ground while trying not to throw a catharsis after realizing that she now sported the male anatomy.

'Dear grandmother, I am now a man.'

Boy, wouldn't this be an interesting tale to tell her beloved grandmother if the old lady wouldn't freak out about her granddaughter's mental welfare.

"You!"

Haruka turned to her person and attempted to speak, but she ended up stuttering. "W-Who are...who....w-who – "

"I am Camus." The noble said as he sensed the girl's inability to form any sentences. "This is not an illusion. You really are me as of the moment and I am you."

"H-Huh?"

Camus sighed. "Aijima is the one to blame. He must have asked divine intervention from his mystic beings therefore resulting to this. It happened before with Starish."

Haruka clearly did not get anything at all. Camus rubbed her, er, his temples and pulled out a chair while motioning the other to do the same. The stunned composer did so and there was a moment of awkward silence before Camus spoke.

"If you recall, Starish had been acting quite unlike their selves last month."

"Oh! Because of their movie, The Switch, right?"

The Count smirked. "How naïve. Starish had truly swapped souls, hence, their out of character. The movie was just a timely excuse."

Realization finally dawned on Haruka. "So Ittoki-kun was really Jinguji-san, Jinguji-san was Ittoki-kun, Hijirikawa-san was Syo-kun, Shinomiya-kun was Hijirikawa-san, Ichinose-kun was Shinomiya-kun, Syo-kun was Cecil-san, and Cecil-san was Ichinose-kun?"

'Ah...good that she caught up.' Camus nodded his head. "Correct. Those peasants had their souls switched and failed to do a decent job acting as their temporary selves! Well, except Ichinose. He was well adept as Shinomiya."

Upon mentioning Tokiya and his act, Haruka remembered the Piyo-chan keychain she received from who she believed to be Natsuki. Come to think of it, the tall blond was calmer than usual that time so no doubt it was Tokiya's acting.

"But how could that had happened? How did this happen?" Haruka asked.

"Aijima requested his muses to help him gain closure with the rest of Starish. They only returned to normal once the request had been fulfilled." The earl of Permafrost replied then glared at his unconscious kouhai. "I am not certain what Aijima's plea was, but it must have something to do with you and me since we exchanged souls."

"How are we going to get back, Camus-sempai?" The composer added.

"If it is the same way as what happened to Starish, we will be back to normal once the fool's plea is made. If not, I have to travel to Permafrost to seek a solution but I deemed for it to be impossible." The noble answered.

Haruka cocked her head to the side. "Why is that, Camus-sempai?"

Without knowing how he got it since they were talking face to face, Camus pointed his scepter at Haruka.

"You are in my body and I will not allow you to shame me in front of my queen with your stuttering and sugary phrases! Permafrost deserves no low grade treatment from commoners!" The blond boomed.

While Camus ranted about how spectacular Permafrost was, his kouhai slowly regained consciousness until he was fully awake. The young prince got up and scratched the back of his head. He had a weird dream where his request to the muses regarding the sempais went horribly wrong causing Haruka and Camus to exchange souls. Luckily, it was just a life-scarring nightmare – what were the odds of it ever coming true? The prince rubbed his eyes and saw Haruka pointing Camus' scepter in a kind of threatening way while his sempai looked rather docile. It took a moment for Cecil to absorb the situation and to ultimately conclude that he was living his nightmare.

"AAAAHHH!"

"Hush, fool!" Haru – Camus began. "And put some damn clothes on!"

Upon realizing that only a fluffy white towel covered him, Cecil immediately scrambled to his feet and looked for his attire. Haruka – who, for whatever reason, did not notice the idol's lack of coverage until Camus pointed that out – quickly protected her eyes with her hands as a faint blush dusted on her cheeks.

'I am not pleased by this. This is a whole new level of disturbing.' The Count thought and looked away, feeling quite vexed in having to see himself react so unprofessional and less of a man.

Once Cecil was done changing, Camus did not think twice about hitting his kouhai on the head with his scepter.

"Ow! What was that for!?" The prince cried.

"For this!" Camus motioned to his appearance. "You made me a woman and not just any woman, I became the one you and the rest of Starish have their eyes on! Clearly, you must be sick in the head!"

"I swear I did not mean it!" Cecil exclaimed. "I would never allow anything like this to happen!"

"I'm sure Cecil-kun's telling the truth, Camus-sempai. At least, about us switching." Haruka defended.

The ice royal placed his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes at his kouhai. "What did you ask of your muses?"

After doing his best not to do anything even more life-threatening, Cecil could no longer resist letting out a chuckle. The Count gritted his teeth.

"What is so funny!?" He angrily asked.

The prince burst out laughing. "I...I couldn't take you seriously in that form! You're just so cute when you're mad!"

How he regretted saying those words for an encyclopedia, which weighed like a sack of cement, flew straight to his face – talk about karma! Camus might be stuck in the petite frame of Haruka, but his boiling hate for his kouhai's actions defied everything and gave him brute force that could move mountains and could cut the dorm in half. Haruka was quite amazed upon seeing herself mad like crazy. She decided to just be in the background and silently pitied the prince.

'Poor Cecil-san.'

Knowing his place, Cecil – with a red face due to the impact of the book – bowed his head in fear and apology. "G-Gomen!"

Camus crossed his arms. "You have a lot to apologize for, Aijima! Now, tell us what that request of yours was!"

"It was to have Quartet Night turn into the sempais we wished to have." Cecil answered.

...

...

"Wait, did you just say Quartet Night?" Camus asked. "Does that mean – "

The Count was unable to complete his sentence once a high-pitched scream that relayed utter horror was heard.

"That sounded like..."

"Mikaze-sempai!"

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Chapter 2 is up! Ohoho...things are getting interesting now, aren't they?

Hello dear readers! I hope you enjoyed reading The Switch II! I swear on the life of the mushroom I ate earlier to make this fanfic the best and worth reading! It'll certainly be longer compared to the first book :D

Speaking of the first book, I highly recommend (to those who haven't read it yet and jumped straight to this) that you lovelies read The Switch for I will be mentioning parts related to the previous Utapri switch story. Like when Cecil threw a book at Syo and this time, it was his turn - well, technically he got hit twice since Syo was Cecil xD Poor neko-man!

Anyway, leave a note/vote/follow and look forward for the next chapter - I am definitely hyped for it teeheehee ;)