Switch Chapter 4

Hiro hadn't gone to work today. He just couldn't bring himself to do so. No one knew why, why he was in a terrible state of depression. Instead he spent late nights drinking himself to sleep, shacked up in his tiny one bedroom apartment. He ignored phone calls, ignored NG and even his best friend Shuichi.

How could he explain that a part of him died when K did?

They'd never understand that he had truly loved the man with all his heart. He'd been so patient, taken so long, and given K time. Too much time, he thought sadly now. He couldn't explain at first why he fell for the crazy American manager. The man was insane, compulsive, and he talked too much. But Hiro sensed that beneath all that bravado lay a very passionate man…a funny, adventurous man. He'd watched how hard K worked to turn Bad Luck into shining stars. K had made Bad Luck his life.

But then Hiro knew that he might have put too much into Bad Luck, never taking time off for himself. After K's divorce, Hiro made it a mission to befriend the man further—finding an opportunity that wasn't there before. Maybe he should have told him his true intentions from the beginning. But he was afraid, afraid of being rejected.

And he had been…

Hiro stopped strumming his guitar to drink from the beer bottle resting nearby. He sighed. Maybe if K had had more time to think about it, he might have been able to love him back one day. But he hadn't, and Hiro couldn't believe the news when he'd heard it. Killed saving the life of another. It was heroic.

But it was unfair!

Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks and Hiro swiped at them angrily. He wished he'd never fallen for the crazy ass, he wished he'd never laid eyes on him! It hurt too much to lose the one thing his heart yearned for. Now all he had were memories of their times together. Him running to K's office after work, making the man smile once in a while with simple chatter and company.

If only he had had a little more time…

As he strummed his guitar despondently, he heard a knock at the door. Hiro stopped playing and hoped whoever it was would leave. Maybe it was Shuichi but he'd have been banging louder, shredding through it, and yelling on the other side. Well, then it was no one important. Hiro sipped his beer quietly and waited for the knocking to cease.

But then he heard his name being called by some woman. Aww jeez, just some delirious fan that had sniffed him out. Damn, he knew better than to open the door now.

"Hiro, I heard you playing your guitar. I know you're in there…I have nowhere else to go. Please open up," the woman pleaded on the other side of the door.

Hiro stared at the door wondrously. He wasn't going to fall for that trick, the damsel in distress. No way.

"I'll shoot the door down Hiro!" she threatened loudly.

Eh? Hiro arched a brow. He grabbed the phone ready to call the cops as he got up and shuffled to the door. Hiro looked through the peep hole. There was some tall blonde haired chick, a rifle on her back, looking right at him. For a second there, it sort of reminded him of K. "Look I'll give you an autograph but that's it ok?. Please just don't shoot me," Hiro said nervously, grabbing a pen and notepad. He opened the door a crack. Scribbling his name quickly, "Here," he said and handed the woman the autograph.

"Hiro, how many times have I told you not to open your door to fans? They're crazy," she explained hotly, waving 'no' at the autograph.

Hiro looked the woman over now and he gaped at her attire, "Um…where did you get those clothes?" They looked awfully familiar.

"It's me, Hiro," she whispered and looked around as if they were being watched. "It's me K."

Huh? Hiro only saw red, "Get out of here you freak! What are you, sick!" Hiro tried to slam the door shut but the crazy chick put her steel toed boot through the crack.

"Hiro I swear! I died trying to save this young girl from being killed. Heh, only I got flattened and she lived. And then I went to heaven and some crazy gods made some kind of error and told me I could come back to earth but only as a woman! Apparently it was the only soul they had left, only I thought I was dreaming…but when I woke up this morning. Look!" the woman insisted and began to unbutton her shirt.

Hiro's eyes widened as she flashed him a pair of great tits! His face turned very red.

"I still can't believe it myself…I thought it was dream…" She closed her shirt, eyes welling with tears. "Fuck, look at me…this is the fifth time I've cried today," she mumbled and sniffed loudly.

Wordlessly, Hiro stared at the woman like she'd landed from Mars...or was it Venus? It was the most ridiculous story he'd ever heard. "Look, anyone could have made up that story. K is dead…no one returns from the dead," he said resolutely. "Please just leave me alone…"

But the woman still wouldn't move her foot.

"I had a wife named Judy and a son named Michael. They live in Los Angeles, look I have my favourite gun with me." She showed him a shiny silver magnum. "I know that your favourite food is yakitori and you have a brother named Yuuji. I know that your parents wanted you to be a doctor and you slept through your exam and failed on purpose," she told him and dug into her backpack. She handed Hiro a wallet. "Please look inside."

Stunned, nimble fingers clutched the wallet pensively. It was definitely K's wallet, and hesitantly Hiro opened it. Inside was his ID, his bank card, credit cards, official Guns of America membership card…everything with the name Claude K. Winchester on it. With an unreadable face, Hiro handed the wallet back.

The woman looked him right in the eye and said, "The night I died you came to my office and you told me that…that you loved me."

Hiro went slack, legs almost giving out on him.

It couldn't be…

He looked into those brilliant blue eyes.

"Hiro you idiot, it's me."

There was no mistaking. "I'm having a nightmare…" Hiro whispered before everything went black. He fainted.


K sighed and stepped into the apartment, closing the door and locking it. He tried to pick Hiro up like he'd done in the past when he drank too much at a party, but now he weighed a ton. Grunting a little, K grabbed Hiro's hands and decided to drag him to the couch. With a lot of effort, K managed to get him up on it. "Fuck, I'm such a wimp," he complained and sat on the coffee table inspecting his biceps. He felt so much lighter, smaller, more fragile. The thickness and edginess of being a man had been replaced with softer curves. But then, those gods did say he'd probably look like a sibling. "Hello sis," he said sarcastically to himself.

Spotting a pack of smokes on the table next to his rump he thanked god openly. "Heh, no offence," he muttered, looking up in the direction of heaven and sparked the cigarette. "Mmm, oh yeah…," he sighed, enjoying the sensation of smoking. But his eyes cut across to the beer. "Ooh thank you Hiro," he chimed and reached for one. He was about to twist the cap when he stopped dead.

He was drunk the night he died. Maybe if I hadn't gotten drunk, I wouldn't have…died?

But it was an accident, how could he have predicted that? He wondered how the gods made the mistake. Was the sign supposed to miss him? Perhaps he was supposed to have survived the blow? Ah fuck it, K opened the beer bottle and guzzled like a thirsty nomad.

Hiro's eyes fluttered open. He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, groaning a little from his nightmare. Looking around in a bit of confusion, his eyes landed on the girl sitting on his coffee table. "K! I mean…who-who ever you are," Hiro said aghast, backing up against the sofa. He eyed the blonde woman, drinking his beer and burping loudly shortly after.

"Hiro, I was getting worried there. I never knew you were the fainting type," K said looking over at him. "But then it's not everyday a man comes back to life as a woman, hmm?" He sighed and finished the bottle.

"Why…why did you come here?" Hiro asked carefully.

"Where else could I go? I woke up this morning to find I don't have a dick, Judy barging into my apartment with moving men. They took all my stuff, Hiro. I'm sure even my bank account and credit is closed. I have," K pulled out the wallet and counted. "Two thousand yen," he whined. "But I can't go to Judy. She thinks I'm just some bimbo of K's. I don't really have any close friends in Japan, you were the only one," K said his voice barely a squeak at the end, "Oh man, I think I'm going to cry again. I don't want to be a woman Hiro. I think I'd rather be dead."

Staring awe struck at the woman, K, Hiro tried to make his tongue move so he could speak. He watched K's smaller shoulders begin to shake as he sobbed into his hands. It was pathetic, but how many times had he seen Shuichi like this? Tons. The shock wore off just a little more and Hiro felt compelled to comfort K. He moved and leaned over to hug the female K. K's arms quickly wrapped around him and clung on, crying on his shoulder.

"It'll be alright…we'll figure something out," Hiro soothed and inhaled K's scent. It was so familiar and he pulled K tighter to him. "I thought I lost you forever," he whispered softly, still feeling like he was dreaming. And maybe he was, maybe he'd wake up any minute with the worlds most massive hangover. But something inside of him told him that this wasn't a dream. In some absolutely maddening twist of fate, something otherworldly had happened to K. Whatever magic, whatever evil, it was a done deed. K sat right here, clinging to him and crying from a woman's body. It was just so unreal, but yet here he—no, she—was.

Hiro knew it in his heart.

"It'll just take time to get used to. I'm sure you will eventually, and you can stay here with me." He wanted to say 'Forget about what happened in the office, forget that I said those three words.' But he couldn't. He wouldn't confuse K now with that stuff…but he'd always love him, or her, he thought with a weird but happy smile. This was so crazy, but he could feel himself getting over the shock.

The crying slowed down and K pulled back, "I'm sorry about this."

Hiro brushed a tear away from K's face with his thumb, "Are you kidding? I can't imagine how I'd behave if I were turned into a woman either." He chuckled lightly. "How can anyone be themselves at a time like this?"

K knew he was right, "I feel so lost, I don't know what to do next."

"Don't try and solve it all right now, just try and relax—the answers will come to you," Hiro advised. "I know that you're a strong person, you'll figure it out," he promised.

For the first time that day, K let himself smile. "But I'm really not as strong as I used to be."

Hiro chuckled, "Well, no, but willpower K…willpower is pretty damn strong."

That was it. He had to find his inner strength again, but it seemed impossible at the moment. "Thank you Hiro."

"I swear K, your voice, it's…I dunno, you sound so sweet," Hiro mentioned and laughed.

K stood up gruffly, making Hiro sit back onto the sofa harshly. He stood with his hands on his hips, "Are you making fun of me?"

"Of course not, it's not a bad voice…it's just nice." It was perfect, Hiro thought, looking up at K innocently.

"I asked the gods to make me look like Pamela Anderson, eh," K offered and chuckled a little. "I guess that didn't happen," he said sadly, "but its not to bad hmm?" He bent to take off the ridiculous boots.

Hiro got an eyeful of cleavage, and he swallowed thickly. "Err…no it's not bad at all." He felt heat rise to his cheeks.

Shoving the boots aside, K looked at Hiro's blushing face. "You were peeking at my boobs weren't you? I swear what is it with men!" K huffed and stopped himself.

They looked at each other and broke out laughing.

"Shit, did I just say that?" K asked.

Hiro spoke over his laughter, "Yes you did K…yes you did."


A/N: I hope you continue to enjoy my goofy story. Its unlike anything I've ever done before...well this long anyways. But its fun to do!

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