Story: Inuyasha One Half
Author: Minuiko
Summary: AU. Inuyasha is a regular kid on a class field trip to China. By some twist of fate, he falls into an enchanted spring in Jusenkyo, which turns him into a girl! While he searches for a cure, he makes new friends, enemies, and learns to deal with becoming the opposite gender. Inuyasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango, etc.
Rating: PG-13
Sesshoumaru's POV
I watched as Inuyasha's schoolgirl friend (I believe that her name was Kagome) chattered to my little brother—sister— about something. The pervert, whose name was Miroku, got up and walked to the hotel. I smirked. Both sides of his face had red handprints on it.
I remembered the innkeeper telling me the temporary remedy (or side effect, whichever one) for Inuyasha's transformation. It was hot water. I resisted the urge to tell him this, knowing that I would be rewarded with a lot of amusement by not doing so, as I watched him struggle in the girls' body.
Inuyasha got up jerkily, which resulted in several of the boys looking in interest (wide eyes, jaw dropped) at 'her' slim figure. She announced nervously, "I'm going to the restroom."
A couple of people chuckled at this. Most people didn't exactly announce that in public out loud. Before she walked off, I called out, "Remember to use the girls' bathroom, sis!" She glared at me.
A couple of minutes later, a very loud, very shrill scream came out of the bathroom. I stalked up there, massaging my ears. This was probably another one of my brother's unpleasant discoveries. I drawled, "What is it now, Inuyasha?"
She was outside, red-faced, cupping a certain area between her legs. "My . . . my—"
I stared at her, one eyebrow delicately raised. She screamed, "My freakin' balls are gone!!!"
If I hadn't been so stoical, I would have burst out laughing. I advised, "Hush, or you'll cause a scene."
She continued yelling, so I sighed, picked her up by the waist, and dumped her onto Kagome's bed. I shut the door before remarking with a smirk, "Yeah, that happens sometimes, when you turn from a boy to a girl. God, didn't you know?"
She calmed down, still breathing heavily. She snapped, "Of course I did, it just gave me a shock, that's all!"
I rolled my eyes. The idiot. I said, "Well, at least you didn't go into the boys' bathroom."
She glared. I eyed her warily. "Now, are you calm enough to go down into the campsite, or do I have to carry you?"
She aimed a punch at my left cheek, which I took as the second answer. "Be my guest."
I picked Inuyasha up and settled her firmly onto my shoulder again. Kagome had just entered the room while Inuyasha was screeching, "You bastard, if you don't put me down, I'll cut off your family jewels and throw them into a fire, so you can't get them back, and see how you feel—"
My eyes casually wandered over to the schoolgirl, who was staring at Inuyasha, a slow smile starting on her features. Inuyasha turned red. "Shut up!"
I dumped him onto the floor. "Well, if you could've walked, Ms. I- have-no-balls, why didn't you say so?"
Inuyasha snorted, brushing herself off. She stormed down with her nose pointing up. I suppressed a grin and said to Kagome in my traditionally flat tone, "You may want to keep an eye on him."
She smiled. "Isn't that your job . . .?"
I replied in the same bored voice, "Chaperones typically don't protect their charges from hormone-incensed boys whose hands tend to wander."
She gasped. "Damn, you're right! I know a lot of perverts down there . . ."
Her voice faded off as she ran after Inuyasha. I walked to my room, where there was a large window pane that gave me a full view of Inuyasha in the camp site. Strange. We have individual rooms, AND a camp site. Some teachers are just plain dumb. I grinned, opening the window so that I could hear what was happening.
Inuyasha's POV
How dare he! Picking me up like baggage. I rubbed my stomach, still sore from his amazingly sharp shoulder digging into it. Kagome caught up with me, breathless. I looked sideways at her. "What now?"
She said, "Well, people still don't know who you are, so—"
Hojo, the idiot who had liked Kagome for ages and openly showed it, came up to me, winking. "Wow, you're pretty hot. What's your name?"
My eye twitched in annoyance. I said, "Inuyasha, dumbass. No need to introduce yourself . . . Hobo . . ."
He gave an obviously fake (or was it?!) hearty laugh, saying, "Inuyasha. That sounds familiar . . . but no matter! It's beautiful! Hobo? Cute nickname. I like it! D'you wanna go with me on a tour of this place, oh goddess—"
Kagome now wore an expression of mock wistfulness. I gulped. What now? She looked at Hojo with the same sad expression, saying in a dramatic voice, "Well, if you truly love her, Hojo . . . I won't get in your way."
He now looked at her with a teary expression in his eyes. "'I won't get in your way.' Oh, how noble! You, Kagome, are divine. But," he eyes me sadly. "Lady Inuyasha is beautiful too! Oh, how cruel! To love two people so much! It's as if—"
CLANG!
I had been on the verge of screaming bloody murder at the overly dramatic Hojo when Sango knocked him out with a spatula. She waved it in the air. "Borrowed it from one of the cooks. I figured you two needed some help. The dirty two-timer. Speaking of two-timers . . ."
Her eyes trailed over to Miroku, who was holding a random (and disturbed) girl's hand. She stalked towards them, spatula in hand. I looked at Kagome, scowling. "'I won't get in your way?' What am I, your scapegoat?"
She grinned. "Well, it was worth a shot, if it would get Hojo to stop worshipping me. But hey, it didn't work, so that's alright. So . . ." she looked at the unconscious Hojo. "Should we take him somewhere where he won't be trampled?"
I looked down on him with disgust. "Nah, let him get stepped on, he won't mind."
She eyed me with exasperation. "How would you know?"
I stared at her. "The guy thought that 'Hobo' was a complement, so naturally, he'd welcome a couple of people walking over him. Don't worry 'bout it."
She smiled and said, "C'mon. Let's get to dinner."
My stomach rumbled, so I agreed enthusiastically.
Miroku's POV
I don't know WHERE Sango got the spatula, but it really left a mark. I sighed audibly, protesting, "I only asked her to bear my child—"
She glared at me. "And that's nothing to be angry about, two-face?"
Ouch. I smiled. "No, you should be proud that I didn't ask her to bear me CHILDREN—"
She hit my head again with the spatula. I yelped, "Why a spatula?!"
She grinned. "It's metal, and can be used for a variety of things, which includes cooking and hitting perverted two-timers on the head."
I would have complained, but decided against it; instead, I rubbed my aching head. "So. Wanna try lap dancing after dinner?"
She slapped me. I corrected myself quickly, "I meant tap dancing! They're giving out free lessons!"
She snorted. "Your constant slip of innocent words into perverted ideas makes me wonder whether you're doing it on purpose or not . . ."
I said in a sing-song voice, "But you love me for it!"
She laughed. "If that's what you want to believe."
I feigned an injured tone, "Lady Sango . . ."
She rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go."
That's it . . . sorry for not updating for a long time . . . finals . . .
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Author: Minuiko
Summary: AU. Inuyasha is a regular kid on a class field trip to China. By some twist of fate, he falls into an enchanted spring in Jusenkyo, which turns him into a girl! While he searches for a cure, he makes new friends, enemies, and learns to deal with becoming the opposite gender. Inuyasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango, etc.
Rating: PG-13
Sesshoumaru's POV
I watched as Inuyasha's schoolgirl friend (I believe that her name was Kagome) chattered to my little brother—sister— about something. The pervert, whose name was Miroku, got up and walked to the hotel. I smirked. Both sides of his face had red handprints on it.
I remembered the innkeeper telling me the temporary remedy (or side effect, whichever one) for Inuyasha's transformation. It was hot water. I resisted the urge to tell him this, knowing that I would be rewarded with a lot of amusement by not doing so, as I watched him struggle in the girls' body.
Inuyasha got up jerkily, which resulted in several of the boys looking in interest (wide eyes, jaw dropped) at 'her' slim figure. She announced nervously, "I'm going to the restroom."
A couple of people chuckled at this. Most people didn't exactly announce that in public out loud. Before she walked off, I called out, "Remember to use the girls' bathroom, sis!" She glared at me.
A couple of minutes later, a very loud, very shrill scream came out of the bathroom. I stalked up there, massaging my ears. This was probably another one of my brother's unpleasant discoveries. I drawled, "What is it now, Inuyasha?"
She was outside, red-faced, cupping a certain area between her legs. "My . . . my—"
I stared at her, one eyebrow delicately raised. She screamed, "My freakin' balls are gone!!!"
If I hadn't been so stoical, I would have burst out laughing. I advised, "Hush, or you'll cause a scene."
She continued yelling, so I sighed, picked her up by the waist, and dumped her onto Kagome's bed. I shut the door before remarking with a smirk, "Yeah, that happens sometimes, when you turn from a boy to a girl. God, didn't you know?"
She calmed down, still breathing heavily. She snapped, "Of course I did, it just gave me a shock, that's all!"
I rolled my eyes. The idiot. I said, "Well, at least you didn't go into the boys' bathroom."
She glared. I eyed her warily. "Now, are you calm enough to go down into the campsite, or do I have to carry you?"
She aimed a punch at my left cheek, which I took as the second answer. "Be my guest."
I picked Inuyasha up and settled her firmly onto my shoulder again. Kagome had just entered the room while Inuyasha was screeching, "You bastard, if you don't put me down, I'll cut off your family jewels and throw them into a fire, so you can't get them back, and see how you feel—"
My eyes casually wandered over to the schoolgirl, who was staring at Inuyasha, a slow smile starting on her features. Inuyasha turned red. "Shut up!"
I dumped him onto the floor. "Well, if you could've walked, Ms. I- have-no-balls, why didn't you say so?"
Inuyasha snorted, brushing herself off. She stormed down with her nose pointing up. I suppressed a grin and said to Kagome in my traditionally flat tone, "You may want to keep an eye on him."
She smiled. "Isn't that your job . . .?"
I replied in the same bored voice, "Chaperones typically don't protect their charges from hormone-incensed boys whose hands tend to wander."
She gasped. "Damn, you're right! I know a lot of perverts down there . . ."
Her voice faded off as she ran after Inuyasha. I walked to my room, where there was a large window pane that gave me a full view of Inuyasha in the camp site. Strange. We have individual rooms, AND a camp site. Some teachers are just plain dumb. I grinned, opening the window so that I could hear what was happening.
Inuyasha's POV
How dare he! Picking me up like baggage. I rubbed my stomach, still sore from his amazingly sharp shoulder digging into it. Kagome caught up with me, breathless. I looked sideways at her. "What now?"
She said, "Well, people still don't know who you are, so—"
Hojo, the idiot who had liked Kagome for ages and openly showed it, came up to me, winking. "Wow, you're pretty hot. What's your name?"
My eye twitched in annoyance. I said, "Inuyasha, dumbass. No need to introduce yourself . . . Hobo . . ."
He gave an obviously fake (or was it?!) hearty laugh, saying, "Inuyasha. That sounds familiar . . . but no matter! It's beautiful! Hobo? Cute nickname. I like it! D'you wanna go with me on a tour of this place, oh goddess—"
Kagome now wore an expression of mock wistfulness. I gulped. What now? She looked at Hojo with the same sad expression, saying in a dramatic voice, "Well, if you truly love her, Hojo . . . I won't get in your way."
He now looked at her with a teary expression in his eyes. "'I won't get in your way.' Oh, how noble! You, Kagome, are divine. But," he eyes me sadly. "Lady Inuyasha is beautiful too! Oh, how cruel! To love two people so much! It's as if—"
CLANG!
I had been on the verge of screaming bloody murder at the overly dramatic Hojo when Sango knocked him out with a spatula. She waved it in the air. "Borrowed it from one of the cooks. I figured you two needed some help. The dirty two-timer. Speaking of two-timers . . ."
Her eyes trailed over to Miroku, who was holding a random (and disturbed) girl's hand. She stalked towards them, spatula in hand. I looked at Kagome, scowling. "'I won't get in your way?' What am I, your scapegoat?"
She grinned. "Well, it was worth a shot, if it would get Hojo to stop worshipping me. But hey, it didn't work, so that's alright. So . . ." she looked at the unconscious Hojo. "Should we take him somewhere where he won't be trampled?"
I looked down on him with disgust. "Nah, let him get stepped on, he won't mind."
She eyed me with exasperation. "How would you know?"
I stared at her. "The guy thought that 'Hobo' was a complement, so naturally, he'd welcome a couple of people walking over him. Don't worry 'bout it."
She smiled and said, "C'mon. Let's get to dinner."
My stomach rumbled, so I agreed enthusiastically.
Miroku's POV
I don't know WHERE Sango got the spatula, but it really left a mark. I sighed audibly, protesting, "I only asked her to bear my child—"
She glared at me. "And that's nothing to be angry about, two-face?"
Ouch. I smiled. "No, you should be proud that I didn't ask her to bear me CHILDREN—"
She hit my head again with the spatula. I yelped, "Why a spatula?!"
She grinned. "It's metal, and can be used for a variety of things, which includes cooking and hitting perverted two-timers on the head."
I would have complained, but decided against it; instead, I rubbed my aching head. "So. Wanna try lap dancing after dinner?"
She slapped me. I corrected myself quickly, "I meant tap dancing! They're giving out free lessons!"
She snorted. "Your constant slip of innocent words into perverted ideas makes me wonder whether you're doing it on purpose or not . . ."
I said in a sing-song voice, "But you love me for it!"
She laughed. "If that's what you want to believe."
I feigned an injured tone, "Lady Sango . . ."
She rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go."
That's it . . . sorry for not updating for a long time . . . finals . . .
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