Story: Change of Body
*Yawn* I'm planning to make twenty or so chapters, so I'm not rushing. Yes, I am still grounded (stupid parents . . .)
If it's any help, Yoko is a normal but extremely smart fox, alright?
Now, what should I first do: a) a class field trip to the mountains, or
b) Sesshoumaru's visit?
Write it in the review. It'll help.
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Chapter Ten
Shuuichi's POV
It was school. I was sweating, though not visibly. To everyone else, I would be, well, perfectly calm, to put it lightly. The homeroom teacher barked, "Inuyasha!"
I said coolly, "Present."
He looked shocked, then resumed taking attendance. Kagome passed a note to me. / ( (A/N yes, there is a happy face!) Everyone's surprised/
I shrugged, writing in my perfect script, /So?/
She wrote back, /Never mind. You know that the dance is today, right?/
Ah, the reason for my sweating. I groaned, covering my face with my hands, before answering, /How could I forget?/
She smiled, then resumed her book. Before she did, she wrote to me, /Who did you learn to write from? I wanna learn!/
I smirked. I taught myself, of course. But this was Inuyasha. So I didn't answer. She was too intent on her book anyways.
*~*~*~*~ Nutrition ~*~*~*~*
Hiei's POV
The dance was today! I ran into Inuyasha. No, Shuuichi. I gasped, "Shuuichi, I need your help!"
He arched an eyebrow elegantly. "Oh? The great Hiei, asking ME for my 'pathetic' help?"
I said with exasperation, "Don't tease. I need help with Sango."
He smirked. The damned fox!!! Speaking of foxes, he was telling me about a fox he rescued in the woods the other day . . . Instead of killing him as I would have done a few days earlier, I continued to plead with him.
He sighed, asking, "What happened?"
I explained rapidly, "I was trying to help Yukina when Sango was right next to me, and then she thought that I was cheating on her, so she broke up with me, so now I don't know how to tell her that I'm technically Yukina's brother."
He said thoughtfully, "It could be a setup."
I stared. "Meaning WHAT?"
He stopped smiling. "The same person who made us switch bodies with Inuyasha and Miroku is trying to make us miserable."
I grimaced. "But I was miserable without the break up."
He smirked again. "No, I think you were actually pre-tty happy with Sango . . . Speaking of which, since when were you into girls, O prince of the ice cold heart?"
I flushed scarlet. "I AM NOT, YOU BAKA!"
Damn, he has to tease me about everything . . . And he still didn't answer my question. "But let's say I did think she was pretty cool as a friend. How do I get her back?"
Shuuichi turned serious. "Apologize to her."
I yelped. "You want ME to apologize?!!"
People were staring at us now. Sango sniffed noticeably and ran out of the hall. I heaved a sigh, dragging Shuuichi to the bathroom. "So, continuing, you want me to do WHAT, pretty boy?"
He grinned. "It's either apologize or confess that you are Hiei; I think she'll make a big deal about how you smiled with her and how you lost in video games . . ."
Who was he, a stalker?! How did he know that I lost miserably in video games?! And I never smiled at her in school . . . wait . . . maybe I did . . . once . . . or twice . . .
I looked up at an annoyingly smug Shuuichi, grumbling, "Alright, I'll do it."
His hands went to his mouth in pretend shock. "The great Hiei, actually LISTENING to me, for a GIRL?!!"
He was getting obscenely annoying right now. Since when did he call me "the great Hiei?" I muttered, "Shut up, pretty boy."
He smiled. The bell rang.
*~*~*~*~ Lunch ~*~*~*~*
Sango's POV
I sighed in the table, where there was this huge, empty spot where Miroku used to sit. The lecher-who-recently-stopped-cheating-on-me was weird, but I really missed him. I sighed, picking at my food; there were more than fifty fork holes in my otherwise untouched mashed potatoes.
"Can I sit?"
My heart was beating rapidly. "Miroku?"
He grinned, sitting down, though I didn't say anything. I saw the now familiar gleam in his eyes that only started a week ago. He was suddenly more mature, more innocent . . . more likeable. If an award was given for Most Nervous Person, I would win it.
He proceeded to sipping his drink, saying abruptly, "Sorry, Sango."
I smiled gently. "For what? I chased you away without letting you explain. So. Explain."
Honestly, I could see the sweat in on his hair. He gulped. "I don't like Yukina. She's – sort of – well, I couldn't stand by and watch her get molested, now, could I?"
I pouted. "Who are you to talk, he-who-grabs-a-butt-every-two- seconds?"
His jaw fell. He demanded, "Mir – I mean, I haven't touched ANYONE for over a week!"
I waved an imaginary flag. "Hurrah! A new record!"
He looked pathetic! I giggled. "Just kidding, Houshi-sama. I believe you. Thanks."
His jaw finally closed. I kissed him on the cheek, saying, "The dance is today after school, or did you forget?"
I could, literally, see the blood rushing to his head. His face was almost as red as the ketchup on his plate. I grinned, "What are you blushing for, the kiss, or the question?"
He turned scarlet, sputtering, "Neither! It's just—"
His hand accidentally slipped. Ketchup splattered onto the floor and onto . . . Kikyo.
She shrieked, "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR, YOU STUPID IDIOT! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE HAVING FUN IN MIROKU'S BODY—"
She yelled so loud that I could barely make out what she was saying. She trembled; people were staring. She left, running, to the girls' bathroom. I looked at Miroku, expecting him to me sheepish – but no, he looked strangely suspicious. For what? Was it something that Kikyo said?
I took his arm. "You don't have to ask me. I know you'll go with me. Let's go to class."
He looked down, flushing. I laughed, pulling him into class. The bell rang. My day was getting better.
*~*~*~*~ After School but Before the Dance (Like, thirty minutes) ~*~*~*~*
Shuuichi's POV
I was, as I was in the morning, nervous. I fidgeted while Kagome, laughing, fixed the tie. Brushing my – Innuyasha's – long, black hair, I looked in the mirror for a moment. Then I asked Kagome, "Can you excuse me for a moment?"
She smiled warmly. Yes, the one that makes the stupid hormones rush. She replied, "Sure!"
I ran hurriedly to the orphanage. I didn't know what made me do it, but I wanted Yoko, whom I already knew and recognized with ease, as if I'd known him for years, to come. He was whining when I came in. I smiled, gasping for breath.
"Shall we go?"
Yoko purred, following me back to school. I grinned at Kagome, who laughed when she saw the silver fox following me.
"You couldn't resist bragging that 'dog boy' attracts foxes too, huh?"
I smiled politely. We entered the auditorium.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next chapter is going to be a bit serious. It's to build up the story, you know? There's a reason why I put Yoko at the dance scene.
Again, push the "Go" button. Oh yeah, and thanks for the reviews. Ja!
*Yawn* I'm planning to make twenty or so chapters, so I'm not rushing. Yes, I am still grounded (stupid parents . . .)
If it's any help, Yoko is a normal but extremely smart fox, alright?
Now, what should I first do: a) a class field trip to the mountains, or
b) Sesshoumaru's visit?
Write it in the review. It'll help.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Ten
Shuuichi's POV
It was school. I was sweating, though not visibly. To everyone else, I would be, well, perfectly calm, to put it lightly. The homeroom teacher barked, "Inuyasha!"
I said coolly, "Present."
He looked shocked, then resumed taking attendance. Kagome passed a note to me. / ( (A/N yes, there is a happy face!) Everyone's surprised/
I shrugged, writing in my perfect script, /So?/
She wrote back, /Never mind. You know that the dance is today, right?/
Ah, the reason for my sweating. I groaned, covering my face with my hands, before answering, /How could I forget?/
She smiled, then resumed her book. Before she did, she wrote to me, /Who did you learn to write from? I wanna learn!/
I smirked. I taught myself, of course. But this was Inuyasha. So I didn't answer. She was too intent on her book anyways.
*~*~*~*~ Nutrition ~*~*~*~*
Hiei's POV
The dance was today! I ran into Inuyasha. No, Shuuichi. I gasped, "Shuuichi, I need your help!"
He arched an eyebrow elegantly. "Oh? The great Hiei, asking ME for my 'pathetic' help?"
I said with exasperation, "Don't tease. I need help with Sango."
He smirked. The damned fox!!! Speaking of foxes, he was telling me about a fox he rescued in the woods the other day . . . Instead of killing him as I would have done a few days earlier, I continued to plead with him.
He sighed, asking, "What happened?"
I explained rapidly, "I was trying to help Yukina when Sango was right next to me, and then she thought that I was cheating on her, so she broke up with me, so now I don't know how to tell her that I'm technically Yukina's brother."
He said thoughtfully, "It could be a setup."
I stared. "Meaning WHAT?"
He stopped smiling. "The same person who made us switch bodies with Inuyasha and Miroku is trying to make us miserable."
I grimaced. "But I was miserable without the break up."
He smirked again. "No, I think you were actually pre-tty happy with Sango . . . Speaking of which, since when were you into girls, O prince of the ice cold heart?"
I flushed scarlet. "I AM NOT, YOU BAKA!"
Damn, he has to tease me about everything . . . And he still didn't answer my question. "But let's say I did think she was pretty cool as a friend. How do I get her back?"
Shuuichi turned serious. "Apologize to her."
I yelped. "You want ME to apologize?!!"
People were staring at us now. Sango sniffed noticeably and ran out of the hall. I heaved a sigh, dragging Shuuichi to the bathroom. "So, continuing, you want me to do WHAT, pretty boy?"
He grinned. "It's either apologize or confess that you are Hiei; I think she'll make a big deal about how you smiled with her and how you lost in video games . . ."
Who was he, a stalker?! How did he know that I lost miserably in video games?! And I never smiled at her in school . . . wait . . . maybe I did . . . once . . . or twice . . .
I looked up at an annoyingly smug Shuuichi, grumbling, "Alright, I'll do it."
His hands went to his mouth in pretend shock. "The great Hiei, actually LISTENING to me, for a GIRL?!!"
He was getting obscenely annoying right now. Since when did he call me "the great Hiei?" I muttered, "Shut up, pretty boy."
He smiled. The bell rang.
*~*~*~*~ Lunch ~*~*~*~*
Sango's POV
I sighed in the table, where there was this huge, empty spot where Miroku used to sit. The lecher-who-recently-stopped-cheating-on-me was weird, but I really missed him. I sighed, picking at my food; there were more than fifty fork holes in my otherwise untouched mashed potatoes.
"Can I sit?"
My heart was beating rapidly. "Miroku?"
He grinned, sitting down, though I didn't say anything. I saw the now familiar gleam in his eyes that only started a week ago. He was suddenly more mature, more innocent . . . more likeable. If an award was given for Most Nervous Person, I would win it.
He proceeded to sipping his drink, saying abruptly, "Sorry, Sango."
I smiled gently. "For what? I chased you away without letting you explain. So. Explain."
Honestly, I could see the sweat in on his hair. He gulped. "I don't like Yukina. She's – sort of – well, I couldn't stand by and watch her get molested, now, could I?"
I pouted. "Who are you to talk, he-who-grabs-a-butt-every-two- seconds?"
His jaw fell. He demanded, "Mir – I mean, I haven't touched ANYONE for over a week!"
I waved an imaginary flag. "Hurrah! A new record!"
He looked pathetic! I giggled. "Just kidding, Houshi-sama. I believe you. Thanks."
His jaw finally closed. I kissed him on the cheek, saying, "The dance is today after school, or did you forget?"
I could, literally, see the blood rushing to his head. His face was almost as red as the ketchup on his plate. I grinned, "What are you blushing for, the kiss, or the question?"
He turned scarlet, sputtering, "Neither! It's just—"
His hand accidentally slipped. Ketchup splattered onto the floor and onto . . . Kikyo.
She shrieked, "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR, YOU STUPID IDIOT! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE HAVING FUN IN MIROKU'S BODY—"
She yelled so loud that I could barely make out what she was saying. She trembled; people were staring. She left, running, to the girls' bathroom. I looked at Miroku, expecting him to me sheepish – but no, he looked strangely suspicious. For what? Was it something that Kikyo said?
I took his arm. "You don't have to ask me. I know you'll go with me. Let's go to class."
He looked down, flushing. I laughed, pulling him into class. The bell rang. My day was getting better.
*~*~*~*~ After School but Before the Dance (Like, thirty minutes) ~*~*~*~*
Shuuichi's POV
I was, as I was in the morning, nervous. I fidgeted while Kagome, laughing, fixed the tie. Brushing my – Innuyasha's – long, black hair, I looked in the mirror for a moment. Then I asked Kagome, "Can you excuse me for a moment?"
She smiled warmly. Yes, the one that makes the stupid hormones rush. She replied, "Sure!"
I ran hurriedly to the orphanage. I didn't know what made me do it, but I wanted Yoko, whom I already knew and recognized with ease, as if I'd known him for years, to come. He was whining when I came in. I smiled, gasping for breath.
"Shall we go?"
Yoko purred, following me back to school. I grinned at Kagome, who laughed when she saw the silver fox following me.
"You couldn't resist bragging that 'dog boy' attracts foxes too, huh?"
I smiled politely. We entered the auditorium.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next chapter is going to be a bit serious. It's to build up the story, you know? There's a reason why I put Yoko at the dance scene.
Again, push the "Go" button. Oh yeah, and thanks for the reviews. Ja!