Shadow: Well, I just realized what a pickle I've gotten myself into. How the heck am I going to write this chapter?

Spark: Hah! I laugh at you!

Shadow: You're so mean! :cries: I need to get another muse…

Spark: Does that mean…I'm…fired?

Shadow: No, I just need someone to help with the emotional damage that you cause me…

Spark: Oh, anyways, thanks for all the wonderful reviews!

Miyuki2004: Thanks for being the first reviewer! Cookies to you!

Rednal29: Well, they always say great minds think alike!

Akachi: It's only going to get better, trust us. Just you wait…

Sunruner: Aha! We freaked you out! But it's not what you really think…;)

Shadow: Oh yea…Led Zeppelin is on Launch! I can feel something coming…:pops knuckles: Can you feel it?

Spark:…no…

:Shadow throws a shoe at Spark:

Chapter Two: Mind Games

Something was not right. Oh yes, something was quite wrong. Ivan knew it the second he came to. But he couldn't put his finger on it.

So instead, he placed his hand on his forehead and rubbed it gently. That's when he noticed something: his hands. They weren't his own. His fingers were longer and more slender. Perhaps you could say they were "dainty". All Ivan knew was that he couldn't call them his own.

His hands were attached to arms which were much skinnier than he remembered them being. And since when was he wearing a short-sleeved tunic? Especially one that resembled Sheba's…That's when he remembered what had happened to the both of them. The last thing he could remember was her voice: 'I know you have my diary…' He reached towards his chest where the pocket in his tunic should have been. But he felt something more…something much more.

He sat up as he inspected himself. Two appendages had appeared that weren't there before. 'This is just sick…sick and wrong,' he thought as he poked them. "Either I gained weight or…" No, Ivan didn't even want to consider the other alternative.

"Are you awake?" Mia asked from behind the curtain that was drawn about his cot. She inched the curtain away and found the Jupiter adept sitting upright. "How do you feel?"

"I feel different," he replied. "Something just feels odd."

"Well, I don't think anything's wrong…" she began as she pulled the curtain back. Ivan suddenly felt himself go pale as he saw what was on the other side of the curtain. The person opposite him went pale as well when they saw him staring back. And for the first time in her life, Mia was wrong. Really wrong.

Susa's eyes grew wide as he spat out the tea that he had just taken a sip of. "Is something wrong, Susa?" Kushinada asked, a worried expression growing over her face.

"What the hell was that?" he panted as he slammed his teacup down.

"Is something wrong with the tea?" she gasped.

"No, not that. I heard something…" Kushinada raised an eyebrow as she began mopping up Susa's mess. "It sounded like someone screaming…"

"It was probably nothing."

"Ivan? Sheba? What's gotten in to you two? You'll wake up the whole town with that screaming!" she scolded as she shut the windows.

"W-what are you doing over there?" Ivan stammered as he extended a finger towards Sheba. No, wait, it wasn't Sheba. To Ivan, it felt like he was looking in a mirror. He saw himself sitting in the cot beside him. But, it did scream a lot like Sheba.

"What are you doing over there?" she stammered back.

"To be honest, I don't know…" he trailed off. "I mean, I wake up and find myself lying in a cot next to me. You tell me what's going on."

Sheba blinked at him. "Well, if you're over there, and I'm over here…then that means I'm…I'm…" She gulped as she looked down and pulled the covers away. Lip trembling, she pulled her pants down and screamed, again. But this time, much louder.

"Neptune's blowhole! They're delusional!" Mia screamed as she ran out the door, mumbling something about getting the Great Healer.

Sheba ran for the door and slammed it shut before proceeding to pull up her pants. "What the HELL is going on here, Ivan!! What did you do?"

"What did I do? Why do you always have to blame me for doing all of these things? Do you think I wanted to switch bodies? Do you think I wanted to have a pair of boobs of my very own?" Sheba narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "Wait, don't answer that…"

"Wait, did you say that we switched bodies?" Sheba blurted. "Do you think something happened when we passed out?"

Ivan placed his chin in his hand as he thought. "Well, the last thing I remember was you accusing me of stealing your journal…"

"And I remember you denying it!" She snapped her fingers as she leapt up again. "That must have been when we switched! Then we passed out…"

"No, that can't be it…it's too crazy! We always mind read each other and we've never switched bodies before…wait, what are you doing?" He watched in horror as Sheba began to rummage through the pockets of his tunic. She scowled as she produced a small, leather-bound book.

"So you did take it!" she screamed as she took it and swung at his head. It hit him in the side of the head with a loud 'thwack'. "How many of my secrets have you made public?"

That's when she realized that Mia and the Great Healer were standing in the doorway. Sheba was frozen in place with the book in her hand, poised to strike Ivan with it a second time. "This is worse than I thought," the Great Healer sighed as Mia let out a gasp.

'Ivan, don't tell them ANYTHING!' she thought to him quickly.

'They wouldn't have believed us anyways.'

The Great Healer stepped up to Sheba. "Do you know who you are?"

Sheba gulped and tried not to look over at Ivan. "I'm Ivan," she began. "Ivan from Contigo."

She could see Mia let out a sigh of relief. "Do you know where you are?"

"We're in Vale," she answered. "Does my voice sound funny to you at all?" she blurted.

"Not at all," the healer smiled as he shook his head. "You seem to remember everything about yourself. What about you, young lady?" he asked, gesturing to Ivan.

'Young lady…' "My name is Sheba, from Lalivero…I know where I am, so don't bother asking."

The Great Healer sighed and turned back to Mia. "Well, I guess they must still be lightheaded…"

"Get my sister!" Ivan yelled. Mia and the healer turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

"You have a sister?"

Sheba rolled her eyes and clamped a hand over Ivan's mouth. "She means get my sister. Obviously she's still delusional…like you said." She felt a chill run down her spine as something wet and slimy rubbed against her palm, which was obviously his tongue. "Ew…" she whined as she wiped her hand on Ivan. "Don't be so immature!"

Mia's eyes grew wide with shock. "Since when did Ivan talk with that tone of voice?" she mumbled. "Send a message for Master Hama! Things seem to be worsening by the second…"

Ivan's nasty little snicker woke Sheba from her slumber. As she rubbed her eyes, the room came into focus. She woefully glanced herself over to realize that she was still trapped in his body. Ivan snickered again. "What's so funny?" she grumbled as she leaned over to the cot beside her.

Ivan fell backwards in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Sheba continued to feel utterly confused and completely unaware of the book Ivan had in his clutches. Once he had gained his composure, he sat up, wiped a tear from his eye, and began to read: "'It's so awkward for me to write this down…how much I truly care for him…'" he quoted from her diary.

Sheba's face grew red as she leapt off the cot towards him. "Give it BACK!" she screamed. Ivan was too deft for her now and he leapt out of the way, sending Sheba onto his now empty cot. "'Every time he says my name, I feel my face burn red with embarrassment. When he looks at me, I feel every capillary in my face burst with joy…'" he continued. "Oh Sheba, I never knew you were so poetic!"

Sheba picked herself up and sat staring at him. For the first time, she felt herself lose all courage and began to break down and cry. "You're such an ASS!" she sobbed. "How would you feel if someone was making fun of your emotions?"

"OK Sheba! I'm sorry!" he cried. "Just please stop crying! You're making me look like a pansy!" He winced as she continued to sob. Carefully, he placed the book back on the bed as if it were a highly explosive material. Or even worse: Felix's diary.

Sheba looked up, a smile beginning to grow across her face. "Well, I think it's a little too late about that pansy thing…"

Ivan glowered at her. "That's it!" He ran towards her and tackled her on the cot and leaned over her. "No one calls me a pansy and gets away with it!" Then he delivered it, right where it mattered; right in the groin. Now Sheba's eyes really watered. Ivan grinned down at her.

"I-I never knew it hurt this much…" she whispered as she gulped for air. (I really DON'T know what this feels like, so I'm just going based on what my guy-friends tell me) She clenched her hand into a fist and then proceeded to punch Ivan in the breast.

He cursed loudly as he leaned back in pain. (Yes, I DO know what this feels like) Clutching it in agony he began to rock back and forth. "Easy squeasy lemon peasy…" he muttered to himself.

"Don't ever do that again!" Sheba breathed as she sat up, still feeling the pain between her legs. She shot him a glare as she leaned over to pick up her diary. "Touch me one more time, and I'll get you good!" With that, she ran out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

Shadow: Now do you understand how hard and confusing this is going to be? Now I'm referring to Ivan and Sheba in their mental states, not their physical. Ivan's mind is in Sheba's body and her mind is in Ivan's body. So just use your imagination and I'll do my best to fill in the blanks.