Ku-kukachoo! Alrighty...time for another chapter!
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harder than I thought.....
What Is and What Could've Been - Stop and Think.
Sango kneeled beside a bushel of a rare herb that would make an irresistible tea. She plucked the herb from the ground and stood, not realizing how long she had been on the ground. A soft rustle brought her out of her serene mood. Her stance became rigid and stiff; ready to fight. A shadow crept from the forest and startled Sango. It was Bella, the strange woman from earlier.
"Calm down slayer....I'm only here to ask about Miroku's health. Is he well?" Sango's face dropped at the mention of the monk's name.
"He is covered with cuts and bruises but he'll survive."
"Well, for a thorn-beaten priest, he has quite the matabolism."
"What are you talking about?"
"Our dear monk is in the village flirting up a storm." Sango clenched her fist and could feel the blood rise to her head. *That damn monk! He's injured and all he can think about is finding some village girl to bed!* Bella watched the youkai exterminator leave the forest in a hurry. She slowly followed behind her, a smile never leaving her lips.
Miroku laughed nervously as the village girl did her best to flirt. He hadn't meant to stumble back into the village but when Sango didn't return, he thought it best to search for her, even in his current condition. He brushed his free hand through his bangs and began to walk backwards, hoping the young girl would catch his drift.
Sango could hear the young woman giggle girlishly, which frustrated her ever more. The nerve of that man! She swore under her breathing, hoping that every monk in the world could feel the negative vibes protruding from her body. She turned the corner of a small hut sharply, almost too sharply...
Miroku saw his chance when a neighbor of the young woman caught her attention and took advantage of the situation by turning and running, not expecting to run into something...
Bella watched as the two collided at the corner of the hut. She wanted to laugh out loud by she first had to make sure spell had worked. It was an ingenuis plan that she concocted or so she had thought. If the two can't see eye to eye, then let them read each other's mind. Bella mentally gave herself a pat on the back. This plan wouldn't fail.
Sango rubbed her head and tried to focus her vision as best as she could. Finally a form began to take shape. First she could make out the black hair, then the pink and green kimono, and then finally the giant boomerang. She screamed at herself for falling for the witch's damn trick...she was staring at SANGO!!! Sango tugged at her clothing, finding purple robes and a beaded hand. *Oh no...*
Miroku stood and dusted the dirt off his body, stopping when he felt two squishy....*I didn't have these before....* He smirked to himself at the new discovery, giving each one a tiny squeeze. He stared at the being in front of him only to find....Miroku! A very angry Miroku but Miroku nonetheless. A large hand fell down on his head, causing a small lump to form.
"HENTAI! Hands OFF!!" Miroku recognized the strong feminine voice - Sango! But why was Sango in his body?
"Sango? Why are you in my body?"
"Because you're in mine!!" Miroku glanced down at the body parts he was caressing earlier and blushed.
"Oh, I see. Why are we like this?"
"It's that witch's doing from this morning." Sango could feel her eyebrow twitch as a large hand rubbed her backside, but was even more shocked as a stinging sensation graced her cheek. She was rubbing her own bum?! She glanced over at Miroku whom was staring at both their hands.
"I'm sorry Sango. I didn't mean to slap you. I don't know what came over me."
"I don't know what came over me either. I suddenly felt the urge to....eep!" Sango threw a cursed hand over her mouth at her realization. Her and Miroku had swapped minds! *Even if it's me in his mind, his body still does what it wants...* Sango turned her head over so slightly to catch a giggling Bella. Sango was instantly on her...um...Miroku's feet and running towards the strange woman. Bella couldn't control her laughter, even when the *new* Sango pulled up in the air by her kimono.
"What did you do to us, witch?!" Bella continued to chuckle, a petite fist trying to muffle the sound.
"First...*giggle*....i'm not a *giggle giggle* witch."
"Then take the damn spell off!"
"Chill....my spells only last 24 hours. You and Miroku will be back to normal in no time." Sango released Bella and fell back in her rear. She gently laid her head in Miroku's palms, careful to not pull his hair.
"This can't be happening."
"Hey guys!" Kagome entered the village with her usual bright smile. "How did everything go while I was gone."
"Terrible..",Sango mumbled in Miroku's palms. Kagome jumped back at the soft voice coming from the usual masculine Miroku.
"Miroku?"
"Yes?" Kagome leapt back once more when she heard the gallant voice of Miroku coming from Sango's body.
"Ah! What's goin on here?!" Sango stood and walked over to Kagome, a forsaken look plastered on her...Miroku's face.
"Our mind's...and I guess our voices too...were switched. So now i'm stuck in Miroku's body and he's stuck in mine."
"Oh..." Kagome bit her bottom lip and sat back on her rear. A look frustration was clear on her face but not a moment later the look was wiped out and fixated with a thoughtful one. "Well this will give you two a chance to talk." Sango quirked her newly aquired eyebrow.
"What do you mean Kagome?" Kagome's smile seemed to get brighter by the second. She lightly tapped her fingers against her cheek.
"Welllll....it seems that Inuyasha is currently going through his 'time of month' so I may have mention he could stay in my time during this lil.....'period' and he agreed....so that leaves you two to handle the shards alone for one night." Miroku and Sango glared at Kagome.
"And Shippo?" Kagome waved a hand in the air.
"With Kaede." Kagome's smile told the couple that Shippo didn't volunteer for the trip with the old miko. Kagome turned on her heel and waved. "Take care you guys. And don't worry- it's only for one night!" And with that, Kagome disappeared into the forest to return to modern Tokyo with a hanyou following close behind. Sango could feel her blood boiling at dangerous tempatures. Of all luck! A small chuckle could be heard behind her and she slowly turned to face the former priest. Miroku laughed nervously.
"It's only for one night Sango...And I promise not to grope the wonderful body of yours for the entire time." Sango marched up to her liberated body and pointed a rigid finger at Miroku, that, even in its masculine form, reeked of raw, feminine anger.
"You!!!" She paused for a moment, unable to speak for she might hurt the beloved monk with harsh words and a fist or two. She continued to point for a moment longer before turning sharply on her heel and walking on a rugged path.
The night was eerily quiet for a forest full of shard thirsty youkai. Miroku sat in front of the fire in his usual meditation pose, yet he found it quite difficult to concentrate on anything with the body he had attained recently. He adjusted the kimono to make it feel a tiny bit more comfortable and then leaned back against a tree. Why did Sango have to leave him here by his lonesome in her body?
Sango splashed some cool water on her face before drying it off with Miroku's sleeve. She sighed as she remember how and where she had left the monk. She hadn't meant to just leave him there, sitting by the fire, by she had to get away from there and think. She sat back on a large stone and peered down at the cursed hand. She felt a sudden emptiness at first, but gradually the emptiness began to feel whole. It was then that a sharp pain flew throughout the hand, causing Sango to scream out in agony. A small rustle of leaves caught her attention and she struggled to get to her large boomerang that she took back from Miroku.
"You learn how to ignore the pain after awhile..." Sango relaxed as much as she could when she saw he body move in from the shadows. Miroku sat down across from her and took his cursed hand into his new hands. "It's been so long since i've been able to sit down and not wonder what will happen until the day this curse sucks me up." Sango watched as he fondled the large hand, his fingers dancing around the prayer beads that prolonged the air void.
"Miroku..."
"You know, sitting alone over there gave me a chance to look at your memories. I had no idea of the kind of horror you encountered the night Naraku turned your borther against you." Sango wanted to speak up and tell him how she saw the memory of his dadd dbeing swallowed up but chose to keep silent. "I finally understood your sadness....maybe you can understand mine now." He stood, fixing the bottom half of Sango 's kimono and began to walk back to camp.
"Miroku!!" The priest turned in a passively manner, his eyes searching for nothing in particular. "I-I understand how you feel. And I understand why you flirt. I even understand why you keep me away at a distance. But I don't understand why you pull me in and expect me to just to sit on the sidelines, hoping that one day you'll embrace me the way I want to embrace you." She finally turned her back to the monk. "Just...leave me be.." Sango gasped as two arms wrapped around her new shoudlers.
"I'm sorry.." Miroku chose then to leave. Sango rubbed the sides of her head and stared down into the water of the small stream. Miroku's reflection glanced back at her. *Strange. He has the features of a man, but he's still a boy in so many ways.* She gently rubbed the cheek she had slapped on so many occasions. Reluctantly, Sango pulled away from the water's edge and fell back onto the cool sand. She had almost drifted alseep when someone laid a small blanket across her. Sango lifted up her head to meet Miroku. She studied the features for a moment before she finally realized that she was staring into the blue eyes of a monk...HER monk!
"Mi..roku?" Miroku smiled and gently pushed her back down.
"It seems the spell has worn off." Sango curled up into the purple robes the priest had laid upon her.
"I wish it hadn't. For a moment there, a finally understood what it was like to be Miroku. Wasn't too bad, except for the confusion and the expectance of death." Miroku placed himself beside the demon slayer.
"As it was for me. I understood your pain. Your grief. But I didn't understand why you care for me so...Sango." He peered over at the now sleeping Sango, whom was now in a peaceful state.
What Is and What Could've Been - Stop and Think.
Sango kneeled beside a bushel of a rare herb that would make an irresistible tea. She plucked the herb from the ground and stood, not realizing how long she had been on the ground. A soft rustle brought her out of her serene mood. Her stance became rigid and stiff; ready to fight. A shadow crept from the forest and startled Sango. It was Bella, the strange woman from earlier.
"Calm down slayer....I'm only here to ask about Miroku's health. Is he well?" Sango's face dropped at the mention of the monk's name.
"He is covered with cuts and bruises but he'll survive."
"Well, for a thorn-beaten priest, he has quite the matabolism."
"What are you talking about?"
"Our dear monk is in the village flirting up a storm." Sango clenched her fist and could feel the blood rise to her head. *That damn monk! He's injured and all he can think about is finding some village girl to bed!* Bella watched the youkai exterminator leave the forest in a hurry. She slowly followed behind her, a smile never leaving her lips.
Miroku laughed nervously as the village girl did her best to flirt. He hadn't meant to stumble back into the village but when Sango didn't return, he thought it best to search for her, even in his current condition. He brushed his free hand through his bangs and began to walk backwards, hoping the young girl would catch his drift.
Sango could hear the young woman giggle girlishly, which frustrated her ever more. The nerve of that man! She swore under her breathing, hoping that every monk in the world could feel the negative vibes protruding from her body. She turned the corner of a small hut sharply, almost too sharply...
Miroku saw his chance when a neighbor of the young woman caught her attention and took advantage of the situation by turning and running, not expecting to run into something...
Bella watched as the two collided at the corner of the hut. She wanted to laugh out loud by she first had to make sure spell had worked. It was an ingenuis plan that she concocted or so she had thought. If the two can't see eye to eye, then let them read each other's mind. Bella mentally gave herself a pat on the back. This plan wouldn't fail.
Sango rubbed her head and tried to focus her vision as best as she could. Finally a form began to take shape. First she could make out the black hair, then the pink and green kimono, and then finally the giant boomerang. She screamed at herself for falling for the witch's damn trick...she was staring at SANGO!!! Sango tugged at her clothing, finding purple robes and a beaded hand. *Oh no...*
Miroku stood and dusted the dirt off his body, stopping when he felt two squishy....*I didn't have these before....* He smirked to himself at the new discovery, giving each one a tiny squeeze. He stared at the being in front of him only to find....Miroku! A very angry Miroku but Miroku nonetheless. A large hand fell down on his head, causing a small lump to form.
"HENTAI! Hands OFF!!" Miroku recognized the strong feminine voice - Sango! But why was Sango in his body?
"Sango? Why are you in my body?"
"Because you're in mine!!" Miroku glanced down at the body parts he was caressing earlier and blushed.
"Oh, I see. Why are we like this?"
"It's that witch's doing from this morning." Sango could feel her eyebrow twitch as a large hand rubbed her backside, but was even more shocked as a stinging sensation graced her cheek. She was rubbing her own bum?! She glanced over at Miroku whom was staring at both their hands.
"I'm sorry Sango. I didn't mean to slap you. I don't know what came over me."
"I don't know what came over me either. I suddenly felt the urge to....eep!" Sango threw a cursed hand over her mouth at her realization. Her and Miroku had swapped minds! *Even if it's me in his mind, his body still does what it wants...* Sango turned her head over so slightly to catch a giggling Bella. Sango was instantly on her...um...Miroku's feet and running towards the strange woman. Bella couldn't control her laughter, even when the *new* Sango pulled up in the air by her kimono.
"What did you do to us, witch?!" Bella continued to chuckle, a petite fist trying to muffle the sound.
"First...*giggle*....i'm not a *giggle giggle* witch."
"Then take the damn spell off!"
"Chill....my spells only last 24 hours. You and Miroku will be back to normal in no time." Sango released Bella and fell back in her rear. She gently laid her head in Miroku's palms, careful to not pull his hair.
"This can't be happening."
"Hey guys!" Kagome entered the village with her usual bright smile. "How did everything go while I was gone."
"Terrible..",Sango mumbled in Miroku's palms. Kagome jumped back at the soft voice coming from the usual masculine Miroku.
"Miroku?"
"Yes?" Kagome leapt back once more when she heard the gallant voice of Miroku coming from Sango's body.
"Ah! What's goin on here?!" Sango stood and walked over to Kagome, a forsaken look plastered on her...Miroku's face.
"Our mind's...and I guess our voices too...were switched. So now i'm stuck in Miroku's body and he's stuck in mine."
"Oh..." Kagome bit her bottom lip and sat back on her rear. A look frustration was clear on her face but not a moment later the look was wiped out and fixated with a thoughtful one. "Well this will give you two a chance to talk." Sango quirked her newly aquired eyebrow.
"What do you mean Kagome?" Kagome's smile seemed to get brighter by the second. She lightly tapped her fingers against her cheek.
"Welllll....it seems that Inuyasha is currently going through his 'time of month' so I may have mention he could stay in my time during this lil.....'period' and he agreed....so that leaves you two to handle the shards alone for one night." Miroku and Sango glared at Kagome.
"And Shippo?" Kagome waved a hand in the air.
"With Kaede." Kagome's smile told the couple that Shippo didn't volunteer for the trip with the old miko. Kagome turned on her heel and waved. "Take care you guys. And don't worry- it's only for one night!" And with that, Kagome disappeared into the forest to return to modern Tokyo with a hanyou following close behind. Sango could feel her blood boiling at dangerous tempatures. Of all luck! A small chuckle could be heard behind her and she slowly turned to face the former priest. Miroku laughed nervously.
"It's only for one night Sango...And I promise not to grope the wonderful body of yours for the entire time." Sango marched up to her liberated body and pointed a rigid finger at Miroku, that, even in its masculine form, reeked of raw, feminine anger.
"You!!!" She paused for a moment, unable to speak for she might hurt the beloved monk with harsh words and a fist or two. She continued to point for a moment longer before turning sharply on her heel and walking on a rugged path.
The night was eerily quiet for a forest full of shard thirsty youkai. Miroku sat in front of the fire in his usual meditation pose, yet he found it quite difficult to concentrate on anything with the body he had attained recently. He adjusted the kimono to make it feel a tiny bit more comfortable and then leaned back against a tree. Why did Sango have to leave him here by his lonesome in her body?
Sango splashed some cool water on her face before drying it off with Miroku's sleeve. She sighed as she remember how and where she had left the monk. She hadn't meant to just leave him there, sitting by the fire, by she had to get away from there and think. She sat back on a large stone and peered down at the cursed hand. She felt a sudden emptiness at first, but gradually the emptiness began to feel whole. It was then that a sharp pain flew throughout the hand, causing Sango to scream out in agony. A small rustle of leaves caught her attention and she struggled to get to her large boomerang that she took back from Miroku.
"You learn how to ignore the pain after awhile..." Sango relaxed as much as she could when she saw he body move in from the shadows. Miroku sat down across from her and took his cursed hand into his new hands. "It's been so long since i've been able to sit down and not wonder what will happen until the day this curse sucks me up." Sango watched as he fondled the large hand, his fingers dancing around the prayer beads that prolonged the air void.
"Miroku..."
"You know, sitting alone over there gave me a chance to look at your memories. I had no idea of the kind of horror you encountered the night Naraku turned your borther against you." Sango wanted to speak up and tell him how she saw the memory of his dadd dbeing swallowed up but chose to keep silent. "I finally understood your sadness....maybe you can understand mine now." He stood, fixing the bottom half of Sango 's kimono and began to walk back to camp.
"Miroku!!" The priest turned in a passively manner, his eyes searching for nothing in particular. "I-I understand how you feel. And I understand why you flirt. I even understand why you keep me away at a distance. But I don't understand why you pull me in and expect me to just to sit on the sidelines, hoping that one day you'll embrace me the way I want to embrace you." She finally turned her back to the monk. "Just...leave me be.." Sango gasped as two arms wrapped around her new shoudlers.
"I'm sorry.." Miroku chose then to leave. Sango rubbed the sides of her head and stared down into the water of the small stream. Miroku's reflection glanced back at her. *Strange. He has the features of a man, but he's still a boy in so many ways.* She gently rubbed the cheek she had slapped on so many occasions. Reluctantly, Sango pulled away from the water's edge and fell back onto the cool sand. She had almost drifted alseep when someone laid a small blanket across her. Sango lifted up her head to meet Miroku. She studied the features for a moment before she finally realized that she was staring into the blue eyes of a monk...HER monk!
"Mi..roku?" Miroku smiled and gently pushed her back down.
"It seems the spell has worn off." Sango curled up into the purple robes the priest had laid upon her.
"I wish it hadn't. For a moment there, a finally understood what it was like to be Miroku. Wasn't too bad, except for the confusion and the expectance of death." Miroku placed himself beside the demon slayer.
"As it was for me. I understood your pain. Your grief. But I didn't understand why you care for me so...Sango." He peered over at the now sleeping Sango, whom was now in a peaceful state.
