Story: Change of Body

Sorry for the loooooooooooooong writers' block . . . -- . . . I was creating, like three other new stories . . . in another account . . . plus I was really, really lazy.

If you want something insane funny (I think it is) and just as weird, try reading Inuyasha One Half. It's (even) better than Shuiichi One Half (though in Tsuyu's opinion, anything is better than that crappy, YAOI story I wrote a while ago . . . eh heh . . . would girl Inuyasha Kagome count as yuri?!).

Chapter Eighteen

Miroku's POV

I glowered at Kikyo. Since I'd already got wind of what she'd been up to, doubled with how she seemed to be containing laughter, I concluded that Kikyo was the with who forced us to change bodies with one another . . . and who threw Sango and Hiei out the bus.

I sighed, leaning back into my seat. It was wiser not to confront her, at least not until we were all gathered together. I bit my lip. Speaking of which, I didn't know whether Hiei and Sango were even alive or not. I demanded, "Excuse me, Mr. Bus Driver . . . I request permission to search for our . . . missing students."

I could've sworn that Kikyo was glaring at me. That's because she WAS glaring at me. The "responsible" bus driver cocked an eye at me. "Why?"

I slammed my fists into the seat. "Because they're my friends, damn it, and by the way," I grinned slyly, "you could get sued for not taking responsibility."

I was allowed out, and I wrapped Hiei's weird cloak around me for warmth. I could've sworn that I heard some girls sighing because of 'Hiei's' bravery . . . oh well. I had marked exactly where they had fallen, but I really was surprised that the teachers let me go alone. They were real dumbasses.

I hadn't walked for five minutes before I saw them, huddled in a snug little embrace. How cute. But wait. I took a few steps closer and saw that they were asleep. Sound asleep. If they didn't get help, they would freeze! But I can't carry them both, and the bus was a long way away . . .

Shuuichi's POV

We were at the entrance of Genkai Stadium, which I thought was a horrible name, but hey, it attracts tourists, at least, right? Kagome was giggling like mad when the owner of the park, namely, Genkai, made me balance for twelve minutes on a pointed needle protruding from the ground. I think that it's a requirement or something, because Hiei told me about it.

We had a good time on the rides, but I felt a rush of guilt every time she called me "Inuyasha." Suddenly, I saw a familiar looking man, an adolescent girl, and a child. I called out, "Sesshoumaru, Kagura, Rin!"

I was surprised that Kagura hadn't attended the field trip, and even more surprised that she was with "my" older brother. And the same went for Rin. I asked Sesshoumaru, puzzled and delighted, "Rin was the one you were adopting?"

I had always thought she was nice, if not a bit shy, but the other kids thought she was freaky. I guessed the way she didn't respond to abusive treatment scared them. Sesshoumaru's smooth voice came over. "Indeed."

I asked Kagura, "Why aren't you attending the school field trip. . . you know?"

She obviously had an old grudge against Inuyasha from the past. "You're asking me nicely, mutt-face, so I guess I'll answer. That—freak, Naraku, wants a date with me, and my seat," she made a face, "is right next to his."

Kagome asked both of them, "So why are you two . . . you know, hanging out?"

Sesshoumaru replied, "She's my secretary, and it was Rin's idea for us to 'hang out.'"

I demanded, "You've got a job?"

Kagura replied darkly, "My parents don't work. I lied about my age . . . Sesshoumaru knew, but he didn't tell on me."

"Oh."

Rin smiled brightly at us. It was the first time I saw her like that. She told us excitedly, "Miss Kagura seemed lonely. So Rin wanted them to spend time together. And Rin hopes that they will one day marry and—"

Sesshoumaru cut in, the embarrassment barely concealed from his voice. "Rin. Quiet."

I struggled to contain my laughter. It seemed that she talked more now. She answered with a happy but obedient, "Yes, m'lord!"

I murmured to Kagome, "I want to know how he got her to saying lord."

She whispered back, "It doesn't help his ego much, either."

Sesshoumaru coughed slightly, and giving us a slight wave he commanded, "Rin. Come."

Turning to me, he smirked slightly. "I'll see you around, little brother."

They left. Kagome stated, "That was friendly."

I laughed. "Yeah. It was, for once."

"Must be the fact that you've changed so much."

I paused. This statement . . . we would find a cure, right? I didn't belong in Inuyasha's body. Yes, I loved Kagome, but . . . wait, who said anything about love? Gah—should I tell her? I should, shouldn't I? Yoko nuzzled my hand. Yes, I would.

I replied artfully, "Maybe we should sit down."

She smiled and contemplated. I sat down, too. Clasping my hands together in a sophisticated manner, I regarded my — Inuyasha's — best friend. "Maybe this isn't the time or place to say this, but . . . I have to. Please. Hear me out?"

Kagome nodded slowly, as though she were uncertain of what I would say. I took a breath and started. "Well, in the beginning of the year, I think Kikyo might have held a grudge against me . . . and she bewitched us — that is, to say, those that you see as Shuuichi, Hiei, and Miroku — so that we were . . . not ourselves."

"Go on."

I sighed. "I apologize for keeping this from you for so long. I'm not Inuyasha . . . I'm Shuuichi."

Insert crickets. She stood dumbfounded. I was twitching my thumbs together nervously. Okay, Shuuichi, get ready for a slap in the face for deceiving her. She was still standing like a stone statue. I waited. SOMETHING HAPPEN ALREADY!

I stammered, "L-listen, I didn't mean to deceive you or anything, it's just —"

It started out soft. She was giggling. Then she started laughing. Laughing, and laughing, and laughing, like it was the funniest thing that she had ever heard. I demanded, a little red in the face, "What's so funny?"

"Oh-pardon me— I, I didn't mean—I'm not laughing at YOU— see, i-it makes sense, now—" she giggled some more, "I mean, why you don't like ramen, why Shuuichi— your body—was acting so jerkish, why your handwriting was so neat— you especially puzzled me there when you said 'please.'"

I just stood there, staring at her. She finally calmed down, saying, "Yes, I believe you . . . Lemme guess, Miroku and Hiei are each other, right?"

She's smart. I nodded, slowly. She started laughing again. "I can't wait to see their faces."

I nodded, and would've said more, but just then, my – Inuyasha's — cell phone rang. I picked it up, drawling, "Yeah?"

The familiar, strange voice — Miroku's expressive tone mixed with Hiei's cold voice — bombarded me. "You baka! You don't just go, 'yeah,' to everyone who calls! It's really annoying you know!"

I shrugged. Then Miroku sounded a bit, no, a lot, more worried. "So, Shuuichi . . . do you have a car or something?"

". . . yeah, why?"

He explained the matter in ten seconds flat. I hung up quickly and went to retrieve my keys. What on earth were they doing in a snowstorm? Kagome ran up to me, genuinely worried. "What's happening?"

I murmured, "Hiei, Sango, Miroku . . . they're trapped in the mountains . . ."

"What? We have to help!"

I forced a smile. "That's what we're doing."

We drove out quickly, a determined look in my eye and a worried one in Kagome's. /Let's just hope you guys are okay . . ./

OKAY! Done . . . don't expect me to update fast, I have school, I'm lazy, the story is almost over . . . yeah. There're at least five more chapters left, so . . . don't worry.

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