Silas was in horror once he saw himself in the mirror, not the current body, but his own.
"The hell is going on!"
Darcy, the one in Silas's body shrugged his shoulders.
"No idea, probably wont be able to get back either. Anyways, what this pretty's name?"
Darcy lefted Choochoobear with care, Silas softened immediately seeing shes safe.
"It's Choochoobear, she's a ragdoll mix. I only called her that sonce the fur color shape reminded me of the old train engines and the colors reminded me of the brown and black bears."
Silas responded with a smile.
"Hehhh, that's surprisingly cute. She has been keeping me company while I processing what just happened for the last few days."
Darcy commented.
"Wait, my work!"
"Already called in, well, they called. I told them I felt sick so i had the last week off."
Silas sighed as Darcy explained.
"Hold up... Why are you suddenly nice?"
Darcy chuckles as he pets Choochoobear.
"I came shortly after my brother killed me... definitely stung like shit after learning why i was kidnapped..."
Darcy looked down.
"I know i had been a shitting brother, but ones thing forsure, he is naturally a psychopath. Father as well, he only ever cared for his the company. Mom begged for his attention, no, craved it to her becoming neglectful to me at 15. Once my father became a billionaire of course. She had also started staying out later and later."
He sighed.
"I became more rebellious since mom stopped showerimg me with affection, and by the time i knew it, i was kidnap at 20, tortured for days then killed my 15 year old brother. He also told me he was planning moms and father's deaths as well once he turned 18."
Darcy looked as if he wanted to cry.
"Then i saw your audiobook, decided to restart it and listened. Can't believe i was merely a stepping stone for him."
He looked up.
"...I take it you deeply regret what you did to Eugene?"
Silas spoke up after listening. Darcy looked forward again.
"Of course, when he was born, I was happy to have a little brother. During his first year, i had been paying attention to him, but mom wasn't happy with that fact once she recovered. Whenever i visited him or tried playing with him, mom kept complaining and even hitting me. At a young mindset, that was traumatizing to see your own mother treating you like that, she did apologize after, but not wanting to be treated like that, i stopped seeing me less and less. To the point were my mom basically manipulated me into bullying a defenseless child."
Darcy explained.
"That manipulation stuck until ny realization during the torture. Seeing as your 10, it's been 4 years after moms manipulation. It's fine of you decide to ignore him, considering that there's already a strained relationship. However, Eugene has always been smart since birth."
Silas flinched.
"Huh? Seriously?"
"Yeah, i saw it in eyes. He was able to left his head, rolled at 4 months, started walking at 9 months... I was genuinely happy. He spoke at 15 months, and it was my name. Not mom or dad, but Darcy."
Darcy had a bright eyes as he remembered.
"But that was the last time we had a close bond. Since then, you obviously can tell."
"Yeah. Are you fine over there? The technology there isn't as great as here."
Silas asked.
"Mm. Yeah, it's definitely a change in life style, but it's a lot more cozy. I've also seen your memories, although its hazy."
Darcy replied.
"Yeah. I take it you mainly saw the SA allegation?"
Silas asked as Darcy nodded.
"My parents had just arrived the previous night after we became like this. I can obviously tell they only want to make it right because they want something from me. It has been 10 years since the allegation, they didn't bother trying to ask during the 5 year i still had media and my old number."
Silas explained.
"I'm not entirely sure their story is true anyways, that bitch told everyone everything during her drunken phase at her bridal shower. My younger sister was in on everything, and my parents basically treat her as the golden child."
Darcy was dumbfounded before speaking.
"Ah, you can't seem to recognize it. I'm currently 20 years old, it's been 3 years or so since the allegation. I guess you came into my body at...."
Darcy looked down.
"27..."
Silas replied. Darcy looked up and smiled, before speaking again.
"It seems we get a redo for what we missed, childhood for you and adulthood for me."
Silas sighed before realizing.
"Wait, Choochoobear should be a kitten..."
He stared at the full grown cat.
[I'm the one you switched your places, transmigrating you as Darcy and Darcy as you. It seemed only fair, no?]
Choochoobear spoke, surprising the boys.
[You can refer me as a messenger of sorts, just take it as you please.]
She finished as she hoped of and walked to her cat tower to sleep. The two stared at each other before sighing.
""What a shitty life this is.""
They spoke in unison.
"Anyways, since we most likely wont be able to return back to our own selves. May as well make these as our new life's, right?"
"Fair point, thankfully im off for the week, gotten a high fever."
Darcy flinched.
"High fever? Well shit... that was by Eugene. He basically poisoned me with rat poison. Thankfully it was serious, but i was ill for 3 weeks."
Silas was speechless.
"Mom probably picked it up, most likely locked him up in his room. Can't really say 'room', it's more like a closet. Anyways you were probably bedridden for the last week."
Darcy explained as Silas sighed.
"This would be the beginning of his terrorism acts."
Darcy added. Silas just nodded.
"Wish you the best of luck, the timer on my side is almost done. See ya around, Darcy."
"Yeah, see ya around, Silas."
They both smiled as the mirror turned to normal. Silas, now Darcy, walked over to the bedside table and checked the time.
'We've spoken for 20 minutes, felt longer. Although, the communication is questionable...'
Darcy looked to the mirror, it was the standard mirror size but had more luxurious border, as if the the craftsman was encasing a baby in.
Darcy walked out of his room, although a bit light headed, he needed the exercise badly. Looking around, he headed to the Eugene's 'room'. Once he reach there, the door didn't even look luxurious, and it basically was at the end of the hall.
As he was walking, there were two other doors with the same luxurious as his door. He walked up and knocked on the door, knowing its locked.
"....Who is it?"
A much younger male voice asked, although very cold.
"It's me, Darcy..."
He spoke in a soft yet loud tone.
"...Go away!"
Eugene mustered up.
"I will, but... Im sorry. I know words don't mean anything, but i wanted to say it. I won't be bothering you anymore either."
Darcy apologized, in a sorrowful tone. He didn't here anything from the other side.
"I also know i cant really do much to help with your situation. You know how mom is after all, and father... his been busy with work."
Darcy explained.
"I'll see wither mom is leaving or not, then i'll come back to unlock the door at night. Just so you can get food."
Darcy added.
"See you, little brother."
He didn't bother waiting and walked off. He used the wall as support as headed down the hall, and down the stairs using the railing.
He hesitated a bit before walking towards the living room, not seeing Cynthia there.
"Young master? You should stay in the room."
Isaiah was worried, rushing over. Mary alongside him.
"Sorry, i wanted to know where mom is."
Darcy smiled.
"Madam? She had just left to the airport, she want on a work trip. It'll be a week."
Isaiah responded.
'Worktrip my ass. She's obviously meeting some dude. Afterall, this is the start of Cynthia cheating on Victor as well. She doesn't even work.'
"I understand. Then I'll head back to rest more."
Darcy looked sad before smiling. Isaiah and Mary looked hurt before helping him back to the room.
"What about father?"
"Master Kane is still at work, then he'll be heading out for a meeting at City G in Country B."
Darcy nodded when Isaiah explained. The elderly also mentioned him, Mary, the chef and two other maids are present. He sighed once the two finally left, lying down to get the dizziness away.
In 10 minutes, Mary came back in with a tray of fresh made lunch. A bowl of ceaser salad with chicken on top, homemade spaghetti and meatballs with grated cheese. A cup of a redish looking pop. A small plate with a slice of apple pie with whipped cream on top.
Darcy drooled at the sight as Mary left. He once again began to savor the taste of each thing. Once he finished his salad and spaghetti, he drinked the pop.
'Cherry. It seems he loved cherry flavors.'
He thought as he finished the apple pie, then the rest of the pop. Ringing the bell, Mary came in, giving him his medicine, then taking the tray.
Darcy laid back, before setting up and putting on an alarm for 6pm. He wanted to be awake for dinner.
'Should also ask for the chef to prepare for a midnight snack for easy digesting.'
He thought before drifting over to sleepland.