The Switch: Chapter 8

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And yes, I know my fight scenes suck. As always, read and review! I love you guys and don't forget it! Thanks for sticking with me

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In case you forgot: 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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"WHAT? SHE GAVE IT TO YOU?" Inuyasha grabbed the front of Miroku's haori.

Carefully prying his fingers off, Miroku said quietly but urgently "Calm down."

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! IT'S YOUR FAULT WE'RE IN THIS MESS."

"And who just started shouting?"

"It's your fault. If I didn't have to baby sit you, I'd be myself right now."

"I hate to interrupt, but would one of you explain what's going on?" Kagome asked dryly.

"It's his fault," Inuyasha insisted, glaring at Miroku. "He's such an idiot. He had to go and screw everything up."

"Calm down. What did he screw up?"

"You heard him, everything," Miroku interjected, rolling his eyes.

"Alright, Inuyasha, since you seem to be the calm one for once, you explain," Kagome ordered.

"Uh, no thanks."

"Okay. Inuyasha, SIT!"

A faint reply that sounded something like 'no' came out of the dirt Miroku found himself in.

"Sit! How about now?"

When he pulled his face out of the dirt, Miroku smelled something. "Kagome, there's a demon coming. I smell it."

"Yeah, like I'm gonna fall for that. Sit! Sit! SIT!" But Miroku wasn't making excuses. Something large was heard crashing through the forest. Miroku was right. It was a demon and it emerged from the trees a moment later. It was big and ugly, as usual. It looked something like a cross between an ogre and an armadillo. Its pointed snout snuffled at the group eagerly and its dull, tiny eyes gave it a dimwitted and cruel stare.

"Sango and Miroku! Try and keep it away 'til Inuyasha's okay." Kagome hopped into the hole. "Inuyasha?" She shook him, still calling his name. Nothing. Pushing as hard as she could, she rolled him over. He was knocked out cold. "Uh oh…"

"Hurry up, Kagome," Sango called. "Its skin is too thick." No matter how many times she threw her boomerang at it, it just bounced back.

The demon smirked. It swiped its stubby fingers at the demon slayer. She jumped back just in time to avoid being squished. "Do something, Miroku!"

How the hell is he able to exorcise demons? Why can't I just use my damn sword? While Sango continued to distract it, Inuyasha dug through his pockets. Something cut his finger. He pulled it out. It was an ofuda.

"EXORCISE!" he shouted, throwing the paper at it. The ofuda just fluttered to the ground a few feet away. "Damn paper."

The demon roared with laughter. Across the clearing, it got on its knees and curled into an armored ball. Slowly at first, it began rolling towards the two. CLINK! An arrow from Kagome's bow bounced off of it but the armadillo-ish demon didn't even notice. It was headed straight for Inuyasha and Sango.

Finally figuring it out, Inuyasha stepped in front of Sango. Awkwardly, he pulled the prayer beads off his hand. The kazaana immediately started sucking in everything around it. Inuyasha had to use his other arm to steady the vortex and aim it at the rolling demon. Even curled up, it was nearly twice Inuyasha's height.

And the demon disappeared into Inuyasha's palm. Carefully, he rewrapped the hole. He rubbed his arm, not liking the feeling that sucking the demon in gave him. Suddenly, he felt nauseous and the trees and sky started spinning. Collapsing to the ground, he saw Sango's worried face bent over him before everything faded to black.

When Inuyasha opened his eyes again, Miroku was standing next to him. The real Miroku, not the Miroku in Inuyasha's body Miroku. And of course, the chicken-mouse creature that switched them was standing in front of them.

"And how do you like it so far?" the chicken-mouse clucked pleasantly.

Inuyasha and Miroku shot it murderous glares.

"Can we switch back please?" Miroku pleaded, a note of desperation in his voice.

"Most definitely not."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because… ah… well… I… um…"

Miroku's mouth dropped open. "No. Don't tell me that's the reason." As Inuyasha would say, we're screwed. And I'm dead.

"What is it?" Inuyasha asked suspiciously.

"Ah ha, ha," the chicken-mouse clucked weakly. With a quiet pop, it vanished.

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With a groan, Miroku opened his eyes. "Inuyasha!" Kagome squealed happily.

She must have taken my advice and forgiven me for yesterday when I kissed Sango. A blissful smile crossed his face as he remembered it.

"Inuyasha." Kagome's voice held a note of warning and in her eyes he could see a look similar to Sango's death glare. Unsteadily, he got to his feet and looked around the campsite.

"What happened?" he asked, seeing his own body on the ground. Hey, I'm still good looking even when I'm asleep. I never knew that's how my hair looked…

Kagome interrupted Miroku's self-absorbed mental conversation, sounding embarrassed. "You were right, Inuyasha. A demon came after I said s- (she caught herself just in time) the s-word. And Miroku sucked it into his kazaana. Now he's out cold. I hope he's alright."

"What kind of demon was it?" Miroku listened as Kagome described it. Inuyasha's eyes fluttered open and he slowly sat up.

"Houshi-sama!" Sango squealed happily. Then she blushed, remembering the previous day's events.

I guess she didn't forget, Inuyasha thought with a sigh as he staggered to his feet.

Herding the group together with her death glare, Sango pressed the two for information. "One of you had better explain." Her evil stare made her intentions clear.

Shippo watched silently, hoping someone got slapped or 'sat' during the interrogation. He loved watching his two friends squirm.

"Ah, well, you see…" Miroku started. Kagome will sit me if I don't talk. And as long as I have his body, I'm safe from Inuyasha. "You see… we aren't really ourselves."

"If you aren't yourselves, then who are you?" Sango demanded, her eyes narrowing.

"Well, you see…"

"No, I don't see. Just talk. No more 'well you see's."

"Well you- I'm not really Inuyasha. I'm-" Miroku's mouth moved but no sound came out as he tried to say his own name.

"What was that?" Sango asked. Oh no. This is ruining my glare of death. This isn't funny, Sango. Inuyasha DIDN'T look like a fish…come on Sango, you can do it.

"I SAID I'm -"

Sango and Kagome looked at each other and burst into gales of laughter. "His… mouth… he looked… like a… a fish…" Sango choked out. Tears streamed down their faces as they laughed. Inuyasha and Miroku just looked at each other, confused.

Shippo just asked "Huh?"

"Okay. If you're not Inuyasha, then who are you?" Sango asked eventually, wiping the tears from her eyes. Maybe this will explain why he kissed me.

Miroku just glared at her. "I'm not saying it again. But I will say Kikyo really was aiming at Inuyasha. Go ask Miroku," he said, sounding irritated. They thought I looked like a fish. A fish! What is so funny about someone not being able to say his own name?

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Okay, if he's not Inuyasha, then I'm not Miroku. Do you get it yet?"

"Then say who you really are," Kagome said, a smile twitching at the corners of her lips.

"Wait. If Inuyasha's not Inuyasha and Miroku's not Miroku, does it mean Inuyasha is really Miroku and Miroku is really Inuyasha?" Shippo asked.

Inuyasha and Miroku nodded.

Sango pondered this new discovery for a moment. "YOU!" She stood up, her boomerang in hand. Advancing towards Miroku, she said again "YOU!" He cringed at the sound and shut his eyes tightly. "YOU HENTAI! YOU IDIOT! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Miroku wasn't able to answer Sango's questions. He was out cold.

Sango moved on to her next target. "AND YOU. INUYASHA. Yesterday. It was YOU who touched me. Not Miroku. HENTAI!"

Inuyasha held out his hands, backing away. But it was too late. He joined Miroku on the ground.

Sango brushed off her hands as Shippo laughed hysterically. "Does that set everything straight?" she asked Kagome. Her friend thought for a second and nodded in agreement.