Author's Note: I don't own all the characters here. I only own Kaeda. Hope you enjoy!!!
Kaeda slapped Niou in the face. The trickster just smirked, again. "Ow," he said, not even bothering to sound hurt. "That's for being such an insolent, insensitive ass!" Kaeda screeched. "I can't believe you, Masaharu, how could you be unfeeling?"
"Huh?" Niou was baffled, but he knew that the deranged girl was really angry. After all, she only used his first name when she was really in the mood to kill him.
"I can't believe you can't even care, not one bit, for a girl's feelings. That fangirl was like 'Niou, that was a great game!' and you were like, 'Whatever'. How could you? I even saw her crying…"
Kaeda's voice was droning on and on, but Niou was just looking blankly at her face. It was the fifteenth time in the row she gave that kind sermon. It wasn't Niou's fault he can't 'love' all his fangirls.
He only snapped back to reality just in time to hear Kaeda's last sentence; "I wish you'd turn into a girl and I wish that people would freaking hate you!" Then she stormed off, muttering cuss words under her breath.
Niou couldn't help laughing at the idea. Him, turn into a girl? Yeah right, that wouldn't happen even if he drank a million liters of Yanagi's juice.
He just picked up his bag, turned on his heel and walked home.
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Niou was tossing and turning on his bed. When he finally couldn't stand it, he sat up. He was sweating all over.
'The temperature must be a million degrees outside,' he thought. Standing up, he kicked his bag out of his way and walked to the bathroom. Somehow, his clothes seemed looser; the sleeve was actually sliding off his shoulder.
The mirror was a little cloudy. 'Taa-san,' Niou muttered under his breath.
He turned on the tap and cupped his hands under the running water. He didn't remember his hands being so… small. He also felt an extra weight at his front side.
Niou just shrugged and washed his face.
He wiped the fog off the mirror.
Then he screamed.
His face was somewhat, chubbier. His eyes were rounder and bigger. His spiky whatever-you-call-it had been turned into a smooth pile of hair, and his rattail pony had been turned into a healthy, bushel of well, hair. But at least his hair color was still bleached. At least that was the same, but it didn't help much.
He had turned into a SHE.
"Masakahi, what are you doing this late in the evening?" his mom asked, peering into the bathroom. "Masakahi?! What the FUCK?" Niou screeched. "Go back to bed, young lady, and what did I tell you about cussing?"
Niou groaned. Happy, Kaeda?
Ok, so it was a rocky start. Please don't forget to review, though I'm noy forcing you if you don't want to. On to the next chapter!