Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so I guess it'll be kind of weird. Please dog with me! (Bear is too mainstream)

Turnabout Identity

"Um, Mr. Wright... i-it's not that I'm complaining or anything, but... is this seriously where I am going to be sleeping?" Apollo asked as he pointed to the rusty bed on his loft. "It's a rather... different experience."

"I guess you'll have to put up with that for a while, son." Phoenix replied with a chuckle. "It's hard to make a living when you play the piano. Especially, when you don't know how to operate it."

"Uh, please don't call me that." Apollo protested.

"Hah hah hah. Whatever, Apollo. Goodnight."

He walked his way out, but before he completely passed the doorway, he looked back and gave Apollo his ever-so-sceptic smile.

"Sweet dreams." He teased.

"Augh, Mr. Wright!" Apollo shouted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

When Phoenix had shut the door, Apollo let out a sigh of relief. There was something he wanted to rid off his chest right now. It was a feeling, not so special. There was hatred stirring inside him, though he wasn't sure if it was right to feel that way. He just couldn't stop feeling angry. Or rather, angry at the choices Phoenix had made in the past. It was Phoenix's fault why right now, he was in a room that looked like an attic rather than a guest's sleeping place (it was full of Trucy's magic stuff). It was Phoenix's fault why the light's were flickering every now and then (the bulbs needed a replacement, though he probably couldn't afford buying a new one. Or he just doesn't care), giving Apollo a feeling of unjust. And it was Phoenix's fault, why he had to sleep in a bed that looked like the springs were ready to pop the moment someone lies on it. But he knew he had no right to complain. After all, Phoenix gave him a spot in Wright Anything Agency, and he and Trucy probably had to sleep in a couch or something just to make Apollo feel at home. Why was Apollo staying with them, anyway? Oh right – he was adopted. Well, not legally. He's just staying with them for a while, since living in an apartment can be really lousy.

Apollo stripped himself off his clothing to prepare himself for a nice bath. He started by unclipping his badge off his lapel, then he slid his vest off his arms. But as he threw it on the floor, he thought he heard something heavy fall with it. Curious, Apollo scavenged his vest pocket and found a strange piece of jewellery , shaped like a bent raindrop poked with a hole in the middle, which looked like it was made out of emerald. It glowed faintly in the shadows, but Apollo didn't notice that.

"What's this...?" he thought to himself. "Holding it somehow makes me feel... tense."

All of a sudden, his bracelet reacted and tightened, though this has been the worst reaction he got by far. The bracelet tightened unusually, getting more and more compressed the longer Apollo was holding the strange item. It was like the two pieces were contradicting each other; tensing and tensing the longer they were together. Finally, Apollo couldn't take it and he dropped the green item accidentally. It shattered on the wooden floorboards and a white mist emanated from it. It slowly made its way to Apollo's bracelet, though despite its speed, he hadn't had the time to react. He was too confused; he didn't even know what was happening. Soon, the mist had covered the whole of Apollo's body. And when his mind came back to his senses, it was too late to even do anything.