Well, I didn't really wait for anyone to reveiw before I put up the next chapter, because I had it already typed up.

Right Minds, Wrong Bodies... Or Something

Chapter 2: Confused Monks and Perverted Demon Slayers

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Sango woke with a start. Jerking back into reality, she tore her eyes open, and nearly fainted again, seeing a fresh pile of bile in front of her. She couldn't quite remember where she was, but as she regained her senses, it dawned on her. Hadn't she been in water? Her head hurt like hell, and putting her hand up to the gash, she looked at her fingers and saw dark red blood, which probably - Wait a second. Since when did she start wearing a purple glove over her palm? She was tempted to take it off, when Kaede grabbed her arm and heaved her off the ground, while she heard a familiar voice ask Miroku if he was alright.

Sango looked around. She too wanted to know if her lover was harmed. As she looked down, though, she saw no signs of Miroku. In fact, the only thing she did se signes of was a bile stained robe, which she hoped that she would get to take off soon. It was making her sick.

She tried to take a step, but immediately stumbled. It was different, somehow, than how she had been five minutes ago. She tried to take another step, but nearly fell face first into a pile of sick on the ground, only to be saved in the nick of time by Kaede's quick actions. Inuyasha again inquired as to if Miroku was alright, but when Sango looked up at Inuyasha, she found that he was staring back at her in the eye. "Are you alright?" he questioned again.

"I think so," Sango finally spoke up. She finally realized that there was something missing when she had looked down at herself - mainly the lumps that usually protruded from her chest area, also known as breasts. But before she could mention anything of this sort, Kaede dragged her over to a water basin and stuck her head in. When it was pulled back out, again she heard Inuyasha put in his two sense. "I thought we were helping him, not drowning him." Alright, Sango thought. This is getting a little weird.

"I'm not a him! I'm female!" she burst out. This caused stares from both the onlookers, stares which meant something along the lines of 'what the fuck'. However, Inuyasha just grinned before saying quietly, "So you're telling me, Miroku, that last night, I was in the other hut being 'sat' and having bandages put on me when I could have been watching some nice girl-on-girl action in the next room over?"

The question bothered Sango. First of all, where the hell was Miroku, whom they seemed to be referring to? And second, how the hell could Sango have been in the cabin with herself... yeah. As her mind struggled with this, she found a bowl of mixed up herbs being pushed into her hands. Although her stomach was still turning over violently, she somehow manage to get a few pieces down as Kaede started wrapping some cloth over the cut on her head, which she just realized was still bleeding. Sango, who was tired with being the only one that didn't seem to be in on the joke, decided to do something about it.

"Inuyasha, you know who I am, right?" she asked, figuring that she'd start with a simple question to make sure that she got all the facts straight.

"Of course I do, you're the lecherous pervert with the wind tunnel," Inuyasha snorted. Was Miroku having an identity crisis?

"...No, I'm not." Sango finally got out of her mouth, after learning that she was apperently Miroku. "Actually, I'm Sango."

"Yes, of course you are, and I'm Shippo's father," Inuyasha snorted again. What was Miroku getting at?

"...No, I'm quite sure I'm Sango."

"Tell me something only Sango would know."

"Well, umm..." To this, Sango wasn't quite sure what to say. She knew that since the group met eachother, everything that they said to one person, they said to the others. "...Well, remember the time that Miroku was hugging Koharu, and you saw me getting all jealous, and I shouted at you and made you cower behind Kagome? Well, for one, Miroku was facing the other way, so he couldn't possibly have known..."

"Alright, alright already! You don't need to tell everyone about that!"

Sango decided that the fact that she made Inuyasha cower behind Kagome was now perfect blackmail material, but that was besides the fact. All that she knew now was that she was in the body of a pervert, and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Everyone sat in silence for a minute, before -

"Oh no!" Sango cried.

"What?!" Came from the two others in unison.

"Well, if I'm in this body," she indicated, tugging at the vomit-stained robes, "then that must mean that Miroku's in mine, and I was in the middle of taking a bath with Kagome!"

She had barely even finished the sentence when all three of them were on their feet, running down to the hot spring.

Meanwhile

Kagome and Shippo had both jumped up to help when Sango had fallen. Kagome lifted her up out of the water and leaned over her, examining her head just to make sure that there were no signs of blood or bruising, although she knew that with a fall that hard onto rocks, there could very well be some internal damage that she couldn't quite see.

Shippo was debating whether to run back up to the village to seek Kaede's help, but he decided that staying here would probably be better, just in case there was an emergency and they needed him.

Miroku awoke to a most pleasent sensation- his face pressed into some girl's breasts. Very well developed breasts at that, too. Was this what heavan was like? He was about to ask something as to his whereabouts, but thought about it for two seconds and decided against it- what if the lovely girl had to change positions to answer him?

Mmm- positions. He found himself wishing that he could do with this girl what he did with Sango last night- No! He mustn't! He promised Sango that he wouldn't use her and move on as he had done with so many other girls. Miroku glanced up trying to crane his nack to get a good look at the girl's face to see if she was familiar. But he just couldn't. The girl seemed to be fascinated with whatever it was she kept on rubbing her hand over on Miroku's head.

He started at her breasts for a few more seconds, then remembered something. Usually when he got this close to a woman and started thinking about these things, wouldn't something start happening down... He glanced down, and got yet another facefull of breasts. These seemed to be his own, however, and either someone gave him implants, or, well, he wasn't in his natural body. Being the intelligent being he was, Miroku decided that it was the second one, or at least he was hoping. Really, what would the fun be in groping himself if there wasn't the chance of getting caught?

This news saddened Miroku a bit, as it meant that the girl wasn't purposely leaning over him because she loved him. He knew this couldn't go on forever, so somehow he willed himself to ask her who she was.

"Oh, good, you're awake Sango. Don't you remember me? I'm Kagome!" Kagome seemed very concerned that her best friend forgot about who she was. Miroku, however, didn't want to upset Kagome by breaking the news to her that he wasn't quite who she thought he was. The breasts being shoved into his face didn't hurt either.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I just... have a bit of a headache," Miroku compromised, suddenly realising that he had no idea exactly what had happened to Sango before she ended up on the ground with Kagome on top of her.

"Well, I'd expect as much, if not more! That was quite a fall you took there!" Kagome had backed off and was now kneeling on the ground in front of Miroku, who wasn't complaining, because although Kagome wasn't on top of him anymore, she showed no signs of covering herself anytime soon. "Do you feel okay? I hope there's no, like, internal bleeding or anything."

"Probably not," Miroku responded vaguely, hoping that Kagome wouldn't think it strange if she caught glimpse of the hand he had wandering down his own body. He was finding it very odd to be in this position without having another appendage which would be hard. He decided to take this as a 'learning' opprotunity, and as soon as Kagome left him alone, he'd be having a bit of fun with himself.

"Well," Kagome said, moving to stand up and passing a towel to Miroku. "We better get you dressed and go back to the village, I want to let Kaede have a proper look at that cut on your head," She reached for her own towel and bent down to retrieve their clothes off the ground. Miroku, who wasn't quite as experienced with these modern day items, opted to watch Kagome with her drying off her body then mimic her. However, as much as he tried, Miroku just couldn't figure out how to get the damn towel wrapped up around his head.

"Umm... Kagome, could you help me a bit?" Kagome was a bit surprised at this, considering Sango had always been skilled at wrapping up things, what with her material strip around her chest and the belt-like material around her waist. Luckily for Miroku, Kagome decided that with the whole bashing the head on the ground thing, Sango was just a little bit in shock, or something.

When the two were decently dressed, they gathered up their things and headed back to the village.

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