Unspoken Words

Yay an update! This chapter is written a little differently from before. I'm sorry for the change in style, but I hope it brings you laughs. I'd have to say it took a little long to write and I found myself straining a little bit with the humor towards the end, but please let me know what you think!

Read and review please. 10+ reviews before the next update.

I now know why so many people end up dropping their body switch stories. Well, I knew from the first chapter but I was reminded once again as I struggled through this one. So, in order to clarify, please read this very important note.

To clear some things up:

1. Whenever I refer to the characters within the bodies, I'll use their names: ie. Ichigo's actions are an embarrassment to Ryou's body. This won't be used as often and will be at times interchangeable with Ichiguy and Ryouchigo

2. In some instances, I'll refer to them as 'Ryouchigo' and 'Ichiguy'. And I'll use the proper pronoun. Ryouchigo- he ; Ichiguy - she

In the above two instances, I'll be using the pronouns matching the person inside the body.

3. Finally, I'll also refer to them as 'redhead' or ('the girl') and 'blond' (or 'the man'). In this case, I'll use the pronouns matching what they look like. For this one, I'll be using the pronouns matching the body. The redhead would be referred to as 'she,' even though it's really Ryou occupying the body.

The reason why I want to be able to switch is so that I can switch between how the others see them, and what they're thinking within the opposite bodies. Plus this story can really only be funny if you actually picture them in opposite bodies doing all of this. Hopefully, this whole explanation clarified things more than it confused you.

Unspoken Words

Chapter 3: I be Man, You be Woman

.:Physical dangers of switching bodies into one of the opposite gender:.

"Here's the deal," A redheaded stern faced girl sat on the lone swivel chair in a bedroom above Café Mew Mew. Her hands were clenched in a threatening manner as she glared at the timid blond who stared down at his feet while she spoke.

His golden hair fell over his face and his expression could not be read.

"I play you and you play me. Simple as that." Despite her small frame, her voice was shrill and harsh. She inched towards the blond's face, russet eyes never once flinching from his clear blue ones. "I don't want to see a mishap like what just happened downstairs, ever again. Got it?"

His fingers pressed at the edge of the bed he was sitting on, playing with the folds in the bedsheet.

"Strawberry!" She spoke again, finally getting the blond to bring his gaze away from the hardwood floor. He blinked at her a few times before speaking.

"I was just thinking…"

"Really? That doesn't sound right." The expected smirk was on the girl's face.

"Oh shut up!" He stood up and raised an arm at the girl before stopping just in time to realize what he was doing. Settling back down against the bed, he sighed. "I mean, how are we going to pull this off for a whole week, Shirogane?"

The redhead's eyes softened slightly. The idiot girl who was inhabiting his body had a point. "We just have to. I don't like this any more than you do."

"And besides, what am I going to wear?"

"That's what you were worried about?!" Ryouchigo snarled slightly. "Girls." He groaned in a feminine whine.

"Oh stop whining, woman." A smirk swept across the blond's face in its natural place.

"I don't need you to remind me, Mr. Momomiya." When the antsy man was finally silenced, the redhead continued speaking. "I do have clothes you know."

"Really? Cuz all I ever see is that gay excuse for a guy's shirt."

"It's not gay!" The redheaded girl denied.

"I take that back." At the blond's words, Ryouchigo smirked triumphantly. And it was just as soon wiped away from his feminine face. "No, it's not even a shirt."

"Tch." Ryouchigo relaxed his thin dainty arms, bringing one against the armrest to lean on. "You're in no position to judge. You're not even a guy. How can you understand male tastes?"

The blond gaped at the redhead. "Uh, hello?"

"What?" The soft features of the redhead's face scrunched up into an annoyed grimace as she turned to face the man.

Ichiguy raised her two muscular arms up, and then proceeded to…

"Why the hell are you thrashing at my chest?"

The blond grunted slightly. "I grunt grunt am Man. You grunt grunt be Woman."

"Oh God, baka. Testosterone does not go well with you."

"Glad you agree." They remained silent for a few minutes. The blond twirled his golden hair with a finger inching back onto the bed. He brought his feet from the ground and rolled up into a ball at the corner of the bed facing the wall. The redhead watched in extreme annoyance over the very feminine actions his body was performing.

"Oh no!" Ichiguy suddenly cried out in a low tone. Her head peeped past her knees, past Ryou's white pants and she had finally released her firm arms from around her legs.

"What is it now?" Ryouchigo leaned forward, legs somewhat parted as he kept his elbows against his knees. He waited in anticipation, so many of his own questions over various complications floating in his mind.

"How…how am I going to wear thongs now?"

The russet eyes of the redhead widened. "Oh, don't you even try!" A part of him had wished that Ichigo would be somewhat less of an idiot in the body of a genius. Certainly, the machine had been able to switch their bodies, but it wasn't a miracle worker.

Suddenly reminded of the very unpleasant object that was rubbing between certain areas the man transformed girl would rather not be reminded of, the redhead shuffled uncomfortably in the swivel chair which gave a slight creak as she shifted her weight from one butt cheek to the other, trying a little too hard to somehow readjust the location of the thin piece of cloth that seemed to cover her behind just so sufficiently. (Note the sarcasm here.)

The blond's body jerked up from bed, not at all missing the sound of the soft creak not to mention the familiar 'popping' of the girl's cat ears that the redhead had failed to notice.

"Keep those together!" He practically toppled out of the bed, as he lunged into the girl's lap. He had his hands on either side of her knees, and tried to press them together but was met with much resistance.

"Oh God Nyoo! Ichigo, not my manhood nya!" She wailed as she pushed back. Her fingers clasped the edge of her chair tightly, and she fought back the blond with fierce determination. Yet despite her cries, her cheeks were flushed at the feel of someone's cheeks in her lap, so close to her. Ryouchigo may have looked like a girl, but he was still a man at heart.

Snap!

"What manhood?" The blond snapped back just as he managed to clamp the girl's legs together. "Shirogane – you are so lucky I'm the only one in this room with you. If anyone else saw that, I swear I'll kill you. Self-mutilation if necessary." Ichigo's borrowed blue-eyes glared down coldly at the image of the faltering girl – it was definitely Ichigo's first time seeing the redhead in that way, though anyone else would have deemed that as normal.

"What are you talking about?" Ryouchigo spoke with a smug tone, truly not understanding- though he was no less threatened by the determined look in those cerulean eyes when Ichiguy mentioned self-mutilation.

"Ugh." The blond slapped a palm to his forehead. "Just, keep your legs together will you? You're wearing a thong for goodness sakes. That's why it's running up so much you idiot man…er…woman." A smirk seemed to creep up his face at the last word, but he barely had the time to enjoy it.

"And will you get your hands away from there already?" Ichiguy slid towards the edge of the bed, and leaned forward to snatch the redhead's hands away from her skirt. The girl didn't seem the least bit offended as she only rolled her brownish eyes at the man who held her.

"And I repeat strawberry," she stated, staring straight at the blond. "Just how do you intend to shower? I don't know about you, but I really don't plan on not showering for a week. And I don't plan on letting you accumulate all that dirt on my body either."

"Of course you'd say that Mr. Compulsive-every-five-minutes-I-must-have-a-shower Shiroga-me."

"You haven't answered my question." Ryouchigo sent a challenging look, causing the blond to stumble slightly backwards. Releasing the girl's arms, Ichiguy settled back onto the edge of the bed, foot planted against the ground as she stared at it in consideration.

Eyes finally tired from the intense staring, she brought them up to scan the very empty room. Ryou's blond locks slapped against her forehead just slightly as she looked up. She let her eyes wander for a bit. Maybe if she stopped thinking so hard, an answer would come to her more easily. Sighing, she mindlessly brought one lean leg over another a little too quickly.

"…" The redhead stared on in horror.

"Owww! What the- " The blond immediately lifted the leg, now planting it as far away as possible from the other.

"My…manhood." The girl at the swivel chair croaked, almost entirely unable to find the ability to speak. Apparently, the blond's threats of self-mutilation were unfortunately not empty threats.

"Damn pants got stuck." Ichiguy's voice rumbled in annoyance, but her cheeks were florid. "How do guys deal with this thing?! I can't believe you thought thongs were bad. No wonder you're always so grumbly and edgy all the time."

"…"

"Oh, will you stop looking at me like that Shirogane?" It was the closest expression to crying Ryou would ever make. Although considering it was through Ichigo's face, it seems as if no one would ever know how he'd look like if he ever got his family jewels crushed.

"She-ro-ga-ne!" The blond grumbled. "Look, it wasn't even that bad! Just a little…unexpected." His ears twinged pink.

The girl continued to gape, but her eyes were slowly recovering from the dazed and horrified expression. She took a gulp. "That's why you'd never see a man sitting with his legs together."

The blond cast his gaze downward and mumbled quietly. "Okay, I got it. Just keep your legs together, and I'll keep mine apart."

Ryouchigo gave a light cough. His cheeks were burning, matching the nice shade of red that framed his sharp face. "So…" He crossed his arms over his chest to show that he meant business, attempting to look as collected as ever.

Yes, over his plump voluptious chest that he really should be getting used to by now but didn't.

Pop!

"Ignore it, ignore it!" he whispered quietly to himself, closing his eyes as he leaned back in to the seat.

"SHIROGANE!" The blond's voice boomed through the room, making the redhead wince even more due to the appearance of an extra pair of feline ears.

"Look strawberry," The redhead quickly sat back straight, eyes shooting open and quick as ever to regain her composure. "I didn't ask for this okay? Are you seriously going to scream at me every time that happens you baka?"

"Yes!" Ichigo cried, doing little justice to the manliness of Ryou's body as she reduced his sexy voice to a pathetic whine.

"Ugh. This is hell. Living godamn hell!" The redhead huffed, now pouting madly and just beginning to resemble the actions of the real Ichigo. "Every 2 minutes something has to happen. This freaking string of nonstop embarassment!"

The blond sighed from his seated place on the bed. His cold glare seemed to warm up slightly. "Shirogane, if it makes you feel any better this is just as bad for me."

"It does!" Ryouchigo seethed, before suddenly catching himself. "Oh Lord, it's your darn body! I just talked out loud didn't I?" He let a groan escape his soft lips before smoothing out his short skirt to recollect himself.

He returned his attention on the blond, never before feeling such antipathy towards the impeccable image of that handsome man, if he did say so himself.

"It. Is. ALL YOUR FAULT!" The words were crisp, full of malice and dripped with blame. Despite the high pitched shriek it came out as, the fuming redhead's manliness shone through.

The cerulean eyes broadened at the sound that echoed into the blond's ears, reaching Ichigo's transferred mind.

"It…is." Her deep voice was laced with guilt and despite its huskiness, Ryouchigo could hear her sincerity past the low resonating rumbles. His borrowed arms went stiff, hands suddenly clenched into fists. After all, that hadn't been what he had expected to hear.

"B-besides," (Of course under normal circumstances, Ryou would never allow the sexy lull of his voice to stutter, but given the situation, he let Ichigo off the hook.) "I was the one who dragged you under the machine. Maybe if I had given it enough time, my full detransformation would have worked." The guilt from the voice echoed through the empty and now very silent room, washing over the redhead. There was a hint of regret in the blond's words as well.

Damn guilt. If it was one thing that really got to Ryou Shirogane, it was guilt. Well, that and crying girls which Ichiguy would nearly be, if not for the body switch transformation that wasn't entirely her fault. "Ichigo."

The blond's head jerked up, desperate eyes catching the redhead's sudden softened expression.

"You…called me Ichigo." He whispered.

The redhead coughed, appearing a little uneasy. "Of course, you baka. I'm living in your godamn body. Don't you think that deems us close enough for us to be on a first name basis? Because honestly, I don't know how we can possibly get closer than this."

"Uh, I guess that's true." The blond brought a finger to his cheek, staring up at the ceiling blankly. "…Ryou."

Ryouchigo sighed and rolled the seat over to face the table. Stretching a thin arm towards the laptop that lay on the table, he flipped it open and booted it up as he spoke. "Ichigo."

The blond stirred slightly, watching the redhead curiously as she seemed to have her attention focused on the computer in front of her. "If anything, it was my fault for breaking the lens. I'm…sorry."

Ichiguy stirred at the words, the silky strands of golden hair poked into her wide blue eyes as she suddenly stood up from the bed, and rested a hand on the redhead's shoulder. It was surprising that Ryou's hand seemed to fit there so snugly as if it was made to comfort the girl. "No Ryou, it's my fault for dragging you in. I should be the one saying sorry."

She stood there awkwardly, waiting for Ryouchigo to respond. It wasn't often her smug boss apologized for anything. In fact, it was so rare that Ichigo might have suspected him of setting a trap, but his sweet soft tone was sincere. Though, that might have just been Ichigo's own voice winning her over.

The redhead remained silent. Her attention seemed directed elsewhere as only the sounds of the light tapping of the keyboard resounded in the empty room. Ryou's room was bare, other than the lone bed, a single table and chair and a solitary clothing drawer about the height of the blond's waist.

Ichiguy slid her hand from the redhead's shoulder and now proceeded to tap her lightly, but the girl did not respond and only continued tapping on the keys. "Ryou…" Was he really just ignoring her or was there something more to it?

Tap, tap. "Ryou…"

Silence. Maybe he was feeling too guilty to speak?

Poke, poke, poke.

More silence. "Anyone home?" Too dazed by her apology? If anything, Ichigo was the one who should have been dazed.

JAB JAB. Ryouchigo grumbled slightly. Nope, he was definitely just ignoring her.

"JERK! Listen to me when I'm talking!" Ichiguy boomed, swiftly slamming the laptop shut. The redhead shot her russet eyes at the blond, locking her gaze in a cold stare.

"You idiot! You just lost all the data on the machine!" The chair rolled to the side as Ryouchigo jerked up, skirt flopping carelessly over the upper segment of his legs which did not offer nearly as much coverage as he would have liked. His eyebrow twitched at the noticeable thin little string yanked up his behind at the sudden action, irritating him further.

Finally deciding that he had had enough, he reached for the sad excuse for clothing. There were more important matters to deal with at the moment than the loss of data, such as his utter need to strip off the string of pure torture wrapped snugly within, yes within, his behind. He brought his hands under the skirt with such alacrity that the blond had barely managed to stop his dainty hands from pulling down the damned thong as Ryouchigo had just slipped his thumbs under the elastic.

The blond knelt desperately in front of the redhead with both hands gripping the girl's wrists tightly. Staring straight up, Ichiguy growled "No way in hell I'm letting you take off my lingerie."

"Like I'd be interested like that you baka." Ryouchigo snarled back though his cheeks were beet red at the touch of Ichiguy's arms on his legs while he continued to stare down at the blond knelt before him. Despite his anger, the idea of Ichigo kneeling so closely in front of him with her arms pressed against his hips – He shuddered before he could finish the thought.

No, not at all from pleasure mind you (though Ryou would never admit otherwise), but from the utter disgust at the fact that Ichiguy, in Ryou's own full fledged sexiness, was propped there against his now very feminine body.

"Then why are you taking it off?" Ryouchigo visibly shuddered once again at the blond's words. Just change the context a little, maybe a body switch here and there and… "Arg!"

The redhead grumbled, now fuming more than ever. "Because my, well your, ass is on fire having that thing constantly rubbing up and down in certain places which I'm sure you wouldn't want me to name." That might just begin to explain Ryouchigo's all too impure thoughts.

"Okay, stop stop." The blond averted his gaze from the crimson redhead, though he was still in that very compromising position with his hands under her skirt pressing her wrists down to the sides of her hips.

"Well are you going to do something about it? If not, I have no qualms over changing into more comfortable clothes myself. And don't think I'll hesitate to strip this body in order to get out of this damned thong running up my burning ass." Her russest eyes were ablaze, just like her flaming hair.

"I knew it you perv! You disgusting, peeping perv! This is exactly what I was worried about."

"I am not, you baka. You're the one coming up with those dirty thoughts. I just want to CHANGE!"

The blond gaped at the redhead, noting that it was the first time Ryou didn't simply just ignore her accusations altogether. Ryouchigo forced his strained expression to relax into a blank stare as he caught a glimpse of the dazed blond staring at him.

Control. It was all about control.

Not to mention patience.

And he'd better have enough of both for the imminent week of torture. He rolled his russet eyes at the blond. "Ugh. Estrogen overload. No wonder you can be such a loudmouth sometim- I mean, all the time."

"I'm NOT LOUD!"

The redhead sighed. Way to go baka, for proving Ryou's point once again.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Ichigo screeched in her masculine voice.

"Oh dear GOD, just help me." The redhead brought her head to her palms. Strands of red hair carelessly lay limp against her fingers. "I…just talked out loud again didn't I?" Her voice was muffled and quivered slightly with desperation.

To her surprise, the blond was found now curled up into a ball on the floor, hands hugging his knees as he…

"AHAHAHAHAHA!" cackled with laughter?!

"What?" The redhead glared at the blond rolling on the floor, as she brought a hand to her temples groaning.

"You could've passed for a girl right then!"

"The estrogen…the godamn estrogen is getting into my head!"

"MmHmm." The blond looked up, not the least bit fazed by his very odd position on the floor and shot the smuggest smirk in history of smirking on Ryou's face. "I think it's about time we learn to be more like the opposite gender."

"Strawberry, we don't have to learn. It's easy." The redhead turned her attention back to her desk, refusing to suffer through the emotional pain of seeing his perfectly manly body being defiled by the presence of a girl who didn't hesitate to act like the idiot that she was.

"Like, can't you even tell I'm such a girl? I could totally pass for you now!" The redhead squeaked, fingers now typing furiously at the keyboard. "I'm like so totally feminine. But what the hell did Mint mean about me being a blonde that overpaid lazy ass teasipping excuse for an employee." Her once high pitched shrills were now reduced to a low threatening growl and an occasional bark. But she immediately forced it back into the strained tone.

"I mean like it's totally easy to be like a girl! Besides, we shouldn't be wasting out time learning something so useless considering…Damn I mean, I like so dunn wanna waste my timeee learning something so totally uselessss" Having caught his sudden change of tone midsentence, Ryouchigo reverted back to the typical, as Mint would call it, 'blonde speech' now fully equipped with girly whines. (A/N: No offense to anyone. Just thought this would be funny. I like blondes and some of the smartest people are blonde.)

The redhead continued ranting, but Ichiguy ignored the 'girl' who failed miserably at valley-high girl speech. Ichiguy propped herself from the ground, pushing herself up. She swept away at the white pants and smoothed out the vest over her muscled…chest. No, she no longer had those soft mounds of flesh she had gotten used to. It twitched at the thought.

That's right. It twitched.

"OH. My. God." Twitch, twitch, twitch.

"Ichigo, are you listening?!" The redhead sighed, having long given up on maintaining her supposed femininity and now turned her attention away from the computer. "And why the hell are you staring at my chest? So you can do it but I can't?" She smirked slightly at her own words, waiting for the blond to stutter and falter in denial.

But he only continued to gape. "It. Moves!"

The redhead approached the standing figure, scrupulously studying the blond staring down at his black vest which seemed to shift ever so slightly…

A wide grin swept across the redhead's face. "You like?"

His cerulean eyes met her face, and his eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

"It's called flexing, strawberry."

"Oh god, I can't stop it! It's moving, it's moving!" The blond cried, his mouth parted slightly, face expressing fear.

"Will you get over it? Just relax. We have more important matters to discuss!" The redhead scoffed in annoyance. "God. I think those lessons might be necessary after all." She groaned.

"Oh THANK GOD."

Ryouchigo watched Ichiguy curiously. "You don't have to be that relieved about the lessons." But apparently that wasn't why the blond was smiling so idiotically as he stared down at his now motionless chest.

"Okay, so let's start!" The blond chirped a little too happily, now that the moment of panic was over. The redhead groaned yet again, rubbing her temples vigorously with two fingers at each side.

"Pftt. Don't you think I'm enjoying this Shirogane. It's just that I'd rather have some control over this ridiculously difficult body, if I'm going to be staying in it for a week."

"No, that's not it." The girl replied flatly, fingers still working in a circular motion. She paused briefly, eyes focused on the hardwood floor as her thoughts wandered. She hadn't even noticed the blond who walked over and stared shamelessly at her. Finally bringing her head up, she spoke "Ichigo, we start after I change out of this."

His ears twinged slightly pink. It seemed as if the redhead no longer even graced the piece of lingerie with a name, but the blond clearly understood. "Oh, all right. But…" Now his face was adorned with a rare shade of pink. "…I have to do it."

And now Ryou was more certain than ever. This was hell, absolute hell. And the devil's name was Ichigo Momomiya.

Personally, I didn't like this chapter as much as the others. The other two were definitely more well-written and moved the plot along a bit more. At this rate, this story may end up being a bit longer, though I'll try to keep it under 10 chapters. I'd have to say this chapter was focused more on their dialogue than anything else and it didn't quite develop the plot. It also revealed a bit more of what the characters think (though at the beginning, I was trying to go for a more objective humor where the characters thoughts were limited but the writing was focused on their actions).