Ignore my insanity!

. That's all I can say for why I suddenly whipped this out...other than my excuse of having temporary writers block on my other stories. But no worries, faithful readers, I'll get back on track eventually. Oh, did I mention how difficult it is to type in general right now? I ended up slicing the very tip top of my finger clean off, so it's quite painful... I had to retrain myself to type without that particular finger.

Well, that aside, this is my first true crack story. I dunno how often I'll update, or how long this will be, but I hope you enjoy.

-Okami


Kirikaeru-Switcheroo

1.

Something was terribly wrong. Horribly wrong. Unbelievably wrong.

And it had all started one particular morning.

"Get up, Dame-Tsuna!" and a swift kick to the head were Tsuna Sawada's wakeup call abruptly at seven in the morning. Now, most mornings, getting up at that time would be fine, but in this case, it was a Saturday.

"Ungh Reborn!" cried poor Tsuna, as he rubbed the already throbbing bump on the side of his head.

"Don't make me repeat myself," demanded the baby as he sat on the edge of Tsuna's bed.

"Fine, fine…" yawned Tsuna, knowing full well not to argue lest he be attacked by the infant hitman.

Tsuna swung his legs over the side of the bed, his body tingling with sleepiness. Downstairs, he could hear his mom moving around in the kitchen, no doubt cooking away for the many people that had suddenly moved into his house only months ago.

After a good stretch, the boy got to his feet, yawning again. His feet scraped against the rug as he made his way to the door, eyes glazed over.

"I don't know why…you woke me up so early…ungh…Reborn…" he muttered, glancing back. But for some strange reason, the arcoballeno had up and disappeared from his bed and the room entirely.

Tsuna stared blearily at his room, before shrugging and marching out, quite used to Reborn's ninja-in-the-night habits.

Little did he know that Reborn was watching him, a sort of amused and secretive smile on his face.

*Meanwhile*

It was a typical morning for Hayato Gokudera; he woke up, feeling pumped and ready to show his boss how great a right hand man he was, as always.

Grinning to himself, feeling pretty good, he sat up and put a hand through his easily tamed silver hair to find something strange…

"Na…Nan…NANI?!"

His cry echoed across the neighborhood, just out of reach of Tsuna's other right hand man…

***

Takeshi Yamamoto woke up with a satisfied sigh, sitting upright immediately, ready to go and help his dad set up shop for the day.

"Ahaha, what's this?" he asked, looking around and not recognizing where he was. All he knew what that he wasn't in his own room, and something felt odd…very odd.

And then he noticed something hanging in his face…

Yamamoto gulped in surprise…

***

"No Lambo-kun, that's mine!" cried the tiny girl I-pin as she glared with frustration at a monstrously curly haired boy. His mouth was stuffed to the brim with an omelet that he had swiftly swiped from her plate.

"Now, now Lambo-kun there's plenty for all," said Nana Sawada as she plopped a new omelet on I-pin's plate. The boy only cackled in reply, before scarfing down his rice.

"Ungh…morning…" muttered Tsuna as he staggered into the kitchen. His face brightened slightly at the sight of food and he dropped into a chair quickly.

His stomach growled furiously at the sight of the omelet that Nana place before him. Picking up his chopsticks, he grinned and was about to take a bite when suddenly the front door burst open.

"JUUDAIME!" screamed a frantic voice, causing Tsuna to choke on his omelet. Before he could even turn around, hands locked on his shoulders.

"Judaime, you've got to help me!" cried the voice as he-by the sound of it-shook Tsuna.

"Eh, wha-?" Tsuna began, feeling somewhat dizzy from the attack. He looked back at his attacker.

"Yamamoto?!"

He was staring down at him frantically, his warm brown eyes panicked. But that was very out of character for him…not to mention him calling him Judaime-

"No, Judaime, it's me!" cried Yamamoto, shaking him once more.

Something was off here… Tsuna could feel it.

"Wha-?" he began again, only to be cut off by the nearly tearful Yamamoto as he shook Tsuna even more furiously.

"Judaime, it's me your right hand man!"

Wait…what?

"Hiiii?! G-Gokudera-kun?" stammered Tsuna.

"Yes!!!" he cried, before letting go of Tsuna and sitting on the floor. If Tsuna didn't think this was weird, seeing an angsty looking Yamamoto was weirder.

Tsuna could only stare down at him. What was going on?

He swallowed a few times.

"G-Gokudera-kun…why are you in…Yamamoto's body?"

Yama-Gokudera looked up, his eyes wide and confused.

"I don't know! I woke up and thought I was fine and then I noticed something was wrong and then I realized I wasn't home and then I saw myself in the mirror and I freaked out and ran to here!" he blurted out, almost too fast to be coherent.

"But how? This makes no sense! Why are you in Yamamoto's body?!" replied Tsuna, nearly as panicky as Gokudera.

"I don't know!" he cried, "You've gotta help me Juudaime!"


Well, what do you think?

I know it was short, but I thought it would be a nice little opening.

And wao... I guess I can type fast now, despite my handicap...

So, did you like it?

Don't forget to review, yeah?

^w^

*goes to work on other stories...or tries anyway*