Switch Chapter 6

The next day Hiro woke up to the sound of gunfire.

BANG!

BANG!

He thought he was under attack. Scrambling, he fell off one end of the bed. What the hell! Ducking everytime he heard a shot, Hiro went to investigate. It was coming from his balcony and decided it had to be K. Bloody hell…

With hands clamped over his ears, he stared dumbfounded as K stood in a pair of men's Calvin Kleins and a woman's tank top, firing his gun. "K! What the fuck are you doing!" Hiro clamoured.

"Oh, Hiro you finally got up—its almost noon you know," K alleged and held out the gun to Hiro, "Go ahead give it a whirl, its fun."

"What, are you crazy! You're going to get me kicked out of here!" he cried, ignoring the weapon.

"I was just having some fun, jeez lighten up," K told him calmly. "Oh look! An airplane." K aimed high and fired once more into the clear blue sky.

Waa! Hiro ran at K and tried to grab the confounded gun. But K held it up in the air, thinking Hiro couldn't reach it…forgetting he was three inches shorter now. Only Hiro grabbed his wrist and added a lot of pressure with his thumb. "Ow oww," K cried, the gun falling out of his hand. Rubbing his wrist he added, "I wasn't going to damage the airplane, its way to high up you know. Now, maybe if there was a news helicopter around…" He caught Hiro's scowl and chuckled. "You worry too much Hiro." K went to leave but spun around, "Oh and also, just because you're a guy doesn't mean you can use brute strength on me!" K said indignantly and waltzed back into the apartment.

Hiro picked up the gun and followed feeling frazzled. "Couldn't those gods have made you just a little less insane…"

K laughed, "Why should I be any different besides having my own boobies to play with?" He walked into the kitchen to make coffee. "Anyway, I thought you had work today?" he called from the other room.

"I phoned Sakano and said I'd be in later," Hiro explained, shoving the gun under the couch cushion—hoping to hide it.

"Very bad Hiro…you know I would have had to come get you and haul your scrawny ass to work right?"

"Hmm well you're not at work yet," Hiro pointed out, "Anyways, you seem more yourself today…no more moping?" Hiro wondered.

There was a tinkling of a stirring spoon, followed by K bringing back two cups of coffee. K handed him one. "Nope, what can I do about it? I have no choice so I guess I have to live with it. Don't get me wrong, I still want to be a man, but being depressed gets boring, so I might as well have some fun being female right?" K stole one of Hiro's cigarettes and sat on the couch.

K had a point and Hiro sat next to him and lit his own morning smoke, both sitting there in their boxers. "Thanks for the coffee," Hiro said gratefully before taking a sip. He set the cup down and chilled out from the "gun" incident. "So why are you wearing boxers when you got, you know, girly ones?"

K shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe it's a way of remembering who I really am."

Hmm, that made sense in a strange way Hiro thought.

"I have to go out today," K said and tapped his ash into the tray. "I need an identity."

Hiro looked over impertinently, "How does one do that…reincarnated?"

"Cheats," K said simply. "I know a bunch of places to go and get a fake security card, then all I have to do…"

"What, fake ID's!" Hiro exclaimed, cutting K off, "But aren't those places scary?"

"Well, they aren't exactly fake." They were stolen. "Oh don't look at me that way; I can't get a job or a bank account without identification, Hiro. And don't worry about me. I'll be fine," K explained and sighed, "Who knows how long I'll be this way. It could take years to fulfill what those gods want me to do. Follow my heart…"

Hiro didn't think that was such a hard task to do, but then he wasn't K. He also couldn't help feeling somewhat protective all of the sudden. It was like it was written in his genetics to protect a girl. In some strange sense it was like he and K had reversed dominance roles. It was a little confusing and Hiro had to remind himself not to treat K like a full fledged woman. "Maybe I should come with you," Hiro voiced concernedly. "I know you still think of yourself as big scary K, but you're not…"

K glanced over at Hiro, a serious look coming over his feminine features. "If I don't do this myself I'll never do anything Hiro. I have to prove to myself that even as a woman, I can get things done that my old self was able to do. I just have to use different tactics," K said. "Besides, I still have my gun…if they bother me I'll shoot their balls off." K gave a grin like he'd like nothing better.

"Yea I guess you're right," Hiro offered, noticing K still rubbing his wrist. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, feeling bad now. Without thinking he reached over and took K's reddened wrist.

The touch was so soft that K glanced up at the guitarists' face. It was comforting and K hadn't felt someone giving him human physical comfort in a long time. Especially now when his world was literally being turned upside down and shook like a snowball, he thought.

But Hiro stopped suddenly and got up, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have hurt you like that. Well, I should get ready for work." Hiro quickly left the room.

K stared after Hiro. He wasn't the only one being affected by this transformation. K hadn't forgotten how Hiro felt about him either, but Hiro couldn't possibly want him like this…could he? Hiro was a truly decent guy and a real friend, but it was only a simple crush. Now was not the time to dwell on it, he had to get his life in order. There was bigger fish to fry—he had to get his old job back. And he had to act fast before Tohma found someone else.

He figured that going back to his old job was a sure way of following his heart. He really didn't want to do anything else—that was his passion. Maybe he'd be lucky and those gods would accept that and turn him back into a man. For now that was the most important thing on K's mind.


An hour later K stood under the midday sun, dressed in a pair of black trousers, a white button up top where the collar sat on the outside of the lapels on his matching black blazer. His hair was back in its trusty ponytail. And on his feet, were a pair of posh black boots with a three inch heel—something the sales lady insisted, were to die for. Oh they were to die for alright, K thought painfully, because he was going to die from sore feet!

But he had to suck it up and get used to it, he had to look cool and professional. Those bad boys in that bar needed to feel a little intimidated. K figured if he looked like some kind of FBI agent maybe they'd cut him a little slack. Now he only had to prove to them he wasn't a cop.

With a purse full of Hiro's hard earned cash, K made his way into a seedier part of Tokyo. He knew this area well and as a man, had had no problems here before. Sure, his striking foreign looks caught him a few glances, but most people stayed out of his way.

Stepping off the bus, K walked down the street, magnum nestled cosily inside his jacket. He didn't have the holster anymore, so the gun got tucked into a pocket. He'd never had problems here as a man. Though, behind his sunglasses he noticed that today a lot of people were staring at him. He stood out like a sore thumb. He'd hoped this wouldn't happen, but he was a new face—a new face in a woman's body.

"Hey baby, you're in the wrong part of town," a young guy with a group of his friends said.

"Maybe she needs directions," said another, walking up to K and lifting his own shirt. On the guys chest and stomach was a large tattoo of Japan. "Go ahead close your eyes and point. I'll take you there honey."

The group laughed, enjoying their adolescent obnoxiousness.

K raised an eyebrow simply stating, "Nice tattoo." He withdrew his gun and pointed the nose on the guy's chest, somewhere close to Osaka, "Will you take me here?" he questioned innocently and cocked the hammer back. He smiled.

"Whoa, lady!" the guy exclaimed and backed up with his hands in the air. "I was only joking, please don't shoot." The guy ran back to his entourage.

K laughed as the group bee-lined down the street. Did women really have to put up with this crap? He'd never really thought of it before. But it hardened K's resolve that everyone, especially women, should carry a gun.

Walking along he spotted 'Jujutei', a pool hall he used to frequent as a man. It was a dive, but the people here ran a business in the back. If one paid the price, or knew the owner, they could get all kinds of illegal stuff done here. It was all run by a gang, but K didn't really care.

Slender fingers pushed open the door, sounding off the chime. Everyone in the smoky hall simply stopped and stared at him. Oh dear. K gave an uneasy chuckle as he ventured further inside.

He placed his sunglasses into his purse.

Thud! A large Japanese man with a pool cue side-stepped into his path. "Women aren't allowed in here," he growled.

K gave a pleasant smile and pretended to brush something off the man's shoulder nervously. "Heh, you see, I'm a friend of K's and he told me I could come here for some business. I don't mean to…"

"Rules are rules, no women allowed," said Bigfoot and thumped his pool cue again. Only this time it landed on K's foot.

Grimacing K looked down, "Oh…oohh, those were brand new," he whined. He could feel himself getting angry. "If you don't step away from me you'll regret it."

Surprised the whole bar chuckled disbelievingly.

"Oh sure. What's a little girl like you going to do?" A roguish guy claimed. Everyone roared with hilarity.

"You don't think so eh?" K drawled and eyed his opponents. Three on left and two on the right—Bigfoot in the middle. "Bring it on boys," K said dauntingly and took a stance, reaching for his gun.

Only the group in the bar broke out in dubious laughter again.

But with the gun out, the laughter came to a sudden halt. "Now as I said I was a friend of K's, I just need to see Tony…come on, cut a girl some slack." Only the big bouncer guy went to grab him, but K yanked on the pool cue and it snapped back, squaring the guy in the face. The curse emitted from the man sounded very mad, K looked wide eyed and backed up, thinking with his gun pointed at them all in turn. "Come on, you guys wouldn't hit a girl...would you?"

"We're going to toss you out on your cute behind." One of them said with a wink.

Damn this!

The large man grabbed at the gun and hauled K up an inch off the floor. Eep! The gun shot as he tried to hold on, causing both him and the big guy to drop the gun. It bounced off under a pool table. Now the rest of the bar was after him. K grabbed a pool cue and swung it madly, "Back off assholes!"

They didn't stop and K's cue connected with two sets of balls and Bigfoot's fat noggin. The impact snapped the cue, making Bigfoot even angrier, leaving K with only a stub. Shit, he tossed it away, feeling cornered K only did what he could think of first. He smacked the nearest guys face with his hand and ducked, crawling between a pair of legs. He was after his gun. Scrambling on his hands and knees, fingers almost within grasp, he was yanked away by his leg. K twisted his body and kicked his captor's face with his heeled boot. The man yelped, letting go, and K jumped back onto his feet.

"Fuck she fast," someone said.

One guy picked up the gun and K, grabbing another pool cue, swung out and batted the gun out of his hand. "Look, don't mess with a chick on a mission!" K declared venomously. But the men didn't listen and the fighting continued. Someone grabbed at his ponytail and K shrieked in pain, tossing his head back, smashing it into someone's nose. A cry emitted from behind and the hand let go.

With three left, two out holding their nuts and another with a broken nose—the other three tried to disarm K of his cue. On a wild swing a hand grabbed the cue and hauled it out of K's hands. Crap! He turned to run, dodging around a pool table. Only he came face to face with another guy.

"Come to papa," the man said salaciously to K.

Making a disgusted sound, K dug in his purse frantically. He thrust his bunny puppet in front of the man's face, "Say hello to Mr. Fibbles." The guy was taken by surprise and K socked him with his left. K whimpered sucking on his knuckles, that hurt, but the guy went down and K jumped up on top of a pool table.

During the melee someone kicked the gun, sending it skidding over the wooden floor. A fancy shoed foot stopped it and bent to pick it up. An older man looked up incredulously. There on top of a pool table was his bouncer being held hostage with a frenzied looking woman on his back. She was holding both ends of a pool cue across his throat, threatening to strangle him.

"That's enough!" he ordered and instantly everyone stopped. Well, all except K who was still trying to strangle Bigfoot with his cue.

"Who's the owner of this gun?" the sharply dressed man asked, obviously the boss.

K looked up, not releasing the bouncer just yet. "It's mine," he said quickly, recognizing Tony.

"Could you stop killing Ito for a second and explain how you acquired K's gun?" Tony questioned, puzzled.

Casting Ito a nasty look, K jumped off the table and tried to straighten his clothes. His hair was a ramshackled mess, but he said, "I was a friend of K's…a very close friend. He gave it to me."

Tony listened to this and inspected the woman. "Well, anyone with this gun had to be a friend of K's…please come inside my office."

The group of guys in the hall simply gaped in shock and groaned, tending to their injuries. K turned and gave them all a sneaky 'I told you so' raspberry. Smoothing his ponytail, he followed his old acquaintance into the office.


A/N: Yay K kicks ass! I mean we had to have the scene where a woman kicks butt. Even if the woman is K XD I really don't know if its called a security card in Japan...but it seemed like a good place to start. Poor K left with nothing and has to start over.

Reviewers:

Lingering-Misery-of-Sorrow: Thanks hun for the review! Haha yes K rocks no matter what gender for sure hehe. And yeah I alwasy think that Hiro (when not around his band members) can be very much the ladies man -winks-

smile78mtl: Yeah I'm kinda obsessive when it comes to my stories. I probably expect to much of myself and I feel better when I've written the whole thing out XD But YAY you go with writing your stories too! And grammer gah! Don't I know it. I suck with grammer, I need to have a beta to fix my bad puncuation lol I had an english teacher tell me my stories are great but my grammer sucks XD go figure lol Just write because you love it hun. You're so sweet for your kind words. Much love!

The-Anibee: Ooo thank you! Yes a new storyline is what I find fun. I'm so glad you are finding this entertaining. I personally thought the Gravi fans were going to come hunt for my blood for this fic XD! So glad to see others have a sense of humour out there as well -hugs-

the2evils: Teehee yea K and bras lol! I like to play on K's funny side more than his serious side. He's a major clown and a big kid in my eyes. He's so much fun to make into a woman hehe. Thanks for the review!