Schwarz Switch

Prologue: That's Not Mine!

By Carter Tachikawa

Disclaimer: This isn't mine. It'll never be mine. *Breaks down crying*

***Happy birthday to me! I turn the useless age of 22 and for my birthday, I got Ran and Schu as slaves again!

Ran: *glares*

Schu: Goody.

To celebrate, I bring you the long awaited sequel to "Switch". You should probably read that first since it picks up from there but reading this first wouldn't hurt you either. Anyway, this revolves more around Schwarz but same old silliness is back. Brad/Schu, Ran/Ken, and Nagi/Omi are your pairings.

Enjoy! ***

It all started as a normal day for Schwarz. Lounge around during the morning and afternoon and attack the city at night. Tonight had been very special. They got to fight Weiss, their nemesis. Despite getting some hits and a bump on the head, they made it back home without a scratch.

Still it hadn't been a normal fight for them. Weiss had been acting very strangely. There was something about that wasn't quite right. Nonetheless, they all escaped with no broken bones or missing limbs. Now all Nagi Naoe, youngest member of Schwarz, wanted to do was take a nice hot shower.

It would have been great if Schuldig hadn't also wanted to take a shower. It would have been ever better if Farfarello did not push him and Schuldig into the bathroom and then lock the door from outside. They yelled at Farfarello to open up but to no avail. Then Nagi gave up and watched as Schuldig banged for a while. All the while, he never noticed anything strange.

"Let me out! Let me out! Farfarello!" Schuldig began screaming and banging on the door. "I'm missing Makeovers Extreme!"

/Schuldig watches Makeovers Extreme?/ Nagi was amused. Makeovers Extreme was a show where real life people changed their look with plastic surgery. Every week they'd feature a person who was rather ugly and change them into someone gorgeous. Last week's episode was the beginning of a two-part breast reduction extravaganza. Tonight, they were airing the second part and Schuldig evidently wanted to see that. Nagi snickered.

"Farfarello! Open this door!"

No answer. Schuldig tried pulling on the doorknob but to no avail. It seemed that Farfarello and Crawford had left them and forgotten to unlock the door from outside. Nagi sighed with disgust, put down the toilet lid, and sat down on the toilet. Things were not going well.

"Damn you, Farfarello! Get back here and_" Schuldig stopped and took a look at himself in the mirror. Then he gasped and moved in to get a closer look.

"No." He whispered. Nagi wasn't paying attention to any of this. "This is not happening. This is a dream. This has to be a dream. No way am I_"

He looked over at Nagi, who still did not understand why he had been shoved into a bathroom with Schuldig. He had fought long and hard with Bombay of Weiss today, who kept talking about plastic surgery for some reason, and he needed to clean himself. He only wanted a shower and suddenly someone pushed him. Now he was sitting on the toilet while Schuldig stared at himself in the mirror. All the while, he kept gasping and grabbing his long orange hair. Then he began poking his cheeks and patting his hands down his body.

*/What's wrong with you?/* Nagi asked telepathically. */You've been poking yourself ever since we were locked in./*

Schuldig did not answer immediately. He kept gasping and poking himself in various places. Nagi sighed and looked down. His eyes caught sight of the Armani suit he was wearing. The glasses he wore slide down the bridge of his nose. And that was when he realized something strange was going on.

Armani suit? Since when did he ever have an Armani suit? And when did he wear glasses? Now that he looked at himself, he realized he wasn't wearing any of his normal clothes. His hands and feet were rather big. He felt like another person.

/Something's not right./ Nagi realized. He began checking his entire body the way Schuldig had been doing. /I don't wear glasses. I don't wear Armani suits. These hands aren't mine. These feet aren't mine. And this_/

He made sure that Schuldig wasn't looking and took a quick peek into his pants. He gasped.

/Oh, I wish that *was* mine! But it's not./

Schuldig looked at him strangely. "I don't believe this."

"Believe what?" Nagi was puzzled. His voice sounded strange. It sounded like Crawford's.

"Who are you?" Schuldig demanded, green eyes blazing. He grabbed a towel off the rack and was prepared to use it as a whip. "What have you done?!"

"I'm Nagi. Why?" He still sounded like Crawford. "I haven't done anything."

"Nagi? Prove it."

"Yes." Nagi tried to move the soap bar with his mind to prove that it was really him. The soap bar did not budge. He kept trying and it still wouldn't move. Was something wrong with his power?

Schuldig calmed down and dropped the towel. "This isn't happening."

"What isn't happening?" More of Crawford's voice came out of his mouth.

"I'm really Crawford."

"Crawford?"

"Look at me! I'm too young and hip and Schuldig! I'm a walking stick of studliness and German sausages! I'm beautiful!"

Nagi was more confused than ever now. "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"No wonder I didn't see this happening. I'm Schuldig now!"

"Crawford, please!" Nagi held up his now large hands. "I have no idea what is going on. If you're really Crawford, then why do you look and sound like Schuldig?"

"I don't know. I don't know what happened but I'm_"

"What are you talking about?!" Nagi, finally annoyed by all this, exploded. "What is going on with you?!"

"Look at yourself in the mirror." Schuldig nodded toward the mirror. Nagi walked over and stared at it.

Brad Crawford stared back at him. It was the same Crawford who led Schwarz and secretly watched Makeovers Extreme.

Nagi blinked twice. And then he screamed.

~~~

TBC...

(Well, you know two switched personalities:

Crawford's body = Nagi's mind

Schuldig's body= Crawford's mind

All that remains is what happened to Farfarello and Schuldig! It gets insane later I promise you.

Ran: Yes it does.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. Read, review, be respectful, and send presents! I mean, be true.)