Story: Change of Body
BTW, I am totally grounded, so . . . it's kinda hard to get the words in. sorry for the wait, though.
K, this it the fluff (I think)
Chapter Seventeen
Hiei's POV
I held onto the rock with one hand. I remembered Kikyo glaring at me when I almost succeeded in pulling Sango up. I was now convinced that she was the one who cursed us.
My other hand was still grabbing onto Sango. It was a horrible position to be in, with an unconscious and heavy girl below you, and nothing but a loose rock to hold onto. I sighed, holding on for dear life.
Sango's POV
I woke up, shivering wildly, my head burning. I was really uncomfortable, looked up, and saw why. Miroku was holding onto me with one hand, and holding onto an insecure-looking rock with the other. I said, rather hoarsely, "What do you have in mind, Houshi-sama?!"
He bit his lip, saying, "We'll jump."
I yelled, "No way! You climb up!"
He shouted back, "I've been clinging here for half an hour already. Don't make my patience even shorter, woman! Besides, even without this nuisance, I wouldn't take orders from you. I don't take orders from anyone."
I gasped. Miroku never talked to me like that before. For some reason, this made me more . . . more understanding, so to say, rather than angry. I felt like I knew this new spirit in him. And I liked it. I closed my eyes, ready to jump.
I glanced up, remembering. "Miroku . . . if we don't make it, I . . . I love you."
I saw him wince. I whispered softly, "Here goes . . ."
I let go of his hand, falling, falling falling . . . I landed on soft snow. I looked around in surprise. The storm had cleared. With it, the ledge looked like a bottomless pit. Without it . . . it was really rather shallow. I shivered. It was cold, too. My head hurt even worse. Miroku called down in a gentler voice, "Are you okay . . .?"
I sneezed. I managed to call out, "Just . . . fine . . ." before fainting from the burning dizziness in my forehead.
Hiei's POV
I climbed down, Sango's weight now relieved. I had heard her feeble reply. What happened to her? I landed on snow. I looked on the ground. "Sango!"
I looked at her flushed, unconscious form and felt her forehead. It was burning against the freezing cold. My thinking was frozen like the wintry place I was standing in until Shuuichi's advice broke through (that was, like, last year). /If you're stranded, the first thing to do is to find shelter/
I looked down at Sango again. The snow was hardly a shelter, especially as she was nearly burning up with fever. An igloo? Out of the question. I spotted a small cave partially hidden from the snow. I tossed Sango, who was surprisingly silent (I heard that unconscious people moaned a lot or something), over my shoulder and started towards the cave.
As I reached the cave, I put her down. She murmured, "Houshi-sama . . ."
I paused. Was she dreaming about me? No . . . Houshi-sama was Miroku, right? But then I was in Miroku's body . . . So who was she really thinking about? She suddenly tensed up.
"HOUSHI-SAMA, YOU PERVERT!!!"
Her hand clenched up and (remarkably) hit me in the face. I doubled over, my face stinging. I held a hand to my (Well . . . Miroku's, actually) face, shocked and amazed. She even dreamed about hitting Miroku! I cursed and carried her into the cave.
Another of Shuuichi's advice (which I had thought stupidly obvious at the time but was now turning out to be useful, as I had no clue as to what to do) floated into my mind. /If someone is unconscious, you should try to keep them warm as best you can/
I looked down. I did have a jacket, but then I would probably freeze. Sango's hands were cold, despite all the new clothes she had bought. I tensed up. I didn't have to do that thing Shuuichi referred to as "sharing body heat" . . . did I?!
Cursing again, I thought about how this was supposed to be done.
Flashback:
/ Shuuichi looked down at me with an amused expression on his face. I had just asked about why the mother in the corny science movie had hugged her child so protectively in the snow.
He grinned. "You see, Hiei . . . like most animals, we need heat to survive."
I rolled my eyes. Obviously. He turned serious. "Okay. If the child was unconscious . . . then her body wouldn't really be able to function fully. So she'll be more susceptible to cold, right?"
I nodded. He smiled at my attentiveness (Well, I listened to him, at least) and continued, "She was hugging her child; it's known as sharing body heat, right? And by doing that, the little girl didn't freeze."
I paused. "But why didn't she leave her child's clothing on?"
He laughed. "Body heat is transferred more easily that way. The clothing blocks both of their heat in, so it's easier to transfer heat through a thin layer of cloth or skin than it is to transfer it through five layers of thick moose skin." /
I winced. Did this mean . . . I had to remove Sango's clothing? I shook my head. No way.
As I watched, Sango's breathing became even more labored; even if she were dreaming about killing Miroku, I didn't think that she could've done it in her state. I growled to no one in particular, "Fine! Shuuichi, you win." (Looking back, he seemed to be teasing me, even when he wasn't)
I winced as I pulled off Sango's sweater. That was fairly easy, I guessed. When all that she had left on was a skin-tight tank top (I sighed in frustration. Why the hell did she always wear skin-tight clothing?! I stared at her figure enough as it was), I held her as close as possible to my own body heat. It was more like a protective hug, and I prayed that no one would pass by, even if this was a barren wasteland.
Her shivering slowed and she snuggled closer to me, unconsciously, I hoped. Surprisingly, I was relieved. I thought, /I think she'll recover/
Hours Later
I woke up rather cozily. It was really warm, and besides, my headache was gone. I got up, carefully. I gasped. I had been lying right on top of Miroku (On top of that, nearly all of my other layers of sweaters were gone)! The pervert. I suspected that he saved my life, but I bet he really enjoyed it, too, especially stripping me.
It was freezing around me, so I didn't mind as I settled back into the crutch of his arm. He drowsed, muttering, "Sango . . ."
I looked at him in bewilderment. Why did he say my name? He was still sleeping . . . right? He moved slightly. "I'm sorry . . . for not telling you sooner. I'm . . . Hiei . . ."
I checked his heartbeat and forehead. They were still normal. He hadn't turned insane or anything, right?! As he woke up, I started giggling. He looked shocked, though I couldn't blame him. I was just jittery at the shock of what he had said. If it was true . . . then I had slapped the second hottest guy in school! Above that . . . he had removed my outer layers of clothes. I smiled nervously at him. "You know . . . you talk really clearly in your sleep."
I didn't add Houshi-sama. I wanted to know the truth. He groaned, getting up. "What . . . did I say something wrong?"
I turned serious, crossing my arms. "Something to do with you being Hiei."
He jumped. "What?!"
I didn't faze. "So. Tell me. Are you Hiei? I want the truth . . ."
He met my gaze levelly. "Yes. By some trick of fate, the one you know as Miroku switched bodies with me."
I sat down, sighing. Great. I really did slap Hiei! He must think I was a jerk now. For some reason, my brain didn't process this as a lie; his personality already confirmed that it was true.
I suddenly looked up. Trying to make conversation, I accused, "You took off my clothes. Perv."
He gasped at me, his face turning really red. "It wasn't my choice!"
I looked away (See, I wasn't really upset. But I wanted to see how he would react if I acted disappointed). "I see."
He started stuttering. "Sango—I didn't mean it like that! I mean . . . it was something Shuuichi told me long ago—and I—"
I started laughing. He was really funny when he didn't know what to say! I pushed him back down, snuggling against him, and hoped he wouldn't push me off. "I was joking, Housh— I mean, Hiei."
Hiei didn't push me away. "I'm kinda used to Houshi-sama now."
I sighed, smiling. He wrapped his arms around me, making me gasp. He sighed, too. "You know, when you hug me like this . . ."
I waited. I could see his reluctantly growing smile. "It's not unpleasant."
Sweet Jesus, it's fluff! It's actually, truly fluff! Hooray! Does a jig
BTW, I think PG-13 is wrong. It should be PG or something I suck at stories when it comes to kissing and the Great Beyond shivers (c'mon, u know what I mean by TGB nudge nudge
Review! PS (was it long enough this time?!)
BTW, I am totally grounded, so . . . it's kinda hard to get the words in. sorry for the wait, though.
K, this it the fluff (I think)
Chapter Seventeen
Hiei's POV
I held onto the rock with one hand. I remembered Kikyo glaring at me when I almost succeeded in pulling Sango up. I was now convinced that she was the one who cursed us.
My other hand was still grabbing onto Sango. It was a horrible position to be in, with an unconscious and heavy girl below you, and nothing but a loose rock to hold onto. I sighed, holding on for dear life.
Sango's POV
I woke up, shivering wildly, my head burning. I was really uncomfortable, looked up, and saw why. Miroku was holding onto me with one hand, and holding onto an insecure-looking rock with the other. I said, rather hoarsely, "What do you have in mind, Houshi-sama?!"
He bit his lip, saying, "We'll jump."
I yelled, "No way! You climb up!"
He shouted back, "I've been clinging here for half an hour already. Don't make my patience even shorter, woman! Besides, even without this nuisance, I wouldn't take orders from you. I don't take orders from anyone."
I gasped. Miroku never talked to me like that before. For some reason, this made me more . . . more understanding, so to say, rather than angry. I felt like I knew this new spirit in him. And I liked it. I closed my eyes, ready to jump.
I glanced up, remembering. "Miroku . . . if we don't make it, I . . . I love you."
I saw him wince. I whispered softly, "Here goes . . ."
I let go of his hand, falling, falling falling . . . I landed on soft snow. I looked around in surprise. The storm had cleared. With it, the ledge looked like a bottomless pit. Without it . . . it was really rather shallow. I shivered. It was cold, too. My head hurt even worse. Miroku called down in a gentler voice, "Are you okay . . .?"
I sneezed. I managed to call out, "Just . . . fine . . ." before fainting from the burning dizziness in my forehead.
Hiei's POV
I climbed down, Sango's weight now relieved. I had heard her feeble reply. What happened to her? I landed on snow. I looked on the ground. "Sango!"
I looked at her flushed, unconscious form and felt her forehead. It was burning against the freezing cold. My thinking was frozen like the wintry place I was standing in until Shuuichi's advice broke through (that was, like, last year). /If you're stranded, the first thing to do is to find shelter/
I looked down at Sango again. The snow was hardly a shelter, especially as she was nearly burning up with fever. An igloo? Out of the question. I spotted a small cave partially hidden from the snow. I tossed Sango, who was surprisingly silent (I heard that unconscious people moaned a lot or something), over my shoulder and started towards the cave.
As I reached the cave, I put her down. She murmured, "Houshi-sama . . ."
I paused. Was she dreaming about me? No . . . Houshi-sama was Miroku, right? But then I was in Miroku's body . . . So who was she really thinking about? She suddenly tensed up.
"HOUSHI-SAMA, YOU PERVERT!!!"
Her hand clenched up and (remarkably) hit me in the face. I doubled over, my face stinging. I held a hand to my (Well . . . Miroku's, actually) face, shocked and amazed. She even dreamed about hitting Miroku! I cursed and carried her into the cave.
Another of Shuuichi's advice (which I had thought stupidly obvious at the time but was now turning out to be useful, as I had no clue as to what to do) floated into my mind. /If someone is unconscious, you should try to keep them warm as best you can/
I looked down. I did have a jacket, but then I would probably freeze. Sango's hands were cold, despite all the new clothes she had bought. I tensed up. I didn't have to do that thing Shuuichi referred to as "sharing body heat" . . . did I?!
Cursing again, I thought about how this was supposed to be done.
Flashback:
/ Shuuichi looked down at me with an amused expression on his face. I had just asked about why the mother in the corny science movie had hugged her child so protectively in the snow.
He grinned. "You see, Hiei . . . like most animals, we need heat to survive."
I rolled my eyes. Obviously. He turned serious. "Okay. If the child was unconscious . . . then her body wouldn't really be able to function fully. So she'll be more susceptible to cold, right?"
I nodded. He smiled at my attentiveness (Well, I listened to him, at least) and continued, "She was hugging her child; it's known as sharing body heat, right? And by doing that, the little girl didn't freeze."
I paused. "But why didn't she leave her child's clothing on?"
He laughed. "Body heat is transferred more easily that way. The clothing blocks both of their heat in, so it's easier to transfer heat through a thin layer of cloth or skin than it is to transfer it through five layers of thick moose skin." /
I winced. Did this mean . . . I had to remove Sango's clothing? I shook my head. No way.
As I watched, Sango's breathing became even more labored; even if she were dreaming about killing Miroku, I didn't think that she could've done it in her state. I growled to no one in particular, "Fine! Shuuichi, you win." (Looking back, he seemed to be teasing me, even when he wasn't)
I winced as I pulled off Sango's sweater. That was fairly easy, I guessed. When all that she had left on was a skin-tight tank top (I sighed in frustration. Why the hell did she always wear skin-tight clothing?! I stared at her figure enough as it was), I held her as close as possible to my own body heat. It was more like a protective hug, and I prayed that no one would pass by, even if this was a barren wasteland.
Her shivering slowed and she snuggled closer to me, unconsciously, I hoped. Surprisingly, I was relieved. I thought, /I think she'll recover/
Hours Later
I woke up rather cozily. It was really warm, and besides, my headache was gone. I got up, carefully. I gasped. I had been lying right on top of Miroku (On top of that, nearly all of my other layers of sweaters were gone)! The pervert. I suspected that he saved my life, but I bet he really enjoyed it, too, especially stripping me.
It was freezing around me, so I didn't mind as I settled back into the crutch of his arm. He drowsed, muttering, "Sango . . ."
I looked at him in bewilderment. Why did he say my name? He was still sleeping . . . right? He moved slightly. "I'm sorry . . . for not telling you sooner. I'm . . . Hiei . . ."
I checked his heartbeat and forehead. They were still normal. He hadn't turned insane or anything, right?! As he woke up, I started giggling. He looked shocked, though I couldn't blame him. I was just jittery at the shock of what he had said. If it was true . . . then I had slapped the second hottest guy in school! Above that . . . he had removed my outer layers of clothes. I smiled nervously at him. "You know . . . you talk really clearly in your sleep."
I didn't add Houshi-sama. I wanted to know the truth. He groaned, getting up. "What . . . did I say something wrong?"
I turned serious, crossing my arms. "Something to do with you being Hiei."
He jumped. "What?!"
I didn't faze. "So. Tell me. Are you Hiei? I want the truth . . ."
He met my gaze levelly. "Yes. By some trick of fate, the one you know as Miroku switched bodies with me."
I sat down, sighing. Great. I really did slap Hiei! He must think I was a jerk now. For some reason, my brain didn't process this as a lie; his personality already confirmed that it was true.
I suddenly looked up. Trying to make conversation, I accused, "You took off my clothes. Perv."
He gasped at me, his face turning really red. "It wasn't my choice!"
I looked away (See, I wasn't really upset. But I wanted to see how he would react if I acted disappointed). "I see."
He started stuttering. "Sango—I didn't mean it like that! I mean . . . it was something Shuuichi told me long ago—and I—"
I started laughing. He was really funny when he didn't know what to say! I pushed him back down, snuggling against him, and hoped he wouldn't push me off. "I was joking, Housh— I mean, Hiei."
Hiei didn't push me away. "I'm kinda used to Houshi-sama now."
I sighed, smiling. He wrapped his arms around me, making me gasp. He sighed, too. "You know, when you hug me like this . . ."
I waited. I could see his reluctantly growing smile. "It's not unpleasant."
Sweet Jesus, it's fluff! It's actually, truly fluff! Hooray! Does a jig
BTW, I think PG-13 is wrong. It should be PG or something I suck at stories when it comes to kissing and the Great Beyond shivers (c'mon, u know what I mean by TGB nudge nudge
Review! PS (was it long enough this time?!)