xX It's too hot, It's too cold, this jacket's too thick! Xx

Zexion Callahan was a practical man. He liked to go to Starbucks every morning, and sit at a small table with his laptop and type up a new chapter while drinking a nice, hot cup of joe. He was a world renowned author, writing mostly under the genre of murder mystery and thriller. He lived in a flat with his little brother Downey, and sometimes his fiancé, Xigbar Jones. Xigbar was always traveling around everywhere, so it didn't really surprise Zexion when he woke up to an empty side of the bed.

Zexion did not like social outings too much, and really disliked loud and obnoxious people, the only exceptions being Xigbar and Downey. Normally, if someone irks him or really pisses him off, he ends up killing them off in the worst ways in his books. Xigbar has been killed a total of twenty-six times under many different names, all of them either including 'Xig' or 'Bar' in them.

Today, he had to go grocery shopping. It was a rarity, actually. Zexion would usually walk into the kitchen to see the counter cluttered with groceries in the mornings, but no sign of Xigbar. He thought of it as a sign that he was indeed faithful to the younger, and wasn't cheating on him during his constant disappearances.

Downey was always accompanying him to Starbucks and the store. He loved Zexion so muches, so he was sure to stay quiet while he did his writing. He seemed to have this sensor in his brain that let him know when Zexion wasn't really writing and just staring at the screen, so that was when he started to talk to him. Zexion didn't mind though. He loved Downey very much, and would give his life for the little one's. Downey was only eight to Zexion's twenty-three, by the way.

Skipping the shopping, Zexion was lucky to only have to carry on paper bag home with him today, his other hand holding Downey's, who was chatting away. Abruptly, he stopped and gasped. He tried to warn Zexums of what was coming, but alas, it was too late.

xXx

Demyx Nomura was a musician. He did not like silence, at all. So, naturally, the twenty-five year old really disliked sitting in the library, with his quiet friend Lexaeus. He honestly wished that he could be with his boyfriend right now, Axel. But he said something about visiting his grandmother at the nursing home; the one that didn't like Demyx and threw things at him every time he came with Axel.

Demyx played several instruments for the band Paperclippin' Moose (1), as well as being the lead vocals. He lived with Axel and his twin Reno, in their apartment, where threesomes occurred often. Reno's own boyfriend, Rude, also lived with them.

Lying around the apartment were tons of books, belonging to Rude of course. They were all of the same genre; horror, thriller, mystery. There seemed to be quite a few by this mysterious 'Z. Callahan' fellow too, who was quite attractive. Wanting to stay faithful and true to Axel, Demyx convinced himself that this 'Z. Callahan' fellow was a creepy sadistic masochist who was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, sitting in his lab creating psychotic plots of doom—hey, have you read some of his books? They are psychotic(-ly good)! Plus, the guy undoubtedly lives in New York. All famous people seem to, besides actors and actresses. Ok, and musicians. They all seem to live in Hollywood or LA. Ok so maybe only authors live in New York, but still. It's too common.

Just then, Axel crashed through the library doors. "Hey, man, I'm back. Let's go to band practice, eh?" He said, saying a small hello to Lexaeus afterwards. "Yea!" Demyx said, with a little too much enthusiasm. "Sorry for bailing out on ye like this Lexy, but duty calls," He shrugged. Lexaeus merely nodded and smiled. "It's ok, you looked about to die from boredom," He said. "Nuh-uh, I had an awesome time," Demyx lied, causing Lexaeus to raise his eyebrows. "Yea ok that was a lie, but I'll see you later!" He grinned and waved, and with that, Axel and Demyx left hand in hand.

On the way there, Axel had been going on and on about random things; it had been quite obvious that he was either really excited about something or had just had coffee. He had been so pumped to talk to Demyx, that he did not notice the two males crossing the street at that time.

"Oh my gods Axel look out!" Demyx screamed, and Axel barely had time to slam on the brakes. Unfortunately for Demyx, two factors played in the role of why his life was about to go through the hurricane. One, he had a bad habit of not wearing his seatbelt. Two, they were in Axel's convertible, in which the top was down. So, Demyx flew through the top and flew smack dab onto one of the males. Then, of course, because fate would have it, the car behind them hit Axel's convertible with much force, causing all three males in the street to get hit.

xXx

When Zexion woke up, the first thing he noticed was, oh how cliché this was, that he was in a hospital. The second thing was the male sitting next to the bed, holding his hand. He had ridiculously red hair, and looked like a fucking hedgehog. "Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing?" He asked. Blargh, what was wrong with his voice?

The redhead's head shot up. "D-Dems, you're awake, man! Are you ok?! Does the head hurt still?" He asked, truly concerned. "Who the fuck is Demyx? What the hell happened, and where is Downey? Xigbar not being here I can understand, he wouldn't know, but where's Downey?" He snapped, looking around. When he saw the body in the bed next to his, he nearly had a heart attack. How is he in the next bed, when he was in this one too?

"What kind of sick joke is this? Why am I there and here at the same time?" He asked. Axel gave him a weird look. "Dem, what are you talking about? You're right there. Over there is one Mr. Zexion Callahan, whom I almost killed. Dude how much would that suck if he was that author guy; Rude would skin me if we killed his favorite author!" He whined.

Zexion looked at him incredulously. "I am that author guy," He said, just as the male next to him was waking up. "A-axel? Why are you over there…?" A hoarse voice asked. "And who—Holy shit!" The man screamed. Both he and Zexion stared at each other, horrified.

"W-why am I here while I'm over there too?!" The other asked. Zexion slowly nodded. "Fuck. That's what I would like to know. But still, where the hell is Downey?!" Zexion snapped.

"Oh wait that kid? He's fine, just minor injuries," Axel explained, before putting on a different face. "So let me get this straight; if you both aren't psychotic, then you like, what, switched bodies?" He asked. Demyx groaned before combing his hands through his now slate hair and falling back into the bed. Zexion sighed. "I… I suppose so…" He said, shaking his head. "Shit," All three males said in unison.

(1) Yeaaa, it would probably be wise if you didn't ask. (not really, I don't care -shrug-)

Guillotine is now officially on hold; the last chapter of WDWhPB will be up within the next few days.