A/N: This is a rewrite of my previous story also called "Switched with an Idiot!" As stated before, there was a huge time gap between my short chapters/cheesiness/bad timeline writing days and now, so I've decided to do a complete overhaul of this story. ENJOY!

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I obviously don't own anything/one in this story except the plot!

Chapter 1

Ranma peered up from his comic book to the ceiling of his room. Though quite a few rooms passed in between his almost hollow guest room and her comfy, well-decorated bedroom, it did nothing to stop Akane's constant hacking from reaching his ears.

He'd realized earlier, when the usually alert and energetic Akane Tendo had fallen asleep during class, that she was sick. He, however, had no idea that it would be this bad. Whenever Akane had a simple cold, she'd still found the energy to hit and shout at him. She hadn't spoken one word to him all night.

To make matters worse, this was seemingly the perfect moment for everyone to leave himself and Akane alone. 'Take care of Akane, boy. Get to know her.' Mr. Tendo really had a way of laying down the law. He wasn't a caretaker. He wasn't her sister. He wasn't her mom. He was just… her fiancé.

Ranma winced as another sneeze reached his ears. Sitting up, he looked out of the window at the setting sun. He had no clue of what the others were up to on this particular Friday, but he did know that all of the residents of the Tendo household were urged from the house by his scheming father and told not to return until late that night.

"A-Achoo!"

'What were they thinking?' Ranma thought to himself. Throwing his unfinished comic book to one corner of the room he stood and set off towards Akane's room. He paused and braced himself for a moody outburst from the naturally violent Akane.

"I'm coming in, Akane," he said, disregarding the concept of knocking. He waited for a response and when it didn't come, he entered.

Ranma took in the sight of the haggard Akane. Her nose, eyes, and cheeks were all red in contrast to her pale skin. She sat nestled under a bundle of blankets with a box of tissue and a bag of ice on her nightstand.

She looked to him with sick, watery eyes and made a miserable grunting sound.

"You look terrible, Akane," Ranma said, only half-jokingly.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel better," Akane said. She leaned against her pillows and closed her eyes. "Now if you don't mind, I'd prefer to sleep than deal with you right now."

Ranma sighed and walked closer to her bed. He put his hand to her forehead. Akane's eyes opened and she readied her hand to swat him away. Before she could, Ranma retracted his hand quickly.

"Oh, man. You've got one heck of a fever." Ranma cleared his throat as she stared defiantly at him. "Do you need something?"

Akane was about to let her pride talk for her until she grimaced, as if she had just realized that she really did feel terrible. She smiled coyly at him before pressing herself against her pillows again. "I'll take some tea, some medicine, and maybe a book or two. If that's not asking too much." She calmed her face to seem pitiful yet angelic.

Ranma sighed exasperatedly. "I only asked if you needed somethin'. I didn't say I'd be your servant," he mumbled, closing her door behind him.

Akane's widened grin was lost on his retreating back.

Ranma scrambled through his guest room. Piles of clothes and souvenirs from the past were scattered amongst the floor. The room began to look festive as many more of Ranma's, his Pop's, and Happosai's possessions flew through the air and onto the floor. He had already started the water for some tea and had scrounged together a few novels and magazines – the lovey-dovey, superstitious crap that girls seemed to like – for Akane to read. Now, he continued ripping contents from his dressers that he shared in search for the 'Old Saotome Recipe' that had helped Akane when she was sick so long ago.

"We usually always have some ingredients somewhere. I wonder if we finally ran ou-" Ranma's fingers skimmed across a package of some sort in Happosai's personal dresser. It felt similar to what Ranma was looking for so he quickly yanked the package from the drawer. To his dismay, it was scrawled in Chinese.

He was about to give up his search and throw the package down grudgingly when something caught his eye. In a small corner it was a small drawing of a sad-looking girl and next to her was another girl, seemingly delighted. He had no clue as to why the two girls looked nothing alike, but he took it as a good sign anyway.

He began to skim through the words on the back of the package and, to his delight, he could actually understand some of them. He made out "Sick", "Pain", "Remedy", "Better", and "Sleep". At least he could find some medicine; promising too. He gazed longingly at the Chinese written word, sleep. A sleeping Akane meant a quite Akane. He grinned and pocketed the package and made his way downstairs toward the whistling kettle. He'd have to thank Shampoo later for all of her attempted Chinese love potions.

Ranma reached the kitchen, fixed two cups of tea, and took out the medicine package. It was in a sort of pill form and from its broken description, it seemed like some sort of pain killer. He carelessly ripped open the package and took one of the two pills within. It was small, red, round, and looked particularly harmless. He shrugged and placed it on the tray will all of the other things Akane had practically demanded him to bring.

"Like I'm a maid… not my fault… sick, uncute, girl…" he mumbled on his way towards Akane's room, awkwardly balancing two cups of tea, a few books and magazines, and a little red pill that could easily get lost, on one tray. He stopped just short of the crack in her door and opened it with his foot.

"Ay, Akane," he said propping his foot against the door to keep it open. Her eyes opened and fluttered to him. Then, there was the pathetic, ever-so-forced, angelic smile of hers.

"Thank you, Ranma," she said, adding a touch of Nabiki's coldness to her voice. Ranma shivered. Since when had she become so manipulative?

"Yeah, Yeah. Just swallow the pill," he mumbled as he looked away from her. After thirty seconds he turned his head to investigate why there was no smart retort from her. She sat looking intently at the small red pill.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked. She looked up at him baffled and rolled the pill in her hand.

"What is this? I can't see any name imprinted on it and it isn't the same thing you gave me last time. Where'd you get it from?"

Ranma sighed and took the package with the other pill from his pocket and gave it to her. "I can actually read some of it. It's some type of Chinese pain killer." She gave him a skeptical look as she reviewed the package without understanding it at all.

"Listen, it's better than nothing. I'm pretty sure that it's a pain killer, Akane." He read her the words he could make out on the package, and she nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll take it. B-but I'd feel better if you took the other one, you know, just to be safe." Akane stuttered. She took the package and handed him the pill.

Ranma sighed in resignation and put the pill in his mouth and took his cup of tea. It was just one pain killer pill. What could go wrong if he took it? Without hesitation he downed the pill and tea. After placing the cup on the tray he met her chocolate eyes and smiled reassuringly. "See. Nothing wrong with it."

Akane managed a hesitant smile and drank her own tea with the pill. "Thanks again, Ranma."

Ranma muttered and clicked the door closed behind him as he left.

After rigorous channel flipping, Ranma gave into the nothing-to-watch syndrome and went to settle his grumbling stomach. Just as he opened the refrigerator door he heard tentative footsteps nearing. Akane was in bed sick. Wasn't she? The footsteps came louder and louder and when they were right behind him Ranma twirled to find Akane smiling behind him.

"Scare you?" She smirked.

"Wait, I thought you were sick. You know… super stay-in-bed sick. Why are you up?" he asked. 'More than that… I thought that pain killer was supposed to make you sleep,' he thought and wanted to add, but he knew better.

"Honestly, I don't know. I took the pill and five minutes later I started getting all of this energy and started feeling better. Now I'm just really hungry." She pushed pass him and started her scavenge through the refrigerator.

Ranma looked down at his grumbling stomach. It could be they just didn't have any dinner or it could just be some weird side effect of the pill. He shrugged it off and grabbed some leftover dinner from the refrigerator.

Both he and Akane sat quietly at the dining table indulging the delight that was Kasumi's cooking. Ranma picked up his chopsticks and fulfilled his appetite with a few bites of a pork bun. He was baffled. Not even when he was sick had he eaten so little… and at such a moderate pace. He looked up to Akane who was, without hesitating, shoving her bowl full of rice into her mouth.

"Hungry?" Ranma asked with a raised eyebrow. Akane looked up at him with her mouth stuffed full. She swallowed and put her chopsticks down.

"No. Well… not anymore." Akane looked confusedly at her food. She'd just been stuffing her face and now she wasn't hungry?

Ranma suddenly felt his stomach hollow out and hesitated before picking up his chopsticks again. He was just full… wasn't he? He devoured the remainder of the meal, including Akane's portion and washed the dishes, ignoring the strange occurrence for now.

Akane steered herself towards the dojo. She was feeling much better… for now. For some strange reason, migraines spasmodically leapt into her brain and would leave her feeling drained.

She reached the dojo and stripped herself of her yellow pajama top leaving her in her yellow pajama bottoms and a revealing gray tank top. She'd been receiving many hot flashes lately also. That medicine Ranma gave sure had a lot of side effects. 'Was it even worth taking?'

There was no reason to go to bed now that she was awake and well, so she began a simple kata.

One Punch.

One Hook.

One Jab.

Two Kicks.

A blinding headache had stopped her in her tracks for a moment but when it faded, things seem amazingly clearer to her. Her simple kata suddenly picked up in speed and complexity and soon she reached a level near impossible for her, usually. It wasn't long before she heard hard clumsy footsteps behind her that she realized that Ranma had joined her. A stunned look adorned his face to her excitement. Could he finally be realizing her for her skill?

She watched closely as Ranma tried to follow her footsteps but clumsily tripped over his own feet and lashed out extremely incorrect punches.

"What the hell?" Ranma swore. He tried getting up but sat down promptly, holding his head in what seemed like excruciating pain.

"R-Ranma? What's wro-" Akane grabbed her head in a way similar to Ranma's. Within a minute, it was over and they slowly turned their heads to stare at each other, confusion etched on their faces.

"What… what was that?" Akane asked nervously. She tried to demonstrate her skill by flipping herself to her feet only to fall on her back again. Ranma leapt to his feet and pulled her up by one hand.

"I don't know but this ain't normal," he said. He bit his lip as if in concentration.

"No kidding. So, I'm not the only one getting these terrible headaches?"

"No… I've been getting them since I went to go get dinner," Ranma said. "Have other weird things-"

"Constantly," Akane cut him off. Where had she developed her advanced skills from a moment earlier? She stifled a huge yawn and rubbed her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Ranma. I'm not up for this anymore. Suddenly, I'm just really tired."

Ranma stretched his arms behind his head and yawned. "You ain't the only one." He reached his hand into his pants pocket and fiddled with the package that had contained the pills.

"It's impossible for you to be cured that fast, Akane. You should go get some sleep… just to make sure," he said.

Akane rolled her eyes. "Yeah, like you ever cared. Besides, you seem pretty tired yourself. Why don't you go and get some sleep, hm?"

"Because unlike some tomboys, I'm not sick and I'm a guy. Guys don't let sleep get to them so easily. We're built for this kind of stuff."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Akane hissed. Her eyes were already feeling quite heavy but if it was a challenge he wanted, he'd sure as heck get one!

"I'm just saying, Akane, no matter how much you act and look like a boy, you just ain't a boy. We can do things you girls can't."

"Let me tell you something, Ranma." Akane stepped daringly close to his face, brows furrowed and lips thin. "We girls have it much harder than you idiot boys AND on top of that, we still manage to be smarter and better than you idiots at… at everything!"

"You wish!" Ranma spat back. He crossed his arms over his muscled chest, as if to exploit his masculinity, and looked away from Akane, nose high in the air. "You couldn't beat me at anything if you tried, unless it was a 'who-can-ruin-food-faster' race, let alone stay up later."

"Let's just see!" Akane said.

She stormed all the way to her room and ordered Ranma to follow. Before long, they were in Akane's room. She slammed the door shut behind them, momentarily boosting their alertness. They took their places on opposite sides of the room.

Akane crossed her arms and sat poised on her bed. Ranma took his place on her floor, legs crossed and eyes boring holes into her.

"You should give up now. You know I'm gonna win," Ranma said matter-o-factly.

"In your dreams," Akane said.

Ranma watched as Akane's eyes drooped several times and then popped back open. He had been secretly biting his tongue to keep himself awake, but the effect was starting to wear off. He let his mind drift and his eyes became glazed.

How had such a stupid argument turned into this? Not that he would ever turn down a challenge, especially one from Akane that didn't involve physical contact, but he was really starting to regret his decision. He could have just let her go on thinking she was better than him, knowing she was wrong. But no, he just had to go prove himself didn't he? Now, not only was he depriving a possibly sick girl from much needed rest… he was also on the verge of losing his own challenge. Estimating from the time that appeared on her clock, they had already been up to this for about half an hour.

He cracked his neck to the side and watched as Akane mocked him. Her eyes drooped and closed.

"Giving up?" Ranma asked with a wary smirk. Akane's head popped up quickly. Ranma cursed himself. If he had let her sleep he would've won and also been on his way to sleep himself.

"N-nope," Akane said half-heartedly. Her eyes were red and her face was pale. Could she be getting sick again?

"M-me neither," he said.

Both of their eyes were forcibly opened wide and their gazes locked. Suddenly, the room doubled and the life draining headache was back for another round. The room distorted into many different shapes and turned a variety of colors. At first glance, he could tell Akane was experiencing the same by the way she held her head and winced. Yet, their stares never deterred from each other's eyes. His vision darkened until he could just barely make out Akane's silhouette.

"Akane?"

"Ranma?"

And with a flash they were both indulging in much needed rest of unknown causes.

Akane could make out the annoying whine of her nearby alarm clock. She couldn't remember exactly what had gone on before she'd fallen asleep but she did remember herself being exceedingly tired. She awoke from her slumber with a curve to her lips and a stretch on her soft mattress, although, this morning it did seem a bit… hard? The sun that shined through her sheer curtains tinged her closed eyelids red and she turned her head in contemplation.

This Saturday morning would be a great one. She'd bathe, go jogging, eat breakfast… the usual. Then she'd go rub it in Ranma's face that she's won the alleged challenge of who could stay up later. She could vaguely remember him walking from her room saying something about giving up. Her grin grew wider. It would be a great Saturday indeed.

She stretched her arm out to her side only to hit it on something hard. Lifting her eyelids slowly, she saw that her closet door had been the obstruction.

"What the-?" Her closet wasn't supposed to be here by her bed. Her hand slid down the door only to feel her fingers settle on a soft carpet. Her eyes shot open wide and her eyebrows furrowed. She wasn't on her bed… she was on the floor?

Without another thought Akane shot from her comfortable position on the floor and let her eyes wander around the room. Everything was fine; nothing out of place. She was a somewhat violent sleeper. She could've perhaps fallen off of her bed last night.

Her eyes continued their scan of her bedroom passing everything with a green light. That is, until they settled upon her bed. It wasn't a messy, empty, bed with disheveled sheets as she expected. That would've only confirmed her theory. Instead, a figure was lying in her bed, peacefully resting. Its gray tank top and yellow pajama bottoms fit its figure adorably and… familiarly.

Akane's breath caught in her throat as a sudden realization made its way to her brain. It was her – her own body.

But if she was her… that who was she and… WHAT?!

Akane smacked her face to wake herself from the nightmare she thought she was experiencing, but it was to no avail. Her hands traveled from her stinging cheek down her body. A well-muscled chest? Strong male-like abdomen? And… between her legs… WHAT WAS THAT?! With a slow and regretful turn of her head, she was facing her mirror. She wasn't a she… not at all. She was a… he. And she wasn't just any he. She was the he with the steel blue eyes. She was… Ranma?

The screech she had held within her had finally released itself, ten-fold, in a very male, deep, and husky tone.

Ranma was startled from his deep dreamless sleep by an ear splitting scream that nearly busted his ear drums. Wasn't it enough that he kept imagining an alarm clock going off? He had finally thought he was going to enjoy a peaceful sleep without his Pops snoring up the whole guest room but that was impossible in Ranma's world.

His consciousness had been awakened by the redundant alarm clock he thought he kept hearing and got him thinking about his day ahead of him. He was finally going to get some actual training done today. It had been three months since the wedding fiasco and since then, his training was slipping. Many times he had reconsidered that thought as his futon comforted him in ways it had never done before. It had felt almost like a real bed. Never had he wanted to skip out on training so much just to sleep.

Snapping back to the screeching that was deafening him he scrambled off of his… bed? He hadn't fallen asleep on a bed last night... had he? He could blurrily remember a past image of himself exiting Akane's room after seeing her drift off. He'd won their so-called challenge and went to get some well-deserved rest in his hollow guest room, right?

But if that was right, then why did it seem as if he was on Akane's bed. He looked down at himself. And in Akane's clothes? He stared down at the revealing gray tank top he was wearing. And in Akane's BODY?!

He bit down hard on his lip hoping it would wake him of this disturbing dream. Nothing happened, but he winced. He turned his head to the source of the unyielding screeching to find himself, Ranma Saotome, wailing in a very girlish manner.

But if he was looking at Ranma… and he was himself… WHAT THE-?!

Ranma could no longer hold it in and joined in the screeching with a tenor, shrill, and familiar tone.

Akane had eventually lost her breath and gasped for air and sanity. The Akane on her bad had enjoined in the screeching and had stopped to catch her breath too.

Their gazes locked and all was silent.

"Akane?"

"Ranma?"

A/N: And there it is! Finally! I've been wanting to rewrite this story for forever! I'm so glad this chapter turned out as it did and I really hope everyone reviews and gives feedback like last time! Please anyone who reads this and has read my old version… please tell me what you think. Also, newcomers, you are VERY welcome to leaving your opinion also! Please do~ Tatty Bye~!