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Dude Looks Like A Lady
Inuyasha One-Shot
"Come on, Inuyasha. It's not that bad."
"Go. Away."
Kagome gave a confused blink and cast a glance over to Miroku, who was trying to soothe a headache by pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger.
This was a curious enough picture in itself; Kagome had just returned from spending a few days ("vacation") in her own present time, returning only to find Inuyasha perched stubbornly in a tree and Miroku unsucessfully attempting to coax him out.
Letting her bicycle fall to the ground, the teenager approached Miroku's side, who had dropped his hand to his front and was slowly popping each knuckle. "Look," the monk called, before Kagome had a chance to ask any questions, "Kagome's even back. Don't you want to come down and greet her?"
"Tell her to go home!" There was an obvious rustling in the branches, a quick, sort of scrambling. Broken leaves scattered lazily down, flirting with the breeze. "I don't want her here!"
Kagome openly stared at the tree, an obviously perplexed look wrinkling her brow. She'd had to 'sit' him two times after telling him she was going home and thrice more on her way to the well. This was certainly uncharacteristic of him. "Miroku," she began, her tone hushed and laced with the undertones of worry, "what's wrong with Inuyasha?"
He glanced down at her, face drawn into a flat, stolid line, before the left corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk. "We were bathing in a hot spring last night and.."
"And I'll finish the story," Inuyasha said, completely cutting him off. "And I guess I'll come down first."
The hanyou flipped from the tree, landing in a crouch on the soft grass of the ground and heaving himself to a standing position. There didn't seem to be anything different about him, Kagome mused, as she had expected some giant wart or some sort of deformity to be about his body.
"There was this old hag bathing there, too.. I sort of told her to get out of to get out of my spring."
"Inuyasha," Kagome scolded softly, condescendingly with a quirked brow, "you know better than that."
"I've learned my lesson, okay?" The last words were snapped quite irately; it was then she noticed the sort of hollow tone to Inuyasha's voice, the way it seemed as if he were forcing it to be as low as it normally was.
Miroku began to snicker at Kagome's side, and she shook her head, oblivious. "What's so funny..?"
"Look closely at our pet hanyou, Kagome," the taller man urged, biting his lower lip to keep the chortles down.
She took a few steps forward to Inuyasha, peering close at him.
Her. Peering close at her. It took Kagome a moment to register the now heart-shaped face, long eyelashes, lips that were full and almost pouty. She had a quick coughing fit when it came to her attention just how.. urhm, well that Inuyasha now filled out her top.
In that time, Miroku had sidled up to the male-turned-female, sliding his arm around her shoulders. Before Inuyasha had time to react, he had slipped his arm down and given her cleavage a quick poke, all the time grinning ear-to-ear.
"Yeah, they're real."
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Author's Notes ( READ THIS! ): I refuse to acknowledge that I wrote this. I got the idea and just HAD to. It's crappy and lacks description in a lot of places, and the characters are REALLY OOC, but.. --; I had to get it out of my system. I'll probably be taking it down in a few days, so enjoy. XD .. oh yeah, I don't own Inuyasha, either. Oo;