Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

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Note:

When I say Miroku, I mean Miroku in Inuyasha's body.

When I say Inuyasha, I mean Inuyasha in Miroku's body.

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Before Inuyasha had a chance towake up, Miroku threw him over his shoulder, who seemed surprisingly light, and dragged him out of the clearing into the woods. It's as easy as picking up that kitsune, he though, amazed by his new strength. He felt different too. Not only could Miroku hear everything around him, he could smell it. Awkwardly, he put the monk's body down.

Inuyasha groaned. Is it the new moon already? The half demon felt weak and helpless. Unable to smell, hear, or attack always made him nervous and edgy. Realizing what might happen when Inuyasha opened his eyes, Miroku covered his mouth with one hand and held him down with the other as he began to squirm.

"MMH! MmmmMMH!" Inuyasha tried to protest. Then he opened his eyes. Stupidly, he stared at himself. Or more specifically, his demon self. What the hell is going on? Now he was really pissed. Where the hell is Tetsaiga? And what's wrong with my hand?

"Shh. It's me, Miroku. I have no idea what that 'thing' did to us but now you're in-" Again, Miroku couldn't finish his sentence. Besides that, it was really strange but interesting to watch himself, or rather, his body. He took his hand off of Inuyasha's mouth and let him sit up.

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm-" he spluttered. Even he couldn't say the rest.

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"Why the hell can't I say it?"

"I don't know and I do not swear."

"So? I can do whatever the hell I want." Inuyasha clambered to his feet awkwardly. "You can't stop me."

"Actually, I probably could now. But we can't tell Sango and Kagome or even Shippo."

"Why not?"

"Believe me, I tried. You and I both can't say it."

Inuyasha just growled. Miroku laughed. "I don't growl either. We have to try and act like each other since we can't say anything."

"What?! I'm not acting like you, you pervert. Forget it."

Miroku rolled his now-golden eyes, a gesture he learned from Kagome. "Can you at least try not to curse so much?"

"No. Then maybe they'll figure it out."

"Okay, I'd be happy to rub Kagome's-"

"You wouldn't dare." Inuyasha's eyes narrowed in anger.

Miroku stepped forward, put his hands on Inuyasha's shoulders and looked him in the eye. How has Sango not fallen in love with me yet? I never realized just how handsome I am. "Don't you dare try anything stupid."

His heart pounding, Inuyasha looked back at Miroku. Damn, I'm scary when I'm mad. I never knew how intimidating I was. I gotta start trying this on Shippo. "Okay," replied meekly.

Back in the clearing, Sango had caught up with Kagome. "Where'd they go?"

Kagome shrugged. "I have no idea. Inuyahsa's being really weird though."

"More than usual?" Sango asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not kidding. He called me 'Lady Kagome' and he didn't swear once. And I could have sworn he was rubbing his ears."

"I always wanted to touch his ears, they look so soft," the demon slayer said dreamily, earning her a look from Kagome. "Don't worry, he's all yours, Kagome. Instead, I get Miroku grabbing my butt."

Kagome sighed. "What are we gonna do with those two?"

Before Sango could think up a way to torture Miroku and Inuyasha, they emerged from the woods.

The four just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. Miroku could have sworn he heard crickets chirping, so he came up with an (or so he thought) ingenious comment . "See, your staff's right there, you stupid monk. Right where you left it." Inuyasha stomped over and picked it up, scowling. As much as I hate calling myself stupid, this is actually pretty fun.

So the suicidal monk kept going. He had been about to ask where Shippo has gotten off to, but Inuyasha would never ask that. So he asked Inuyasha-style.

"Hey, Kagome. It was nice of you to drown Shippo while you took your bath." Even Inuyasha knew what was coming and winced.

"Inuyasha. Sit." Miroku instantly found his face in the dirt. The sudden pain made him groan. Unfortunately, Kagome thought he was trying to argue and said the 's' word again. This is much worse than Sango slapping me or hitting me with Hirakotsu. Why does he always make her so mad if it hurts so much? Everyone was laughing. Miroku even heard Shippo snickering.

And with his perfect timing, the kitsune bragged, "Wow, Inuyasha. You couldn't even smell me. I must be getting good at hiding." Shippo popped out of the bushes, brushing leaves out of his hair.

For the first time in his life, Miroku felt like growling. So right after he clambered out of his crater, he did. Although he could usually put up with Shippo's obnoxiousness, Miroku was mad. He wished he knew how to use Tetsaiga to chop the demon into tiny pieces. But he remembered Kagome was standing right in front of him. So Miroku contented himself with glaring at Shippo. "Let's just make camp for the night."

"Yea-es, Lady Kagome, can we have ramen?" Inuyasha asked, slowly choosing his words and making him sound like an idiot. Miroku sighed. Almost, Inuyasha.

"Since when do you like ramen, Miroku?" Miroku asked.

"I just thought I would ask for you, Inuyasha," Inuyasha replied smugly.

"Well, you did keep Miroku from peeping on us while we took a bath, so I'll make you some, Inuyasha," Kagome said cheerfully. Geez, talk about mood swings.

When dinner was ready, Inuyasha was surprised. The noodles didn't have their usual amazing taste. As a matter of fact, he found he could only force down one helping. On the opposite side of the campfire, Mirokudecided that he liked ramen so much he could eat several bowls of it, so he finished off the pot.

After cleaning up, Miroku sat with his back against a tree. Assuming the day's events would have exhausted him, he shut his eyes. Half an hour later, each extra-loud crackle from the fire and every twig snapping in the forest still made him flinch and he could hear Inuyasha doing who-knew-what across the fire.

Inuyasha knew he could stay awake until Miroku fell asleep. I gotta make sure that lecher doesn't try anything stupid. Quickly he became bored. Sango, Kagome and Shippo were already asleep. So he went through the monk's robes to see what he could find and made a pile in front of him.

With a yawn, he pulled out a stack of ofuda, the spell scrolls Miroku used to exorcise stuff. Boring. Next came five packets of ramen. I thought Miroku hated ramen. Followed by a fairly heavy coin pouch. Perfect. Dumping the contents in front of him, Inuyasha examined them. Besides a decent-sized pile of money, expensive-looking (and probably stolen) jewelry, and a few small statues (most definitely stolen), Inuyasha saw quite a few of what were probably blessed beads and some incense. Carefully putting the objects back, Inuyasha yawned again.

"What are you doing, houshi? Get some sleep," Sango commanded sleepily from next to him. Feeling his eyelids droop, Inuyasha quickly did what she said.

Eventually, Miroku did the same. And both of the switched had the same dream. Or was it a dream?

The mouse-chicken stood on top of a rock, illuminated by a light from somewhere above it in the dark sky. As before, its squeaky voice was cheerful. "See, you two aren't so different. How do you think it's working?"

"Not at all."

"Did you figure out that I switched your likes?" the thing asked, sounding amused.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know, you like the things the person you switched with likes and don't like the things they don't like too."

"So that explains the ramen."

"It includes people too," the chicken-mouse continued merrily, obviously oblivious (a/n: that was weird to type) to the dreamers' growing anger.

"After killing this thing, I need to talk to him," came the muttered reply.

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A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews, keep 'em coming. I'm off of school this week, so I'll try to update as much as possible.

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