Chapter XXV: Turned
This was quite the predicament. Sesshomaru knew he favoured his mother in the looks department but this was just ridiculous. But at the very least, he was taking this a lot better than his companion did.
Naraku excelled in magic—hell, he practically breathed magic. Magic was his forte. He knew what too much of this and too little of that would do, so how? How did this happen? He could vaguely hear Kagome apologizing profusely with Sesshomaru scolding her, but he was too horrified to pay much attention. Already he could feel his back hurting.
Taking a deep breath, he let his hands travel to his waist—they were far narrower than he ever recalled them being since he left his boyhood. Okay, now it was the moment of truth…his hands went between his legs…
Shiva.
BUDDAH.
ALLAH.
JESUS!
He finally opened his eyes and looked down, he can't even see his feet—those things in his chest were probably where most of his weight comes from now—oh god he wasn't even a he anymore!