Story: Change of Body
Hehe . . . I'm gonna try and fit Sesshoumaru in here somewhere. . .
Thanks for the reviews. I still didn't get many, prior to my *other* story, but they were good.
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Chapter Four
Shuuichi's POV
It was only my second day here, but I was strangely familiar with this orphanage. Shippou was a really hyper, but shy, kid. There was another shy little girl named Rin, but I didn't associate with her yet.
Kaede informed me, "Ye hast better watch yourself, Inuyasha. Lord Sesshoumaru is coming in a week."
I nodded, though I had no idea what she was talking about. I then thought, /Inuyasha would know/
I walked to my original house, where "Shuuichi" lived. Knocking on the door, I waited. My mother opened the door. She looked rather tired. I said hello uncertainly, and told her to take a break once in a while.
I asked her, gritting my teeth, "Where is Shuuichi?"
She looked half frightened. "He's . . . upstairs."
I asked her half curiously, half concernedly, "What happened, Mo - Mrs. Minamino?"
Sighing, she answered reluctantly, "He's been grounded. He's not supposed to have visitors, but come on in."
I hid a smirk. So he WAS grounded. She called out as I went upstairs, "He's on the third room to the . . . left." I was already there. It was my room, after all.
I gasped in fury as I saw my room. Nothing was in order. Half of my clothes were ripped. The closet door was hanging open. Porn magazines were hung up on the bookshelf. Inuyasha was sitting on my bed, listening to some rap music with MY CD player.
I snatched the headphones off of his head. He exclaimed, "OW!"
Then he looked up at me. My face probably wasn't very pretty right now. I hissed, "What is this, a gangster's room?"
He grinned. "I had to adjust to your room, so I made your room adjust to me."
I rolled my eyes and snapped, "You've only been in my body for one day and you're already turning me into a loud-mouthed jerk!"
He shrugged. Then I told him why I came. At the mention of the name, "Sesshoumaru," his head snapped up. He demanded, "My bastard of a half- brother is coming?!"
I smiled. "Yes."
He scowled. "Try to act more like me, would ya? Smiling doesn't suit my body. And you still talk with that strange accent of yours."
I smiled again. "Maybe it would help if you acted a bit more like me instead of changing things around you to adjust. YOU still talk like a prat."
He made a face, at last saying, "I can't promise. I mean, school is so boring. By the way . . ."
He gave a sly grin, continuing, "The Kawa no Koori's are awaiting your, namely, MY command. Our next meeting is tomorrow, where we plot on how to make the dance . . . more lively."
I raised my eyebrows. "Kawa no Koori? Is that your gang or something?"
He laughed, a low, harsh sound, not suiting my looks. "Sort of. We're more like rule-benders. Didn't Hiei tell you that he was a part of it, the second-in-command?"
At this, I smiled. "Trying to extract information from Hiei might be the last thing that you'll ever do."
He agreed. "That guy IS scary."
He said, "You meet them in the back alley way to the right of the school. There's a rather hidden clubhouse. The password is Kokoryuha."
I smiled quietly. Being in a gang wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it was okay, I supposed, if Hiei was there. I said, "About Sesshoumaru . . ."
*~*~*~*~ Mall ~*~*~*~*
Hiei's POV
I was once again wearing Miroku's double earrings and accompanying the surprisingly strong female to the mall. She tried on a long, red Chinese dress. She beamed, "How do I look, Miroku?!"
I pondered for the correct Miroku-ish answer. I stuttered, "Er . . . n-nice?"
She laughed. "Why are you so nervous, Miroku? We're just shopping." With that, she changed back and tossed the dress to me. Her scent clung to it. She smelled of mint, just like Yukina. It was a sharp but addicting sort of scent.
She tried on another one, a black tank top and a miniskirt. She looked like an athlete. She modeled for me, then frowned saying, "Does this make me look fat?"
I was about to retort something, but the words changed as I blurt out, "You never look fat."
She chuckled delightedly as I mentally hit myself for being so stupid. What was I doing, flirting?! She changed into another outfit, a rather sluttish one, I suppose. She asked me with a hint of seduction in her voice, "What about now?"
I was about to say in a flat voice, "You look like a whore," but the "Miroku senses" kicked in as I said, "Sexy."
I WANTED TO KILL MYSELF!!! No wonder Miroku couldn't control himself. The hormones were surging in me right now. I felt . . . perverted. Like Miroku. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't control his stupidity. It was just a good thing that my mind didn't work well with his body. He was probably making me, Hiei, turn into Miroku the second. I shuddered.
Sango changed back into her school uniform. She frowned. "That's the first time you didn't grope me when I wore one of those loose outfits, Houshi-sama."
Giggling, she added, "Not that I miss it or anything."
I rolled my eyes. Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long . . ."
*~*~*~*~ One hour later ~*~*~*~*
Normal POV (Narrator)
Hiei (in Miroku's body, yes) groaned under the weight of clothes he had to carry. He complained, "How much more, Sango?"
Sango chirped, "Just a few more, Houshi-sama!"
She went to the girls' section. "Oh wow! The newest fashions are out! Sorry, Houshi-sama, there's at least thirteen dresses in there that I want!"
Hiei choked. Thirteen?! Give her another hour and she'll clear the store of clothes. He sighed. Girls. He'll never understand them . . .
*~*~*~*~ The Orphanage ~*~*~*~*
Yukina's POV
My brother's sure acting strange. He first turned red at the sight of several really pretty girls who walked by, he's constantly flexing his fingers, as if he were trying to control himself from something, and he's showing off his abdomen by wearing tight clothing.
We were at the old, tattered place that we called home. Hiei walked into the orphanage. I followed him. I smiled at the sight. Inuyasha was sitting on the floor, singing to all the kids. His voice wasn't that bad, either. Actually, it was very good.
When he finished, he looked surprised to see us. He called out questioningly, "Hiei . . . Yukina."
He bowed in recognition to me. Then he told my brother urgently, "Hiei. I have something to tell you."
Inuyasha bowed to me again. "I'm really sorry, Yukina, but this is private."
I smiled sweetly, but inside, I thought with remorse, /They never let me in on their conversations. But what can I do about it? /
*~*~*~*~ Miroku's POV ~*~*~*~*
Inuyasha led me to the woods. I looked at him in surprise, trying to be as quiet as Hiei would be. He looked at me expectantly. I coughed, guessing at what Hiei would say. "What is it."
He stared at me, surprised. But he started, "It's a secret."
I interrupted, "Oh my god, you're gay?!"
He stared at me funny. He cleared his throat purposefully, and replied incredulously, "NO. It's just that . . . I'm . . . not Inuyasha."
That got my attention. "What are you then, Pinocchio?"
He gave a low, obviously forced chuckle. "I'm Shuuichi Minamino."
I scoffed. "Well, obviously! I mean, who wouldn't be like him!"
His dark eyes bore into mine. "I'm serious. Something happened. First I fainted, then I ended up in Inuyasha's body."
Shoot. That's what happened to me. I smiled. "I know. Because I'm not Hiei. I'm Miroku."
He stared at me. "Really?"
I smiled, hoping to lighten the mood. He smiled back, laughing, "So that's why you've been so flirtatious. I was wondering what had happened to Hiei's coldness."
He added, "Just to tell you, 'Hiei' is to meet me in the alley to the right of the school. Be there."
I said, "Fine."
Then he sighed, saying, "Wanna help me paint the rooms?"
I pushed him lightly. "Hell no, not unless there's something in it for me!"
He guessed, "Girls?"
I smiled. "Close. You're to pay for my daily issues of pornography for the next month."
He closed his eyes, saying, "Isn't it mailed to your house, not this orphanage?"
I agreed. "True, but Hiei, who is currently in my body and," I added, "probably being tortured in the mall by Sango, doesn't exactly read it. I'll just pick them up from my house. Capiche?"
He grinned. "Okay. But only if you do a good job . . . Miroku."
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Whew. Finally done. I need more reviews! Sorry, I'm just addicted to reviews, cuz they're the best.
Once again, I threaten this story with a "You review, I update."
Review!
Hehe . . . I'm gonna try and fit Sesshoumaru in here somewhere. . .
Thanks for the reviews. I still didn't get many, prior to my *other* story, but they were good.
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Chapter Four
Shuuichi's POV
It was only my second day here, but I was strangely familiar with this orphanage. Shippou was a really hyper, but shy, kid. There was another shy little girl named Rin, but I didn't associate with her yet.
Kaede informed me, "Ye hast better watch yourself, Inuyasha. Lord Sesshoumaru is coming in a week."
I nodded, though I had no idea what she was talking about. I then thought, /Inuyasha would know/
I walked to my original house, where "Shuuichi" lived. Knocking on the door, I waited. My mother opened the door. She looked rather tired. I said hello uncertainly, and told her to take a break once in a while.
I asked her, gritting my teeth, "Where is Shuuichi?"
She looked half frightened. "He's . . . upstairs."
I asked her half curiously, half concernedly, "What happened, Mo - Mrs. Minamino?"
Sighing, she answered reluctantly, "He's been grounded. He's not supposed to have visitors, but come on in."
I hid a smirk. So he WAS grounded. She called out as I went upstairs, "He's on the third room to the . . . left." I was already there. It was my room, after all.
I gasped in fury as I saw my room. Nothing was in order. Half of my clothes were ripped. The closet door was hanging open. Porn magazines were hung up on the bookshelf. Inuyasha was sitting on my bed, listening to some rap music with MY CD player.
I snatched the headphones off of his head. He exclaimed, "OW!"
Then he looked up at me. My face probably wasn't very pretty right now. I hissed, "What is this, a gangster's room?"
He grinned. "I had to adjust to your room, so I made your room adjust to me."
I rolled my eyes and snapped, "You've only been in my body for one day and you're already turning me into a loud-mouthed jerk!"
He shrugged. Then I told him why I came. At the mention of the name, "Sesshoumaru," his head snapped up. He demanded, "My bastard of a half- brother is coming?!"
I smiled. "Yes."
He scowled. "Try to act more like me, would ya? Smiling doesn't suit my body. And you still talk with that strange accent of yours."
I smiled again. "Maybe it would help if you acted a bit more like me instead of changing things around you to adjust. YOU still talk like a prat."
He made a face, at last saying, "I can't promise. I mean, school is so boring. By the way . . ."
He gave a sly grin, continuing, "The Kawa no Koori's are awaiting your, namely, MY command. Our next meeting is tomorrow, where we plot on how to make the dance . . . more lively."
I raised my eyebrows. "Kawa no Koori? Is that your gang or something?"
He laughed, a low, harsh sound, not suiting my looks. "Sort of. We're more like rule-benders. Didn't Hiei tell you that he was a part of it, the second-in-command?"
At this, I smiled. "Trying to extract information from Hiei might be the last thing that you'll ever do."
He agreed. "That guy IS scary."
He said, "You meet them in the back alley way to the right of the school. There's a rather hidden clubhouse. The password is Kokoryuha."
I smiled quietly. Being in a gang wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it was okay, I supposed, if Hiei was there. I said, "About Sesshoumaru . . ."
*~*~*~*~ Mall ~*~*~*~*
Hiei's POV
I was once again wearing Miroku's double earrings and accompanying the surprisingly strong female to the mall. She tried on a long, red Chinese dress. She beamed, "How do I look, Miroku?!"
I pondered for the correct Miroku-ish answer. I stuttered, "Er . . . n-nice?"
She laughed. "Why are you so nervous, Miroku? We're just shopping." With that, she changed back and tossed the dress to me. Her scent clung to it. She smelled of mint, just like Yukina. It was a sharp but addicting sort of scent.
She tried on another one, a black tank top and a miniskirt. She looked like an athlete. She modeled for me, then frowned saying, "Does this make me look fat?"
I was about to retort something, but the words changed as I blurt out, "You never look fat."
She chuckled delightedly as I mentally hit myself for being so stupid. What was I doing, flirting?! She changed into another outfit, a rather sluttish one, I suppose. She asked me with a hint of seduction in her voice, "What about now?"
I was about to say in a flat voice, "You look like a whore," but the "Miroku senses" kicked in as I said, "Sexy."
I WANTED TO KILL MYSELF!!! No wonder Miroku couldn't control himself. The hormones were surging in me right now. I felt . . . perverted. Like Miroku. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't control his stupidity. It was just a good thing that my mind didn't work well with his body. He was probably making me, Hiei, turn into Miroku the second. I shuddered.
Sango changed back into her school uniform. She frowned. "That's the first time you didn't grope me when I wore one of those loose outfits, Houshi-sama."
Giggling, she added, "Not that I miss it or anything."
I rolled my eyes. Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long . . ."
*~*~*~*~ One hour later ~*~*~*~*
Normal POV (Narrator)
Hiei (in Miroku's body, yes) groaned under the weight of clothes he had to carry. He complained, "How much more, Sango?"
Sango chirped, "Just a few more, Houshi-sama!"
She went to the girls' section. "Oh wow! The newest fashions are out! Sorry, Houshi-sama, there's at least thirteen dresses in there that I want!"
Hiei choked. Thirteen?! Give her another hour and she'll clear the store of clothes. He sighed. Girls. He'll never understand them . . .
*~*~*~*~ The Orphanage ~*~*~*~*
Yukina's POV
My brother's sure acting strange. He first turned red at the sight of several really pretty girls who walked by, he's constantly flexing his fingers, as if he were trying to control himself from something, and he's showing off his abdomen by wearing tight clothing.
We were at the old, tattered place that we called home. Hiei walked into the orphanage. I followed him. I smiled at the sight. Inuyasha was sitting on the floor, singing to all the kids. His voice wasn't that bad, either. Actually, it was very good.
When he finished, he looked surprised to see us. He called out questioningly, "Hiei . . . Yukina."
He bowed in recognition to me. Then he told my brother urgently, "Hiei. I have something to tell you."
Inuyasha bowed to me again. "I'm really sorry, Yukina, but this is private."
I smiled sweetly, but inside, I thought with remorse, /They never let me in on their conversations. But what can I do about it? /
*~*~*~*~ Miroku's POV ~*~*~*~*
Inuyasha led me to the woods. I looked at him in surprise, trying to be as quiet as Hiei would be. He looked at me expectantly. I coughed, guessing at what Hiei would say. "What is it."
He stared at me, surprised. But he started, "It's a secret."
I interrupted, "Oh my god, you're gay?!"
He stared at me funny. He cleared his throat purposefully, and replied incredulously, "NO. It's just that . . . I'm . . . not Inuyasha."
That got my attention. "What are you then, Pinocchio?"
He gave a low, obviously forced chuckle. "I'm Shuuichi Minamino."
I scoffed. "Well, obviously! I mean, who wouldn't be like him!"
His dark eyes bore into mine. "I'm serious. Something happened. First I fainted, then I ended up in Inuyasha's body."
Shoot. That's what happened to me. I smiled. "I know. Because I'm not Hiei. I'm Miroku."
He stared at me. "Really?"
I smiled, hoping to lighten the mood. He smiled back, laughing, "So that's why you've been so flirtatious. I was wondering what had happened to Hiei's coldness."
He added, "Just to tell you, 'Hiei' is to meet me in the alley to the right of the school. Be there."
I said, "Fine."
Then he sighed, saying, "Wanna help me paint the rooms?"
I pushed him lightly. "Hell no, not unless there's something in it for me!"
He guessed, "Girls?"
I smiled. "Close. You're to pay for my daily issues of pornography for the next month."
He closed his eyes, saying, "Isn't it mailed to your house, not this orphanage?"
I agreed. "True, but Hiei, who is currently in my body and," I added, "probably being tortured in the mall by Sango, doesn't exactly read it. I'll just pick them up from my house. Capiche?"
He grinned. "Okay. But only if you do a good job . . . Miroku."
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Whew. Finally done. I need more reviews! Sorry, I'm just addicted to reviews, cuz they're the best.
Once again, I threaten this story with a "You review, I update."
Review!