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KHR Rarepair Week Earth: Body Switching
The first thing that she notices about being in Hibari Kyoya's body is how light it feels.
Of course she knows that he's strong, that much was always clear as crystal. So the strength she can feel in every little tense muscle and how incredibly flexible he is... These are all known quantities. There's no surprise to be had there.
Yet to many - herself included, she does have to admit - power as a concept always seems like something heavy. Something that one had to subconsciously work against in order to ensure that it worked as well as it ever did. Maybe that's just the stress of her more daily life acting as a factor? She can't wholly be sure, she supposes, but she knows that Hibari's body is simply light. There's a freedom to testing his body out, flipping from place to place, able to smash her foot down and find a still solid kick behind it.
(Not as strong a kick as her own, if she may say so, but they have both always known for a long time that her strength was in her legs and his was behind his tonfa. Still, she takes some pride anyway.)
All the satisfaction in the world, however, can't make up for how uneasy she sometimes feels. A lot of it is simple background noise in the back of her head. An uneasiness. How all of her doesn't feel quite right. Probably that is just a little normal when it comes to changing bodies, even between people of the same sex, she's sure. For example, men who shave their hair short in comparison to men who keep it much longer and getting in their face. To be sure, there's some of that too.
It's just other things. The stride of her walk. The set of her shoulders. The very... noticeable addition inbetween her legs and beneath her waistband, which she always feels she needs to adjust even though she rationally knows she's just fine.
All of it gets worse when she actually glances in to reflections as she passes by them, whether proper mirrors or simply clean enough windows. When she has to jolt a little bit at seeing that man in the window, mimicking her every move, when she knows what she is, knows who she is, and it's not that. Yet that is how everyone else sees her.
The strength and ability to multiply little birds whenever she cares to is nice, certainly, but she thinks she could pass on it quite easily if she could just be how she knows she is.
Even taking into consideration everything else she likes about this body.
...And anyway, she thinks she would rather a much less complicated way to pee, if nothing else.
The first thing he notices about Suzuki Adelheid's body is that his back aches, honestly.
Sure, there are other things, he guesses. Like how strange it feels to have long hair all of a sudden, and how it brushes against the back of his neck even when he ties it up exactly like she does. Or how there aren't actually a lot of pants which seem to fit his legs well enough, not with how wide her hips are or the long length of her legs. Various little details like that. Things that tell him he really is in another body because of one more very stupid strange bullet that exists in the mafia world.
But he doesn't really mind that. The hair is a little strange and not something he ever would have thought for himself, certainly, but it's actually just... less bothersome than his brain thought it would be. In some ways, maybe he could even grow to like it, although he does have to admit that he would have to waste a lot of time to keep it as neatly clean as Suzuki clearly has. Bothersome.
Far less bothersome than the pants thing, honestly, and he supposes he can't be surprised that he never noticed how troublesome such things could be. All his life, he's almost had someone else deal with that sort of thing. Parents who had impressions of what he should wear before he became just big enough to make it a problem if it was something that he really didn't like (so, approximately age 6). Underlings who had adjusted over many years to taking his measurements in a way that didn't bother him. Tailors who could do things custom if it was really necessary. He can't recall the last time he bought something at a store.
It's the crowds. And the nosy employees who never understand what he really wants. And how things are always so strict, to some annoying standards that don't make sense to him.
Best to just get it done professionally, with the people who have known him longest.
But there's no tailors for the Shimon, and there's no stores which can do anything halfway decent for him with a body like this (so much taller than most other Japanese women). It's really just... all skirts. And with the way that Sizuki fights, it's skirts that can't be too long, which he understands entirely. As much as he might love more traditional Japanese clothing, with the way that it hangs loose off of his hips and shoulders, they're not the best in many cases for acrobatic combat. Well, generally speaking, anyway. Where there's a will there's a way. Whatever.
Which is to say, while it's a little bit annoying and somewhat chilly, the whole thing with the skirt doesn't bother him too much either. It's just the chest which is so aggravating. At first he thinks it might be for the best if he just binds it up like he knows that people do in order to properly wear kimono on their person, but, well, it hits him that it's not something he's particularly skilled in or knows anything about.
Truthfully he knows that he'll only be in this body for a short while. That is always how the effects of these sorts of bullets are. Even Dying Will bullets, a specialty of that toddler, are the sort of thing which run out sooner or later - especially when the will has met its goal. Thus, if he waits things out, this will be over sooner than later.
The problem is that he's never been a particularly patient creature. And funnily enough, when he thinks of Suzuki having to deal with all of this when she returns to her body in the end... It strangely sort of bothers him.
Which is a new and interesting feeling that he decides to do something about.
While the Shimon might not have any money, if the state of their apartment is anything to go by, the Hibari are an entirely different matter. Kusakabe of course is familiar with the sort of nonsense which happens throughout the underworld, especially the Italian mafia, so fortunately through him it is a simple matter to get the necessary funds through his own account (founded primarily on Disciplinary Committee tribute and protection funds). Getting measured for a bra is also a wholly new experience, and just as annoying as getting a new tailor for any other time. But he does discover one thing after the entire annoying affair is over and done with:
Wearing a properly fitted bra does a lot for making him more satisfied being in Suzuki's body.
When the bullet's affects wear off, and the culprit is appropriately punished as is the way of life out here in Namimori (that is to say, he is beat up, interrogated, and the Vongola main Family decides what to do with the whole thing), Adelheid fully expects things to shift back to normal. Being back in her own body is a relief, for all the difficulties that come with it. What is there to really change?
Certainly not the strange relationship between her and Hibari Kyoya, she would think. It's simple in theory: the two of them fight every other day for control over the school, they get better and better with each contest, and then they lay battered and bruised and often bleeding to some degree there on the roof which inevitably ends with him taking a nap while she finishes her lunch. Perhaps it's not how a lot of people would spend their school lives. Those people also aren't involved in the Italian mafia, where things like localized black holes and body swapping regularly happen.
....So, she does have to admit, it's a hell of a thing to start off their lunch-time spar with Hibari snapping his fingers and having Kusakabe step forward with a flushed face and a large packet in his hands. "Here," is all Hibari says matter of factly.
Kusakabe won't look her in the eyes. Adelheid accepts the package because she may be a criminal but she does have manners, no matter how much her lips thin in suspicion. "And just what is this about?" she asks. Kusakabe sucks in a breath between his teeth, glancing desperately over his shoulder at his boss, but it's too late.
Hibari just cocks his head to the side. "New bras," he says matter of factly, and Kusakabe closes his eyes like he's dying.
With a pack of new bras in her hands, Adelheid rather wants to join him, and her own face warms up more than she'd like it to. It isn't as though she was oblivious to the fact that she had a considerable more amount of support on her chest when she returned to her body. It's just, to cope with it, she'd tried to ignore just what that had meant. "We don't need charity," she says, somehow keeping her voice as steely as it always is.
A shrug. "I know," Hibari says simply. And then there's a little smile, that pleased little thing which only seems to come out during their bouts together, except it's coming out now. "But I like you. So I think these will help you fight better."
What does Hibari's like mean in this context? She can't even begin to say. It's a complete mystery. But she's not so proud to keep up an argument for the sake of an argument.
So instead she simply accepts it for what it is, puts it to the side, and starts their usual fight. And she hates to admit it...
But it does feel as though she fights far better without having to worry about the distance pain of her own chest bouncing around.
Dammit.
Of course she knows that he's strong, that much was always clear as crystal. So the strength she can feel in every little tense muscle and how incredibly flexible he is... These are all known quantities. There's no surprise to be had there.
Yet to many - herself included, she does have to admit - power as a concept always seems like something heavy. Something that one had to subconsciously work against in order to ensure that it worked as well as it ever did. Maybe that's just the stress of her more daily life acting as a factor? She can't wholly be sure, she supposes, but she knows that Hibari's body is simply light. There's a freedom to testing his body out, flipping from place to place, able to smash her foot down and find a still solid kick behind it.
(Not as strong a kick as her own, if she may say so, but they have both always known for a long time that her strength was in her legs and his was behind his tonfa. Still, she takes some pride anyway.)
All the satisfaction in the world, however, can't make up for how uneasy she sometimes feels. A lot of it is simple background noise in the back of her head. An uneasiness. How all of her doesn't feel quite right. Probably that is just a little normal when it comes to changing bodies, even between people of the same sex, she's sure. For example, men who shave their hair short in comparison to men who keep it much longer and getting in their face. To be sure, there's some of that too.
It's just other things. The stride of her walk. The set of her shoulders. The very... noticeable addition inbetween her legs and beneath her waistband, which she always feels she needs to adjust even though she rationally knows she's just fine.
All of it gets worse when she actually glances in to reflections as she passes by them, whether proper mirrors or simply clean enough windows. When she has to jolt a little bit at seeing that man in the window, mimicking her every move, when she knows what she is, knows who she is, and it's not that. Yet that is how everyone else sees her.
The strength and ability to multiply little birds whenever she cares to is nice, certainly, but she thinks she could pass on it quite easily if she could just be how she knows she is.
Even taking into consideration everything else she likes about this body.
...And anyway, she thinks she would rather a much less complicated way to pee, if nothing else.
The first thing he notices about Suzuki Adelheid's body is that his back aches, honestly.
Sure, there are other things, he guesses. Like how strange it feels to have long hair all of a sudden, and how it brushes against the back of his neck even when he ties it up exactly like she does. Or how there aren't actually a lot of pants which seem to fit his legs well enough, not with how wide her hips are or the long length of her legs. Various little details like that. Things that tell him he really is in another body because of one more very stupid strange bullet that exists in the mafia world.
But he doesn't really mind that. The hair is a little strange and not something he ever would have thought for himself, certainly, but it's actually just... less bothersome than his brain thought it would be. In some ways, maybe he could even grow to like it, although he does have to admit that he would have to waste a lot of time to keep it as neatly clean as Suzuki clearly has. Bothersome.
Far less bothersome than the pants thing, honestly, and he supposes he can't be surprised that he never noticed how troublesome such things could be. All his life, he's almost had someone else deal with that sort of thing. Parents who had impressions of what he should wear before he became just big enough to make it a problem if it was something that he really didn't like (so, approximately age 6). Underlings who had adjusted over many years to taking his measurements in a way that didn't bother him. Tailors who could do things custom if it was really necessary. He can't recall the last time he bought something at a store.
It's the crowds. And the nosy employees who never understand what he really wants. And how things are always so strict, to some annoying standards that don't make sense to him.
Best to just get it done professionally, with the people who have known him longest.
But there's no tailors for the Shimon, and there's no stores which can do anything halfway decent for him with a body like this (so much taller than most other Japanese women). It's really just... all skirts. And with the way that Sizuki fights, it's skirts that can't be too long, which he understands entirely. As much as he might love more traditional Japanese clothing, with the way that it hangs loose off of his hips and shoulders, they're not the best in many cases for acrobatic combat. Well, generally speaking, anyway. Where there's a will there's a way. Whatever.
Which is to say, while it's a little bit annoying and somewhat chilly, the whole thing with the skirt doesn't bother him too much either. It's just the chest which is so aggravating. At first he thinks it might be for the best if he just binds it up like he knows that people do in order to properly wear kimono on their person, but, well, it hits him that it's not something he's particularly skilled in or knows anything about.
Truthfully he knows that he'll only be in this body for a short while. That is always how the effects of these sorts of bullets are. Even Dying Will bullets, a specialty of that toddler, are the sort of thing which run out sooner or later - especially when the will has met its goal. Thus, if he waits things out, this will be over sooner than later.
The problem is that he's never been a particularly patient creature. And funnily enough, when he thinks of Suzuki having to deal with all of this when she returns to her body in the end... It strangely sort of bothers him.
Which is a new and interesting feeling that he decides to do something about.
While the Shimon might not have any money, if the state of their apartment is anything to go by, the Hibari are an entirely different matter. Kusakabe of course is familiar with the sort of nonsense which happens throughout the underworld, especially the Italian mafia, so fortunately through him it is a simple matter to get the necessary funds through his own account (founded primarily on Disciplinary Committee tribute and protection funds). Getting measured for a bra is also a wholly new experience, and just as annoying as getting a new tailor for any other time. But he does discover one thing after the entire annoying affair is over and done with:
Wearing a properly fitted bra does a lot for making him more satisfied being in Suzuki's body.
When the bullet's affects wear off, and the culprit is appropriately punished as is the way of life out here in Namimori (that is to say, he is beat up, interrogated, and the Vongola main Family decides what to do with the whole thing), Adelheid fully expects things to shift back to normal. Being back in her own body is a relief, for all the difficulties that come with it. What is there to really change?
Certainly not the strange relationship between her and Hibari Kyoya, she would think. It's simple in theory: the two of them fight every other day for control over the school, they get better and better with each contest, and then they lay battered and bruised and often bleeding to some degree there on the roof which inevitably ends with him taking a nap while she finishes her lunch. Perhaps it's not how a lot of people would spend their school lives. Those people also aren't involved in the Italian mafia, where things like localized black holes and body swapping regularly happen.
....So, she does have to admit, it's a hell of a thing to start off their lunch-time spar with Hibari snapping his fingers and having Kusakabe step forward with a flushed face and a large packet in his hands. "Here," is all Hibari says matter of factly.
Kusakabe won't look her in the eyes. Adelheid accepts the package because she may be a criminal but she does have manners, no matter how much her lips thin in suspicion. "And just what is this about?" she asks. Kusakabe sucks in a breath between his teeth, glancing desperately over his shoulder at his boss, but it's too late.
Hibari just cocks his head to the side. "New bras," he says matter of factly, and Kusakabe closes his eyes like he's dying.
With a pack of new bras in her hands, Adelheid rather wants to join him, and her own face warms up more than she'd like it to. It isn't as though she was oblivious to the fact that she had a considerable more amount of support on her chest when she returned to her body. It's just, to cope with it, she'd tried to ignore just what that had meant. "We don't need charity," she says, somehow keeping her voice as steely as it always is.
A shrug. "I know," Hibari says simply. And then there's a little smile, that pleased little thing which only seems to come out during their bouts together, except it's coming out now. "But I like you. So I think these will help you fight better."
What does Hibari's like mean in this context? She can't even begin to say. It's a complete mystery. But she's not so proud to keep up an argument for the sake of an argument.
So instead she simply accepts it for what it is, puts it to the side, and starts their usual fight. And she hates to admit it...
But it does feel as though she fights far better without having to worry about the distance pain of her own chest bouncing around.
Dammit.