Story: Change of Body
Ok, now I know it's been a long while since I've updated, but my mom's put *heavy security* on my room -_- she pops in random hours, and threatens to erase everything I've ever written if she sees me writing *sigh*
You can blame me for getting a B on my math . . . Asian parents, ya know?
I hope you enjoy the long-awaited chpter! (I'm being sickeningly cheerful, huh?)
By the way, Miroku'll learn something from the Change of Body: how to enjoy the life without pornography. ^^
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Chapter Fifteen
Shuuichi's POV
It's been several days since the accident. I'm feeling perfectly fine, but still . . . the bumbling doctors and nurses insist that I stay for a while longer, no doubt to collect more money.
Kagome visited every day after school, thank god. I was getting sick of reading and watching TV during the long school hours. It was one of the reasons why I liked school, though many people didn't understand.
I also missed other things very much: my mother, the teachers (well, not the teachers so much), teasing Hiei, and the people who surrounded me on all sides. And, much as I wanted to, I couldn't tell Kagome my secret. I swore myself to secrecy.
Sesshoumaru was never around, unlike my brother, Shuuichi, who, strangely, has the same name as me. Of course, that was back when I had my old body. I thought wistfully, /I like Inuyasha's body, and his life, but I belong to my world, not his./
I smiled. How selfish of me. I thought darkly, /Now that the fight is over, I bet that Inuyasha's back to the old games./ (A/N Not so, Shuuichi!)
*~*~*~*~ Inuyasha's POV ~*~*~*~*
I yawned, skipping school as usual, and thinking. Shuuichi had been brave then. Much braver than I would've thought. Braver than I was, even. I would never take the bullet for Kagome. I blinked. But I almost did.
I snickered. How like me, to contradict myself. Wait. If I contradicted myself all the time, then how was my thinking so clear? If I didn't take the bullet for Kagome, then Shuuichi would have, but if I did, he still would have, and if I was fast enough—
I hit my head. My thinking was so scrambled! So . . . either way, to sum it up, Shuuichi was braver than me. I guess.
*~*~*~*~ Miroku's POV ~*~*~*~*
It was after school; the field trip was in a few days. Hiei's hormone level was incredibly low. I haven't felt a surging excitement in my "place where the sun doesn't shine" for a couple of days, even when there was a total hottie passing by. (Ruka and Yura and Botan all asked me out. To my utter surprise, I refused them.)
And even though my mind was used to all-perverted thoughts, Hiei's body spasmed greatly to what I was thinking. My subconscious mind, of course, thought of girls 24-7, but . . .
I messed up my hair, looking at the porn magazines Shuuichi had so kindly paid for with disinterest. When had I started thinking like Einstein? I snuck a look at Yukina: beautiful as usual. But . . . now that my mind was slightly more sophisticated, thanks to Hiei (Hey!!! I liked pimping people!), I didn't feel like having "fun" anymore.
I mean, now I knew why Hiei was so . . . cold. I don't like people! This short body of his utterly rejects contact with others. I sighed. My mind: girls. porn. Must have both... Hiei's body: Attack. Evade. Use both to achieve ultimate goal. Power.
I sighed. Life used to be so simple . . .
*~*~*~*~ Hiei's POV ~*~*~*~*
"Let go of me, woman!!!"
Me, as usual, to Sango. In vain, of course. Sango pleaded, "Come on, Houshi-sama, it'll just be for a few more minutes . . ."
I yelped as her nails dug into my skin. "That's what you said two hours ago . . ."
She grinned. "Well, too bad for you, huh?"
When she DID finish buying clothes, we went to her house. I promptly went to the bathroom to think, locking the door so that a certain she-devil wouldn't interrupt my meditation. In a while (I had been in there for around thirty minutes) there was a pounding on the door. "C'mon, Houshi- sama, I know you can't still be constipating, it's almost been half an hour! Well . . . if you're trying to break your last shitting record of thirty one minutes, you still have five minutes to go!"
I heaved. This was too much information right now . . . I opened the lock slowly and half-guiltily. I looked down, preparing for . . .
Sango jumped on me. "Houshi-sama, I told you there was still five minutes! Oh well . . . play Soul Calibur II with me!"
I frowned. "Ask Kohaku."
She pulled my ear. "I wanna play with you!"
I sighed. "Kohaku's better."
She grinned. "I want someone I can whip at that game."
I sighed again, but her will was too strong. I forced myself to grin. "Alright."
I walked to her room, preparing, as she said, to be whipped at video games.
*~*~*~*~ Kikyo's POV ~*~*~*~*
I grinned at Naraku, who gave me a dumb-looking thumbs-up gesture. The bus (the stupid teachers decided to get the bus ready a few days beforehand) had a remote controlled switch on the wheels. I sweated a bit: Neither one of us knew how to drive. What if we messed up?
I shook my head. It can't go wrong! It won't! Muahahahahaha!
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Veeery short one, I'm afraid . . . Sorry.
Review. Lots of work . . .
Ok, now I know it's been a long while since I've updated, but my mom's put *heavy security* on my room -_- she pops in random hours, and threatens to erase everything I've ever written if she sees me writing *sigh*
You can blame me for getting a B on my math . . . Asian parents, ya know?
I hope you enjoy the long-awaited chpter! (I'm being sickeningly cheerful, huh?)
By the way, Miroku'll learn something from the Change of Body: how to enjoy the life without pornography. ^^
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Chapter Fifteen
Shuuichi's POV
It's been several days since the accident. I'm feeling perfectly fine, but still . . . the bumbling doctors and nurses insist that I stay for a while longer, no doubt to collect more money.
Kagome visited every day after school, thank god. I was getting sick of reading and watching TV during the long school hours. It was one of the reasons why I liked school, though many people didn't understand.
I also missed other things very much: my mother, the teachers (well, not the teachers so much), teasing Hiei, and the people who surrounded me on all sides. And, much as I wanted to, I couldn't tell Kagome my secret. I swore myself to secrecy.
Sesshoumaru was never around, unlike my brother, Shuuichi, who, strangely, has the same name as me. Of course, that was back when I had my old body. I thought wistfully, /I like Inuyasha's body, and his life, but I belong to my world, not his./
I smiled. How selfish of me. I thought darkly, /Now that the fight is over, I bet that Inuyasha's back to the old games./ (A/N Not so, Shuuichi!)
*~*~*~*~ Inuyasha's POV ~*~*~*~*
I yawned, skipping school as usual, and thinking. Shuuichi had been brave then. Much braver than I would've thought. Braver than I was, even. I would never take the bullet for Kagome. I blinked. But I almost did.
I snickered. How like me, to contradict myself. Wait. If I contradicted myself all the time, then how was my thinking so clear? If I didn't take the bullet for Kagome, then Shuuichi would have, but if I did, he still would have, and if I was fast enough—
I hit my head. My thinking was so scrambled! So . . . either way, to sum it up, Shuuichi was braver than me. I guess.
*~*~*~*~ Miroku's POV ~*~*~*~*
It was after school; the field trip was in a few days. Hiei's hormone level was incredibly low. I haven't felt a surging excitement in my "place where the sun doesn't shine" for a couple of days, even when there was a total hottie passing by. (Ruka and Yura and Botan all asked me out. To my utter surprise, I refused them.)
And even though my mind was used to all-perverted thoughts, Hiei's body spasmed greatly to what I was thinking. My subconscious mind, of course, thought of girls 24-7, but . . .
I messed up my hair, looking at the porn magazines Shuuichi had so kindly paid for with disinterest. When had I started thinking like Einstein? I snuck a look at Yukina: beautiful as usual. But . . . now that my mind was slightly more sophisticated, thanks to Hiei (Hey!!! I liked pimping people!), I didn't feel like having "fun" anymore.
I mean, now I knew why Hiei was so . . . cold. I don't like people! This short body of his utterly rejects contact with others. I sighed. My mind: girls. porn. Must have both... Hiei's body: Attack. Evade. Use both to achieve ultimate goal. Power.
I sighed. Life used to be so simple . . .
*~*~*~*~ Hiei's POV ~*~*~*~*
"Let go of me, woman!!!"
Me, as usual, to Sango. In vain, of course. Sango pleaded, "Come on, Houshi-sama, it'll just be for a few more minutes . . ."
I yelped as her nails dug into my skin. "That's what you said two hours ago . . ."
She grinned. "Well, too bad for you, huh?"
When she DID finish buying clothes, we went to her house. I promptly went to the bathroom to think, locking the door so that a certain she-devil wouldn't interrupt my meditation. In a while (I had been in there for around thirty minutes) there was a pounding on the door. "C'mon, Houshi- sama, I know you can't still be constipating, it's almost been half an hour! Well . . . if you're trying to break your last shitting record of thirty one minutes, you still have five minutes to go!"
I heaved. This was too much information right now . . . I opened the lock slowly and half-guiltily. I looked down, preparing for . . .
Sango jumped on me. "Houshi-sama, I told you there was still five minutes! Oh well . . . play Soul Calibur II with me!"
I frowned. "Ask Kohaku."
She pulled my ear. "I wanna play with you!"
I sighed. "Kohaku's better."
She grinned. "I want someone I can whip at that game."
I sighed again, but her will was too strong. I forced myself to grin. "Alright."
I walked to her room, preparing, as she said, to be whipped at video games.
*~*~*~*~ Kikyo's POV ~*~*~*~*
I grinned at Naraku, who gave me a dumb-looking thumbs-up gesture. The bus (the stupid teachers decided to get the bus ready a few days beforehand) had a remote controlled switch on the wheels. I sweated a bit: Neither one of us knew how to drive. What if we messed up?
I shook my head. It can't go wrong! It won't! Muahahahahaha!
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Veeery short one, I'm afraid . . . Sorry.
Review. Lots of work . . .