Summary: Fuji saw a shooting star, tried his luck and made a wish. The next day in the morning, they had switched bodies. Could you imagine Tezuka being the optimistic one and Fuji being the serious one? This could be a whole lot of fun.

Disclaimer: Don't own prince of tennis

The Big Swap


"20 laps around the court now!"

This is what you get when you are caught by your captain, specifically Tezuka, fighting during tennis trainings. Momoshiro and Kaidoh glared at each other before making their way to complete the laps. They haven't reached the other side of the court when they started fighting again.

"Stupid Mamushi! This is all your fault!"

"Shut up baka peach! Fssshuuu…"

"Momo, Kaidoh, 40 laps!"

They twitched. At that moment, they have stopped arguing, to avoid another increase of laps.

Fuji smiled. It was so amazing how Tezuka could easily give orders to anybody. Well, what's the use of being a captain?

Sometimes, he wanted to be the captain, just once. He liked ordering people around.

Fuji sighed. That is impossible. But imagining things is not bad, isn't it? They're free!


In the middle of the night, Fuji has decided to take a stroll across the town. Insomnia has taken over him. He wanted to play tennis to kill his time, but he thought no one probably plays tennis at this time. So he just walked and walked letting his feet take the destination.

While crossing the bridge, Fuji caught a glimpse of a familiar face below. He looked closer to see if he really knew that person.

Dark brown hair. Spectacles. Seigaku's regular jacket. Tezuka.

It was indeed Tezuka. Fuji smiled. It was so unusual to see Seigaku's buchou doing nothing especially in the middle of the night. Tezuka was staring blankly at the river as he was sitted over the green meadows. He was there all alone.

Fuji's smile grew even wider. He walked faster to approach Tezuka, just for company.

"Fancy meeting you here Tezuka"

Tezuka turned around to see the owner of that familiar voice. There he saw Fuji sliding down on his way towards him. He knew that the tensai is going to hit him so he moved a few feet in his left to avoid being hit by him.

When he landed safely beside Tezuka, he smiled again. He looked at him.

"Gomen ne, Tezuka"

"Aa"

That was the only reply he got from Tezuka. Then Tezuka averted his gaze on the river. He stared blankly at the horizon with those same expressionless eyes.

Fuji opened his eyes. He always wonders why Tezuka always speaks so little. And those eyes, it's always serious and expressionless. Sometimes, Fuji wanted to see beyond those expressionless eyes to see what's going on inside his head.

Silence fell upon them. Nobody spoke a word between them.

Fuji continued to stare at him, admiring his delicate features. He looked at his hair as it was being played by the wind.

Without moving from his position, Tezuka spoke up, "Fuji, stop staring at me"

Fuji snapped out of his reverie and went back to his own self. He smiled. It's so funny how Tezuka could be pissed off easily.

The tensai looked up above, gazing at the stars. The moon's light emanated through the sky. To his surprise, a streak of light passed across the sky. It was a shooting star.

Everybody knows you could have your wish granted when you saw a shooting star.

So, Fuji tried his luck, closed his eyes and made a wish.


At the next day, Tezuka found himself waking up in an unfamiliar room. A room filled with photographs and cacti around the room. On the sides, there was a mirror and tennis rackets beside the door.

Tezuka was surprised. Usually, he would wake up looking with blurred images. He sat up abruptly looking around the room to show any clue why he was at this place.

Thoughts have flooded him.

Has he been kidnapped?

There weren't any sign of people around or anyone was sleeping beside him. He pushed his blanket aside and noticed that he was wearing a completely different pajama than he had stocked in his closet. He scratched his head. Noticing that his hair has grown longer than it is, he ran toward the nearest mirror.

As he stared at his reflection, his eyes widen.

Piercing blue eyes snapped open while his light brown hair was being played by the wind.

Tezuka remained expressionless as he observed his own body from head to toe, trying to decipher what happened to him.

Is he dreaming?

He pinched himself hard on the face and felt a light pain on his cheeks.

It is definitely not a dream.

"Syuusuke, breakfast is ready!" He heard a feminine voice from downstairs called out.

He gasped. YES! He gasped. What was really happening to him?


Fuji stared at himself at the bathroom mirror. Feeling amazed as his own reflection was smiling back at him.

Tezuka looks cute when he smiles, he thought.

He posed at different angles, admiring the fact that he was actually in the stoic captain's body.

Earlier, he slapped himself hard so many times trying to wake up, thinking that he was still dreaming. But after trying so many times, nothing happened.

He mused. Tezuka has a really bad eyesight. When he woke up in bed, a completely blurred environment greeted him. With his sense of touch take over, he stretched his hand trying to feel everything around him, and then he felt a pair of glasses in his hands. He pulled it and wears it.

He smiled again. He had always thought that wishing on a shooting star was just a superstition. But guess what? A wish came true!

Being a sadist that he is, he has an advantage.

Seigaku's tennis practices are on his command!

He laughed evilly. Meanwhile, he heard a voice downstairs that sounded like Tezuka's mother.

"Kuni-chan! Come down and eat your breakfast"

His grin grew wider.

This will be a pretty interesting day.


A/N: Bwahahaha!! Very short isn't it? This is my first time to make a multichapter fic in PoT. The idea just popped out of my head. Guess what Fuji's wish is! Ne? Ne? I'll reveal his wish next chapter. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Stay tuned!!
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