Freaky Friday – Feudal Style.
Note: I hope that it does not get too confusing when trying to figure out who is who. I'll try and explain this as best as I can ok? Any names with " " around them is not who they really are. Thoughts will use the original name. I.e.
"Sango" is really Kagome
"Kagome" … Sango
"Inuyasha" … Miroku
"Miroku" … Inuyasha
Disclaimer – I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters in the story. sniff. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
Chapter one: Interference
Kikyo clasped her hands together, and closed her coal-coloured eyes. Taking a breath to calm herself, she recited the enchanted words. A wry grin wreathed her face. She would make him pay. But she too also planned to divide the happy little group of friends. She would watch them break apart, slowly, painfully, piece by piece.
Inuyasha and the gang (Shippou, Kagome, Miroku and Sango) were, once again on the hunt for the elusive Shikon shards. Their goal seemed unreachable, yet they continued to pursue it. Kagome rode her Pink bike, with Shippou sitting in the basket on the front, and Inuyasha perched on the back of it precariously. Alongisde walked two of her good friends, Miroku and Sango. They were an odd couple really, the pervert and the violent youkai-hunter with her boomerang-shaped hiraikotsu. Kagome smiled to herself. Inuyasha's presence always cheered her up, even if he was fiery-tempered and well, had a way with words of slight obscenity. (Yet never towards her, well at least anymore.)
Inuyasha feigned dozing on the bike, so that he would not be interrupted from his thoughts. The path was rocky and steep, but he was oblivious to all this. His ears twitched, sensing a power, one that had a slight air of familiarity to him. It seemed to radiate as if it were an invisible cloud. Night was slowly sinking into the sky, and a sprinkling of stars adorned the horizon. There was a half moon accompanying it, an eerie greyish-blue. Kagome stopped on her bicycle, dismounting. Inuyasha was now awoken, and looked slightly grumpy. She took Shippou, who was dozing lightly, and placed the little kistune on the ground, then taking out a thin blanket from her bag, and wrapping herself tightly in it. She curled up on the spongy grass, and slept lightly. Inuyasha leapt into the fork of a tree, closing his gleaming golden eyes. Sango leaned against the base of it, with Miroku a little too close for comfort. She inched away slightly.
Soon the group were deeply in slumber. Inuyasha lazily opened one eye and gazed around in suspicion. There was still the stench of magic in the air. Choosing to ignore it, he dozed off to sleep. The unknown power seeped through the chilled air, unnoticed.
Far away, she tossed back her shiny black hair and crowed with delight. She was the one in control now, not that pathetic little hanyou! She detested that word so much, whenever it had to cross her lips, she practically spat it almost as if there was poison on her tongue. She threw her head back and laughed, her long locks trailing down the sides of her pale face. She had always had Inuyasha eating out of the palm of her hand, but now she would encase him in the true terror of her magic.
Kagome awoke; her friends were still sleeping, Miroku snoring lightly. Inuyasha sat like a stone in his tree, unmoving. It was almost as if was not alive. She shrugged, and stood up. She felt strange, and unlike her usual self, but could not put her finger on the reason why. She traipsed off to the nearby stream, to splash her face with water. It was like tears of ice on her face, cold and refreshing.
Sango awoke, feeling extremely tired, as if she had run a great distance. Her body felt lighter, and more spry. Having being a youkai hunter, she was of a slightly larger build than most girls her age. Spotting Kagome a short distance away, she went up to greet the girl… and stared in shock. She was staring at …herself! She covered her mouth with her hand, as to not wake the others, and gaped at the figure before her. Staring into the river at her reflection, she realized what was different. She was…was…Kagome!
Kagome was puzzled as to why she was staring at a copy of herself. How was it possible? She was the only Kagome! She let out a small shriek, and quickly clamped her mouth shut. Whispering fiercely to her friend, she stammered, "how…how did this happen?" Sango looked more than sombre, wincing at the voice that was coming from Kagome. It sounded just like her own. "What can we do?" She winced at her higher pitched voice. This was going to take a little getting used to. But how long would it last? She feared to imagine. "Ok, here's the plan. We can't let the guys know that anything is different. You will pretend to be me, and vice versa. I wonder if my hiraikotsu abilities were transferred to you, or if I can shoot the purifying arrows." Sneaking back to their camp, careful not to wake anyone, she took the quiver of arrows, bow and her hiraikotsu back to the edge of the river. Handing "Kagome" the curved weapon, she watched as the poor child was thrown to the floor by the sheer weight of it. She may have had her body, but she still appeared to have Kagome's skills. Heaving the boomerang high above her head, she gripped the end of it with both hands and tried to toss it afar. It glided maybe a metre, before being caught by the gravity and plunging back down to the earth. "Kagome" hung her head in shame. She knew that she could still wield hiraikotsu; it had fit perfectly into her hands when she picked it up. She returned it to her own hands, and attempted to fling it out across the shining water. It flew out, returned, and she snatched it out of the air with great ease and nimbleness. "Kagome" sighed. She would miss her weapon, she felt incomplete without it.. But this was the way it would have to be for now. She only hoped that they would not come up against any youkai monsters. She was not going to fight them in this excuse of a skirt! Sighing again, she sat herself down and waited for the full awareness of what had happened to sink in. "Sango" joined her, staring wistfully out across the river.