ch 2 : back to normal

Keith stretched his arms and legs, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Ahh, finally! I miss my body, haha!"

He looked at the reflection in the mirror, a mixture of emotions on his face. "What did you do today, hmm? Ahh, oh, I worked well until I felt tired."

He glared at the reflection, his tone turning sarcastic. "Don't you take pity on me? I did your bidding pretty well, didn't I?"

He scoffed, his anger rising. "Hmp! How can I thank you when you're the main reason I was trapped here?"

The reflection, now back in the mirror, smirked at Keith's words. "Ah, don't mention it, Keith. I just wanted to... liven things up for you."

Keith glared at the mirror, still feeling frustrated. "Liven things up? You think trapping me in a mirror and taking over my body is 'livening things up'?"

The reflection chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds so... mundane. But trust me, Keith, I had a blast."

Keith shook his head, still trying to process the events of the day. "I'm just glad to have my body back. But next time, stay out of my life."

The reflection grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "No promises, Keith. No promises

Keith scowled at the reflection, annoyed. "You! You reflection of myself!

The reflection said What can you do, at least change my nickname? It's bothersome when you call me that."

Keith smirked."No way! But it's a good idea, since it's hard to call you that... then I'll call you Keit."

The reflection shook his head. "No, change it. It's not good."

The reflection chuckled. "You, you're not good at giving a name, are you?"

Keith smirked, confident. "I'm good at it! Do you want to see what examples I made? Nickname: Ket, Kth, Keithy."

The reflection burst out laughing. "Why are you so bad at picking names?"

Keith shrugged. "Never mind, I'll pick one for myself... Kyle."

The reflection grinned, impressed. "Kyle? Not bad, Keith... I mean, Kyle.

The reflection smiled, satisfied with his new nickname. "Shut up, keith. Just remember, my name is Kyle now."

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Keith, walked downstairs, his stomach growling with hunger. He glanced back at Kyle , who was still watching him with an amused expression.

Keith rolled his eyes and muttered, "Babush," before heading down to the kitchen.

As he entered the kitchen, he instructed the maid, "Please prepare my dinner."

The maid nodded and began to prepare the meal, but not before exchanging a knowing glance with the other kitchen staff.

As they worked, they whispered among themselves, speculating about the sudden change in their master's attitude.

"I don't know what's going on, but he seems so different today," one of the maids said.

"I know, right? He's always so serious and strict, but today he seems almost... carefree," another maid replied.

Keith, oblivious to the gossip, took out his phone and began to scroll through the company's updates, wondering what Kyle had done while occupying his body.

As he scrolled, his eyes widened in surprise, and a mixture of emotions crossed his face...

Hmm, I'm impressed that he did a really good job handling my company in only half a day. It looks like I don't need to worry. As he was busy reading what Kyle had done, the maid entered with the food, and the maid said, "Master, the food is ready."

Keith answered with a smile and said, "Thank you, you can go now." As he was ready to eat, he saw a strange dish and called the maid, asking her, "What's this dish called?"

The maid replied, "...it's called 'Keith's Delight', sir." Her eyes sparkled with amusement.

Keith raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Keith's Delight? I've never heard of it. What's in it?"

The maid smiled mischievously. "I'm not entirely sure, sir. The cook said it was a special recipe, instructed by... um... someone."

Keith's eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping in. "Someone?"

The maid nodded, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "Yes, sir. Someone who claimed to be... you."

Keith's eyes widened, realization dawning on him. Kyle. That sneaky reflection had been up to something...

Because before Kyle went to the company, he instructed the maid to make a dish that could be made with a pretty presentation and called it "Keith's Delight", just to make fun of Keith and see his reaction. But Keith, as he saw the dish, simply said, "Just you wait, you brat. I'll teach you a lesson. Hmp."

Unbothered, he continued to eat with his phone in his hand, as he always did, planning to stay one step ahead. He knew he had to act quickly, as there was a time limit on how long Kyle could use his body.

When he finished eating, he quickly went upstairs to his bedroom, which the maid found suspicious.

As Keith finished his meal, he quickly got up and headed upstairs to his bedroom, his phone still in hand. The maid watched him go, a puzzled expression on her face.

"That was strange," she whispered to herself. "Master Keith usually takes his time after dinner, but tonight he seems... anxious."

She shrugged and began to clear the table, but her curiosity lingered. What could be troubling Master Keith?

Meanwhile, upstairs, Keith locked his bedroom door and leaned against it, his eyes fixed on the mirror. A sly grin spread across his face.

"You think you can outsmart me, Kyle? Think again," he whispered, his voice dripping with determination.

He pulled out his phone and began to type, his fingers flying across the screen. A plan was forming in his mind, one that would teach Kyle a lesson he wouldn't soon forget...

Keith stormed over to the mirror, his face red with anger. "What did you do, Kyle?!" he shouted, his eyebrows raised in indignation.

Kyle, still grinning, shrugged. "What did I do?" he repeated, feigning innocence.

Keith's scowl deepened. "You don't know what you did? How could you ask the maid to make a dish named after me? 'Keith's Delight'? Are you kidding me?"

Kyle burst out laughing at Keith's angry expression. "You're really annoying to talk to," Keith muttered, crossing his arms.

Kyle's laughter only grew louder, and Keith's face turned even redder with rage. He spun on his heel and stalked into the bathroom, muttering to himself. "Just you wait, Kyle. I'll teach you a lesson."

As he showered, Keith continued to curse Kyle under his breath. Kyle, still watching from the mirror, found it all hilarious.

When Keith emerged from the bathroom, he caught Kyle's eye and gave him a withering look. But instead of intimidating Kyle, it only made him chuckle. "You're so predictable, Keith," Kyle said, shaking his head in amusement.

Keith shook his head, deciding to let it go for now. He knew he'd be back in the mirror tomorrow, and he didn't want to waste his energy on Kyle's antics.

Instead, he climbed into bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "I'll deal with you tomorrow, Kyle," he muttered, snuggling under the blankets.

As he drifted off to sleep, Keith couldn't help but smile. He knew that tomorrow, he'd be back in control, and Kyle would be back in the mirror. The thought was almost... soothing.

"I'll get my revenge tomorrow," Keith whispered, his eyes closing in anticipation. "But for now, I'll just enjoy my sleep. After all, I don't want to wake up with wrinkles from frowning too much."

He let out a gentle chuckle, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. "You may have won this small battle, Kyle, but I'll be back, and next time, I won't be so easy to fool."

With that, Keith drifted off to sleep, a peaceful smile on his face. The moon cast a gentle glow over his room, and the silence was only broken by the occasional creak of the mansion

But despite the peaceful atmosphere, Keith's mind was already racing ahead, planning his next move, and plotting his revenge against the mischievous Kyle.

When Keith woke up, he found himself back in the mirror, staring at Kyle, who was already dressed in his suit. Kyle caught his eye and said, "Are you still angry, Keith?"

Keith's scowl deepened. "How can I not be? You named a dish after me! How can you compare me to... to... that?"

Kyle chuckled. "Stop, stop. I may have a bad hearing if too many words are spoken to my ear."

Keith let out a disdainful huff. "Hmp."

Kyle's expression turned serious. "I apologize, Keith. I really didn't mean to offend you. It's just... I found it funny."

Keith's laughter was cold and mirthless. "Hahahaha. That's not funny."

He turned his back on Kyle, refusing to look at him. Kyle sighed and said, "Bye."

Kyle headed downstairs to have breakfast, his voice cold and detached as he instructed the maid to prepare his meal. The maid rushed to obey, nervous about Kyle's mood.

As she was setting the table, someone tripped and stumbled, crashing into the table where Kyle was sitting. Kyle's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice icy...

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