Authors Note: 1.) This is working off prompts from inaligrimalkin, and she is doing a bodyswap Powerpuff Girls story working off 5 prompts from yours truly. Also, a goal of this story is for it to have over 9000 words. Lets see if I can make it! lol
Not beta'd.
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Posted: February. 14, 2012
Sango wasn't easily shaken. Unless things targeted her friends or family she could handle danger and challenge. However, when she woke up with a hard-on, she didn't know what to do. She didn't understand what was happening. She assumed it must be a dream, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't get herself to wake up. Then, when she looked down at her hands and saw the protective rosary she panicked. She scrambled over to the water barrel in the corner of the room, and gazed what should have been her her reflection, but she was instead looking Miroku. Then he knew anger.
She tip-toed out of the house of the Lord that they were staying in, careful not to trip over the large amount of fabric of the robes that were draped over his body. When she reached the girls room, she pulled the door open slowly and moved in quietly. Kagome and Shippo were asleep where he remembered them being. Next to them lay who Sango hoped was Miroku, in Sangos body. She shook her own body.
"Miroku, or it better be you, wake up!" Sango hissed using Miroku's voice. Shee felt faint for a moment but then steadied himself. Miroku scrambled up with confused look.
"What?" Brown eyes widened and Sango could tell that Miroku was confused at hearing masculine thoughts come out of her mouth in a feminine voice. "Oh, Buddah."
Sango saw Kagome move slightly and motioned for Miroku to be quiet and follow her. He nodded and followed as she'd suggested, looking down at her body.
They walked in silence. Sango tried to ignore the way that Miroku was looking at her body. It was probably the same way that Sango had looked at him when she had hovered over her body for that moment before she'd shaken him awake. She was also trying his best not to look down at his body.
Once they were outside of the village, she stopped. She took a deep breath before turning to Miroku.
"What did you do?" She accused. Seeing Miroku try to feign innocence in her body was disconcerting.
"Why, Sango, how could you think that I possibly could have anything to do with this 'unfortunate' circumstance?" He wondered. Sango gritted his teeth. She fixed her with the coldest glare that she could muster, and was gratified to see the nervous look on her face.
"Well, I may know what happened."
"Enlighten me."
When they arrived in the village Miroku had been thrilled. Not only did they not have to sleep on the cold, dry ground for another night, but the ladies of the village were beautiful. Some almost extraordinarily so. He applied his most charming smile and caught the eye of a brunette in a violet kimono and winked. He heard her giggle. Suddenly he could feel eyes at the back of his neck. He decided to pretend not to notice, so as to avoid meeting Sango's eyes.
It was just his 'luck' that the house of the Lord of the village had an 'evil spirit' residing in it. They pleaded with him to exorcise the spirit, and he whole-heartedly agreed. He even offered a 'discount' if he and his friends could stay the night.
The actual vanquishing of the spirit took only minutes, but the family was still thrilled and impressed by his speed. The threw an enormous feast of the most delicious food that Miroku had had the pleasure of eating in a long time.
Appetite sated, he watched the women around him dance, and felt another appetites rumble. He smiled at a particularly gorgeous young woman garbed in fabric of light green. She made eyes at him form across the room in return and he felt Sangos elbow dig into his ribs. He glanced at her and she was glaring daggers at him. He cringed.
Later, he miraculously managed to sneak away from the group and wandered the village by himself. The sky was clear, and the air smelled sweet , as if perfumed. He found himself following the pleasant aroma.
"Lord Monk." The voice wasn't familiar, and he turned to face the owner. It was the woman in green. At this proximity, he could see that she had violet eyes with long lashes and very delicate features. Her straight black hair was about as long as Kagomes, but tied back in two loose ponytails.
"Milady," he spoke, nodding to her. "What is such a lovely woman as yourself doing out alone? And after dark no less! If I were your husband, I wouldn't allow it! I'd be by your side." The woman laughed. It was a soft, tinkling sound. He liked it. They began to walk together.
"My good monk, I am but getting some fresh air. It is a warm night, and I fear that I have no such husband to worry so."
"A shame. One of such beauty and grace should be cared for and looked after."
"You flatter me."
"I give compliments where they are due."
"You have been complimenting many of the women of the village, Lord Monk." Miroku blinked.
"I assure you, I have done no such thing milady. Whatever Sango told you-"
"Sango? Oh, you mean the demon slayer. No, she has not said a thing to me." The woman shook her head, sending her ponytails bobbing. "I've been watching you for a long time, Miroku. You flirt wherever you go and make a habit of womanizing."
Hearing his character described in such a way, and by a stranger no less, was strange, but Miroku couldn't seem to focus. The scent around him was getting stronger.
"What are you doing to me?"
"I won't allow you to play with womens hearts any longer!" The woman lunged at him and he saw a glint of metal in her hand. His instincts took over and he knocked the knife from her hand, in turn receiving a cut on his forearm. He took a defensive stance, preparing for another attack, but to his surprise, his enemy stepped back.
"What? Have you given up?" He hoped so. His head was beginning to swim. He wondered what this sweet scent was that was slowly filling his head with clouds, impairing his thoughts and movements.
"You know as well as I that once disarmed I am no match for you in physical strength. I'll have to use the trick up my sleeve!" She began to mumble under her breath, moving her hands slowly. Miroku felt his body begin to warm and took it as a bad sign. He lunged and knocked her down, pinning her hands up by her head.
"What kind of curse is this, priestess?" He hissed. The womans eyes narrowed.
"It was meant to turn you into one of those women whom you love to chase so much, but you've disrupted my casting." Miroku was taken aback and also thankful that he had intervened at that time. He used a spare rosary to bind her hands and fled without another word.
Once he had arrived at the house, his head was even foggier. He felt disconnected. He couldn't keep his thoughts in line, and practically collapsed onto the floor the moment he stepped into the boys room. He had fallen into a deep sleep, only to awaken the next morning to see his own face hovering above him, speaking words which he didn't have in his head.
Sango felt her stomach drop as she stared at her own face. It had been his fault.
"The curse must have done this," Miroku said. "The priestess must have managed to half cast it, and it made me switch bodies with the woman I love to chase the most." Her eyes widened seeing his tear up. "Sango, don't cry! I'm sorry!"
"You idiot! Your flirting has gone too far this time! I hate you!" She yelled, walking away. All Miroku could do was stare after himself.
This chapter was written based off the prompts given to me by Inali Grimalkin and prompt #1 'Morning' Word count: 1321
