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The two gender-swapping victims sat together at Madoka's work bench. Dawn was only a few minutes away; they'd been sitting up for hours just trying to work out what exactly had happened. After the initial shock of realizing that they were no longer in their own bodies, they decided to put their differences aside momentarily in order to figure out how to get back into their own skins.

"Okay, okay. Let's go over this again. You think that wish you made last night has something to do with this, right?" asked Madoka. Or Kyouya in Madoka's body… whatever.

"I don't see any other explanation."

"Well, fix it will you! Give my body back!"

"Look," said Kyouya as he flicked his head to remove an invisible strand of hair that used to be there. "You can yell at me all you like but I can't change us back. I just don't know how… So for now, we have to deal with things as they are. Don't tell the others, okay? They'll think we've gone mad."

Madoka leant forward and held her head in her hands. "I think I have gone mad."

Kyouya sprung up and rushed over to Madoka, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back forward. "Don't slouch like that, you'll ruin my posture and the others will know something's up."

"Don't touch me," she yelled.

"I'm not touching you, I'm touching me idiot!"

"Your clothes are uncomfortable!"

"Your clothes are indecent!"

"Oh my gosh, are you two still arguing?"Ginga and Kenta emerged from another room rubbing sleep out of their eyes. They had apparently spent the night at Madoka's B-Pit, while Masamune, Yu and Hikaru had gone home.

Kyouya straightened up while Madoka slouched back into her seat, rolling her eyes and leaning her arm on the bench in a particularly masculine way.

"Uh, no," Kyouya began. "We're totally over it, aren't we Kyouya? I mean, Madoka…"

"Huh? Oh yeah, totally over it."

Ginga and Kenta exchanged a glance. The most awkward of silences cast its dreaded shadow over the room. For a while, Madoka and Kyouya just sat there smiling suspiciously until Ginga's attention span snapped.

"Well, have you finished with Pegasus yet?"

Madoka looked at Kyouya who nodded quickly. "I think so…"

"Great! You're the best. Hey, where's breakfast? I'm so hungry; I could eat a whole army!"

"How should I know? Get it yourself. I ain't your slave."

Ginga's eyes widened to a size that would rival his stomach and his mouth gapped open like a fish out of water. "But-but-but, you always make breakfast!"

Madoka went to stand up and leave, but Kyouya grabbed her arm. "Yes, that's right. Madoka, you always make breakfast. You must just be tired considering you didn't get much sleep last night. Come on, I'll help you."

Kyouya pulled Madoka into the kitchen while Ginga and Kenta simply watched.

"Hey Kenta, do you notice anything strange about those two?"

"Yeah, Kyouya just offered to help Madoka with cooking…"

"Something's very wrong here. Very, very wrong."

In the kitchen, Kyouya placed his hands on his hips and pouted while Madoka lent againsed the bench with her arms folded and her eyes closed.

"Stop being so Kyouya-y!"

"Are you kidding? You just offered to help cook, when have you ever known me to cook or ask anyone if they needed help?"

"Alright, alright. If we're going to keep this a secret, we need to be more careful about how we act. Before you do anything, ask yourself 'what would Madoka do?'" Kyouya rushed about the kitchen and pulled out a frying pan. He tied a pink apron around his waist and set about making pancakes.

"Well, then shouldn't I be the one cooking?"

"No, we're trying to deceive them, not give them food poisoning. Just go guard the door. Make sure they don't come in."

She sighed and went to lean against the door frame. She glanced over and saw Kyouya, or to better phrase it, Kyouya saw himself cooking away like a madwoman wearing a pink apron. This, was a sight he never thought he'd see.

Ever.

Soon, Kyouya had whipped up a stack of pancakes and handed them to Madoka.

"aren't you gonna help me carry all this out?"

He smiled. "Nope, remember what I said? Before you do anything, ask yourself what I would do. Same should only go for me, you would never help me carry plates."

She gave him a scowl before ungracefully walking out into the foyer. Suddenly, his company had increased by two and he suddenly realized why Madoka had cooked so much food.

"Good morning Madoka!" sang Masamune and Hikaru together in union.

"You can take your good morning and shove it up your OWCH!"

Kyouya had pinched her on the arm from behind as he walked by her and sat down with the others at the breakfast table.

"I mean, good morning guys."

Madoka received a tableful of blank stares but most of them were soon alleviated by the pancakes as she set them down on the table.

Hikaru took a pancake and asked, "Madoka, you feeling okay this morning?"

"I'm feeling fine, why do you ask?"

"You look a little off is all."

From across the table, Kyouya glared at her. "Yes, Madoka. You'd better not be sick. What would you do if that happened? What would you, Madoka, do?"

The emphasis Kyouya placed on those words alerted Madoka's memory. "Oh, I don't know. I'd probably sit around and complain, then I'd go cook something. And then I'd complain some more. You following me?"

Kyouya growled from across the table. "Right, well I'm glad that I'm not sick. If I were sick, I don't know how I'd manage to go about my day, yelling at people, thinking that the sun revolves around me, and making everyone else's existence so painful. Gosh, I love myself."

"Really, that's great. Can I follow you around and put my opinion in where it's not needed? I just love telling everyone else what to do, you follow? Even if I don't know what I'm talking about, I still need to tell you that you're wrong, you follow? Because everyone else is always wrong and I'm always right. I think I'm just that smart, follow?"

"I'm a selfish, egotistical brat who can't handle it when I don't get my own way!"

"Yeah, well… I've put on weight since last Christmas!"

Kenta sprung up, shouting at the top of his lungs. His voice was so sudden and loud that Kyouya and Madoka jumped from the fright. "Quiet! What's wrong with both of you? You've been acting weird all morning."

"Remember, Kenta?" explained Ginga. "They were up all night arguing, they must be pretty tired. I know that when I haven't slept, I don't really act myself either."

Masamune nodded, satisfied with Ginga's reasoning.

Kenta sat back down and glared at Kyouya and Madoka, almost as if threatening them with his eyes like two misbehaving children.

Hikaru spoke up, "Can we please just enjoy breakfast like normal people for once in our lives?"

Before Hikaru even finished her sentence, Ginga collapsed back into his seat and let out a loud belch. Masamune had just wolfed down the last of his own pancakes before he gave Ginga a congratulatory Hi-5.

Kyouya shook his head as he held his knife and fork delicately between his poised fingers. "That's disgusting Ginga, where are your manners?"

The clacking of cutlery on plates alerted Kyouya to the fact that he had just said something wrong. He looked around the table and saw that Hikaru and Kenta had dropped their forks in surprise. Madoka was paused with her fork in her mouth as she looked at him with wide eyes.

Masamune squinted, he almost suspected something was up. Almost. That was until Ginga broke the tension with an obnoxious laugh. "Sorry Kyouya!"

Madoka, finally realizing that it was time to get into character, started collecting plates. She hurried off into the kitchen and Ginga stood up, taking himself over to her workbench.

"Hey, Kyouya! Catch."

Kyouya turned just in time to see Leone hurtling through the air coming straight for his face. He tried to catch the bey, but fumbled and Leone bounced off his fingers, landing right in Kenta's glass of orange juice.

"My orange juice…" sighed Kenta as he mourned over the loss of the concentrated drink.

Kyouya jumped up repeating apologies like he was chanting out some sort of religious prayer and tried to fish Leone out of Kenta's cup.

Ginga transferred his weight to one foot as he watched on, "Wow, you do need to scrub up on your reflexes. Good thing Madoa fixed Leone so quickly. I don't think you could bare to miss another day of training."

Kyouya gulped, "Training?"

"Aw, are you guys gonna battle without us?" Masamune and Kenta moaned together.

"Well, Sagittario and Striker still need mending. But hey, you can come with us if you want."

"Oh, uh you know Ginga, I don't think I'm feeling very good today. I might just stay back here and rest," Kyouya blurted.

"Don't be silly," Ginga shot Kyouya a grin so wide that his teeth seemed to consume half his face. "You know just as well as I do that nothing puts the energy back in you like a good beybattle."

Kyouya touched his pointed fingers together in an expression of pure anxiety. "You're absolutely right. I just need to visit the little girl's room first. Excuse me."

He scurried off into the kitchen and Hikaru, who had been quietly sitting at the table reading the morning paper turned to Ginga and Masamune. "Isn't the bathroom that way?" she pointed in the opposite direction Kyouya had gone.

"Yeah," replied Masamune. "And since when does Kyouya call it 'the little girl's room'?"

"Or, even excuse himself." Added Ginga.

"I don't think he's kidding about not feeling well," Hikaru stated.

Once Kyouya had stumbled into the kitchen, he found Madoka squatting in front of the dishwasher with her elbows on her knees and her hands dangling between her legs. She had the most confused expression on her face as she raised her hand to push a button, stopped, scratched her head and let her hand fall again.

"Kyouya!" Kyouya whispered hastily. "I need your help."

"Oh there you are. I wanna ask you how you turn the dishwasher on."

"What?"

"The dishwasher. Which one of these buttons turns this stupid thing on?"

Kyouya opened the dishwasher and gave an exasperated sigh. "You're meant to take the leftover food off the plates before you put them in. Take them all out, clean them, put them back in and press the 'Start' button."

She looked at the dishwashers contents and nodded. "And then what?"

"Never mind, maybe you shouldn't do the dishwashing. You could hurt yourself… Look, Ginga is telling me to go train and I don't know what to do because I don't-"

She cut him off, "Then go train."

"But-"

"You were the one who said we should act like each other. I never back down from a fight, even if it's only training. So move. Now."

He stamped his foot on the ground. "But you're not listening to me! I don't know how to control Leone! I've never had a real battle in my life and I've never launched anything but a generic bey. I haven't even held a launcher in years."

"But you have watched enough battles to know what's going on. You know all Leone's special moves, just make some commands and hope for the best. Now go, I have dishwashing to do, and by God I'm going to wash these dishes like they've never been washed before."

Hikaru poked her head into the room, "Kyouya, Ginga says that if you're not out there in the next ten seconds you have to shout everyone lunch after."

Kyouya looked close to tears. He looked at Madoka pleadingly, but she merely pointed to the door. He groaned loudly and stormed off out of the kitchen.

Hikaru approached Madoka as she turned back to the dishwasher, a rather frightening look of determination in her eyes.

They heard the door slam signaling the departure of the boys. Hikaru stood next to Madoka with a cheery smile on her face.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Madoka asked without facing Hikaru.

"Nope, it's my day off."

Briefly, Kyouya noticed how her mood just seemed to skyrocket right after the males had left.

"So," Hikaru continued. " I was thinking we should go get our hair done today after you finish mending the beys." She went to help Madoka with taking the dishes out of the dishwasher but she pushed her hand away.

"Hey, watch it. This is my responsibility. I'm going to wash these dishes so well, you'll be able to see your face in their reflection by the time I'm done with them." Apparently, Kyouya's competitiveness was not only partial to Beyblade. He took every task given to him as a chance to prove his worth. Even housework.

Hikaru backed away from Madoka, "Okay…"

Madoka suddenly realized that she wasn't acting like 'herself'. She stopped, sighed and said, "Of course we can go get our hair done. I'd love to. Just let me finish with the dishes, you get me?"


I still can't decide if it's more appropriate to spell Kyouya's name as 'Kyouya' or 'Kyoya'...

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. :)