Hi guys! I decided to write one of those way too overdone gender-swapping Fanfics. This chapter is a bit rushed, but I wanted to get over the initial beginning and jump right into it.
As we all know (and we should be incredibly thankful for), I don't own Beyblade.
Switched!
"Today was great, we should go shopping together more often," Hikaru said to her oversized goggle wearing friend as they trudged up the driveway to the B-Pit. Each of them held about half their own weight worth of shopping bags in their hands.
"Definitely," Madoka replied. "But next time, let's bring one of the boys to help us haul this stuff home."
"Yeah, right, like we could coax them into that. If it doesn't involve food, explosions or Blading, they aren't interested."
They let out a chorus of laughter as they finally reached the veranda. Madoka reached for the door, but almost fell forward as someone on the other side swung it open before she could even turn the knob.
"Whoa, what the? How did you get in?"
Both girls were confronted by a very cranky looking red-head. With his arms folded tightly over his chest, his pout twisted and crunched to the side, and his foot anxiously tapping away, he wasn't exactly what they'd refer to as a warm homecoming.
"Never mind that, the real question is, where have you two been?"
"Why do you care?" Madoka demanded, slipping past him into the building.
"Because! Nobody was here to fix Pegasus; I've been waiting here for almost half an hour!"
Upon fully moving into the B-Pit and setting their bags down, the girls noticed that Ginga wasn't the only invader that afternoon. Four extra eyes suckered onto them instantly, making them feel incredibly out of place.
Those eyes belonged to Kenta, Masamune, Kyoya and Yu.
"Well, I'm sorry but I do have a life outside fixing your Beys, you know?"
"Yeah Ginga, don't be so bossy," commented Hikaru.
Masamune and Yu jumped off the sofa they were sitting on and stood beside Ginga.
"Me and Masamune need Libra and Striker's performance tips touched up, too."
Madoka groaned, as she felt a hand tug on her shirt from behind. She turned and glanced down to see two big, green and apologetic eyes staring up at her. "And umm, if it's not a trouble, Sagitario needs dirt cleaned out of its crevices…"
Hikaru turned to Kyoya who lent against the far wall. "And I suppose Leone needs mending too, right?"
He huffed, "Why else would I be here?"
"Alright," Madoka sighed. "Put your Beys on my bench and I'll fix them as soon as I can. Ginga, Pegasus is almost finished, I just need about an hour more with it and-"
"An hour?! Madoka, I can't wait that long, if you hadn't have gone out today we wouldn't be in this situation right now!"
Hikaru shot him a death glare, "That's really insensitive of you to say. What do you expect? Madoka can't just sit around all day waiting for you to bang up Pegasus so she can fix it."
Ginga scratched his head, "Well… what else do girls have to do? I mean, it's not like you have places to be and stuff."
"Actually, we do have more on our minds than just Beyblade and food."
"Like what?" he asked, and the strange thing was that his question was actually genuine. However, Hikaru didn't seem too shocked. This was Ginga, she realized. And Ginga really didn't have many more important things in his life than Beyblade and food.
"Ugh, just don't worry about it."
Kyoya's voice made each of their heads turn to face him as it often did when it came out of nowhere with a shockingly blunt statement. "You make it sound like you girls actually have something to be stressed about."
Kenta placed Sagitario on the bench and shrunk away into another room, knowing Kyoya had just crossed a line he wouldn't be able to retreat from with all of his limbs intact.
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Madoka asked, hands on her hips.
Kyoya pushed himself off the wall with his shoulders and joined the others near the work bench, that smirk of his never changing on his face, not even for a second. "You know exactly what it means. Don't try to tell me that being a girl is difficult. It's a relaxed stroll through the park and you know it. You females just need something to complain about 24/7, so you look for things to complicate. Even when nothing is wrong, then that in itself is something to whine about."
Silence fell over the room in pre-apocalyptic style. If you looked closely, you could actually see the steam spouting from Madoka's ears as her face reddened and her anger intensified. Ginga seemed to have sensed the calm before the storm. He touched his fingertips together and smiled anxiously.
"I uh, I have somewhere to… uh, yeah…" he stuttered before lurking away after Kenta like a dog with its tail between its legs. He was right to have seized the chance to escape.
"Nothing to complain about, huh?" she marched around the bench and slammed her shopping bags down, causing Yu and Hikaru to jump.
"Nothing to… oh I cannot believe you just said that. You try having all these changing body parts and weight fluctuations. You try being constantly scrutinized and expected to have every hair in place if you so much as leave your house to collect your morning paper. You try living with mood swings, you try creating a freaking person inside of you and lugging it around for 9 months like a backpack full of bricks tied to your stomach. And most of all, you try having to put up with you boys every gosh darn day!"
She panted from her outburst, her shoulders rising up and down with each exasperated breath.
Unfazed in the slightest, Kyoya bounced right back into argument. "Oh, you poor, hard-done-by victims. How do you manage? It must be such a challenge to not have to do anything all day. I can't imagine the angst you must feel when you sit back and let the males do all the work. Not being expected to fight, not being expected to actually take control of things and deal with responsibility… Did you get that last word? You might not have heard it before, so I'll slow it down for you. Don't turn an ant hill into a mountain just yet, c'mon say it with me now; ree-spon-si-billl-it-eeee. Ready, one more tim-"
Kyoya was stopped when Masamune, who had previously been backing him up by throwing the odd 'Yeah,' and 'Tell 'em like it is, Kyoya,' into the conversation, grabbed his shoulder.
"What, can't you see I'm busy?"
He stood on his tip-toes to lean up and whisper in Kyoya's ear. "Dude, I'm with you and all but you're totally digging your own grave right now."
Kyoya pushed him away and went to continue ranting. Masamune turned to Yu. "Well, I tried to save him."
"Don't worry Masamoomoo, you did your best."
Much in the same way a person slips a dirty dish into the sink while someone else is washing up, Masamune and Yu put Striker and Libra on the bench and took off into the other room too.
Madoka got right in Kyoya's face. "Pompous oaf!" she called him.
Hikaru blunk, not expecting any name calling to come from Madoka at all.
"Upstart," he called back, hunching his shoulders to stand over her as she craned her neck to glare up at him.
"Get a job!"
"Get a life!"
"Fix your attitude!"
"Fix your face!"
Hikaru had obviously had enough. "Guys!"
They snapped their heads in her direction, "WHAT?"
She rubbed her neck, looked at both of them, and then threw her arms down by her sides, walking off to join the others as she said, "Oh, forget it…"
Madoka and Kyoya turned back to each other and each stepped apart. For a while, they didn't speak. They simply stared at one another, their eyes filled with newfound hatred for each other. From the other room, they could hear the muffled whispering of their friends.
Then, Madoka finally spoke. Her voice was low, completely sincere as she told him, "I wish, I really, really wish that for just one week, you had to be a girl. Then you'd know what it's like."
"Strange, I was thinking the exact same thing. Too bad that's impossible, it'd be real fun to watch you struggle and then have to eat your own words."
"Nothing is impossible, Kyoya. Who knows, if we want something hard enough, sometimes the universe provides."
He smirked and leant past her to place Leone on the bench. "Be careful what you wish for."
After giving her a rather catty look up and down, he turned and went to make his way upstairs.
"You don't seriously think I'm still going to fix Leone for you?"
"Actually, I do. And I'm staying here until you do, so the longer you pout about it, the longer I'll be hanging around. I suggest you get to work."
"Damn you!" Without thinking, she picked up an old, dragon ornament she'd bought earlier that day from her bench and threw it at his head. He ducked just in time and the dragon hit the wall behind him, shattering into pieces.
"Hah! Missed me," and with that he carried on upstairs, slamming the door to one of the spare rooms as he did.
Madoka let out a frustrated groan through clenched teeth and picked up Pegasus, knowing that she'd have to start now in order to finish Ginga's Bey to begin Leone's repairs sooner, and get Kyoya out of her sight in the meantime.
Later that same night, Kyoya woke up feeling more tired than he'd been when he'd fallen asleep. There was something hard under his face, much different to the softness of the pillow he remembered falling asleep on.
Without opening his eyes, he noticed that he was sitting upright on a stool, hunched over with his head on some sort of hard surface.
Startled, he woke up all the way to find himself sitting at Madoka's work bench with Striker and a screw driver in front of him. Next to Striker, Leone had obviously been mended, though without the usual shine in which would occur when Madoka would polish a Bey to a perfect sparkle.
'What the hell, why am I here?' he thought to himself, finally coming to the conclusion that he was in fact not in the same place he'd fallen asleep.
Shrugging it off, Kyoya gathered Leone in his fist and stood up, preparing to leave the B-Pit. That was until he caught sight of his own hands.
Perhaps 'his own hands' was an inaccurate choice of words. These were not the hands Kyoya knew and recognized as his own.
These hands were small, soft, hairless and without the many scars he'd gathered throughout his lifetime.
He dropped Leone, suddenly filled with pure and true fear, a rare experience for the Lion tamer indeed.
He didn't have time to think however, as a scream that sounded incredibly familiar to him came flooding down the stairs. He heard the rush of heavy footsteps as someone ran from the bedroom down into his range of sight.
There, in front of him, he saw himself.
"What… what's going on," he asked, startling himself again as his words fell on his own ears. That wasn't his voice.
He looked around, trying to find some sort of explanation to this sudden insanity. Perhaps some smoke and mirrors, or maybe a hidden string.
He laid eyes on Pegasus, who unlike Leone, had been polished to the point where the metal became reflective. But it wasn't himself staring back at him, no. Instead, he saw Madoka's face.
"This is a pretty sick joke," he yelled in Madoka's girlish voice. "Who's behind this?"
He heard his own voice from the foot of the stairs, and then he watched the lips that used to belong to him move as the person opposite him replied.
"I don't know, you tell me… we've switched bodies!"
Whatcha think?
Thanks for reading, guys. I love you all. :)
-Jessie