Change of Body

By: Minuiko

I recently (a week ago, maybe? Does that count as recent?) saw the DVD "Dangerous Games"… I know, I'm behind. But . . . still . . . Yusuke and Hiei were priceless!! And so was Mitarai playing tennis!! Quote: "Hahahaha-hehehe, you're so fulla crap—hehe—"I don't really care"— hahahahahahahahaha—You've been rooting for me, you did all this to help me survive! I told everyone you'd come when we needed you the most, you big softie—hehehehehhe—or should I say little softie!!"  Yusuke, of course. And Hiei's retaliation is priceless as well. "I should've slit your throat when I had the chance . . ."

I'm planning on creating a Harry Potter one-shot featuring Remus and Sirius, but maybe I won't. I've never written a Harry Potter fanfiction before, and I don't know how bad it'll be in comparison to some other really good ones I've read…

Oh yeah! Plus, did you notice how my writing style changed?? Good or bad? I mean, my old style was much less professional and less descriptive, right? But it was so funny. I cracked myself up re-reading it… :)

Mitarai is so cute!! Even though he's . . . a girl . . . in Japanese . . . Oh well. He's still cool. Please read Caught in the Rain. I need reviews. 20 is not enough. Well, onto the story (I sound so sickeningly cheerful . . .)!!

Chapter Twenty

Hiei's POV

I woke up . . . in a compromising position. Miroku's (my) face was the first thing I saw. He was grinning wickedly, looking rather like me when I was right about to kick Kouga's ass on the race track. "Have a nice sleep?"

Blushing, I got myself out of Sango's arms without waking her up. How the hell did that happen? I thought I was the one holding her, not the other way around . . . And was my head resting on that the entire time . . . ack, bad thought, bad thought, don't think of it, Hiei!!

The second thing I saw was Shuuichi and his woman peering with concern into my face, although Shuuichi's held a look of calm that I never thought would be possible on Inuyasha's rowdy face. "How long have you been here?"

"Oh, we just arrived, but you don't appear to have any sign of frostbite, or hypothermia, or—"

I yawned and interrupted with my usual, "Shut up, pretty boy."

Kagome was taking a thermometer and taking Sango's temperature. Meanwhile, I was putting Miroku's clothes back on . . . which reminded me, I had sort of stripped Sango. Unintentionally, unwillingly, but I had . . . And I also remembered hugging her and not minding . . what the hell was wrong with me?

Miroku was now asking me something, his crimson eyes dancing. "Now, how did it come about that the Lady Sango's outer clothes were, oh, um, taken off of her?"

Shuuichi also looked ready to laugh before adding in a light, teasing voice, "Yes, I'd like to know that myself."

"S-shut up! First, it's none of your business, and second, it's all because you, Shuuichi, YOU were the one who told me that warmth transfers more quickly through direct contact."

Miroku had to cut in, as usual. The bastard. "Well, why didn't you go all the way and take off her undergarments as well?"

"To preserve her modesty, and please shut up now, or I'll make you."

"Oh, no, oh, no, Sango!"

We all turned around to see Kagome looking more worried than a person had a right to be. "She has a high fever, and it looks serious!!"

I squirmed. "H-hey, wasn't she fine when I was, er, sharing body heat with her?"

"Well, she's not now . . . we have to take her to the hospital!"

Just a moment ago, she was fine, and looking rather, well, content. Rested. But now, her breathing was shallow, rapid, and there were beads of sweat glistening on her brow. "Houshi . . . sama . . . Hiei . . ."

Miroku and I were eyeing each other. "You think she means you or me?"

While Shuuichi was getting his car warmed up, Kagome was opening the door for us, and chewing her lip nervously. I was carrying Sango, and although Miroku in my body was perfectly capable of doing that (I mean, look at those muscles! That body! Okay, so I was being a narcissist. Who cares?), he was stroking her head and murmuring things to her I couldn't hear . . . it better not be about how beautiful she was, or about her girlish figure (damn myself), or I would have to kill him!

Although I realized that I no longer minded thinking about how nice Sango looked, or smelled, a thought occurred to me. Sango was Miroku's girlfriend. And he found her in my arms (or the other way around . . .), in the snow, outer garments stripped. He knew that she knew that I was Hiei. How did he feel right now? The car started moving.

Miroku's POV

"Do you still like her?"

My image was asking me that. Yes, Hiei. Well, okay. I did like Sango. A lot. But I also liked Kagome, Keiko, Shizuru, Botan, Koharu, etc, etc, not Kikyo, in that way, too. But Sango was the first one to accept me . . . I had to give her credit for that. And she really cared about me, if you looked past the "I'm gonna kill you, you pervert," thing she had going, and how sugar-high she was some of the time.

"About as much as Yukina likes you."

"Which is how much?"

He sounded slightly ticked. Well, forgive me for not knowing that the girl I almost groped was "my own" sister. I quoted from him that time directly before the "gang-bang." "'She holds my existence above all other priorities,' so 'tis said from the ice prince, namely, you."

"You care about her like Yukina cares about me?"

I nodded. He sounded slightly weaker. I guess he really loved his sister. Then I added, grinning, "You don't have to worry, I won't take her from you. I care about her, but in the sibling way."

He was silent for a time. I hoped that he would keep on talking; it would still be a long while until we reached the city, much less the hospital. Then Hiei picked up his head and demanded, "If she's like a sister to you, then why'd you date her?!"

Yusuke's POV

Damn it. Well, obviously, I'd skipped the field trip. It was so god damned boring. But the Thunder Riders (god, what a dumb name) would be here the night those jerks returned from the mountain. In the offensive. While our guys would be caught defenseless. Unprepared. And there would be even more blood. Not that I minded blood. I actually welcomed it, in a way. Blood was something I was used to. Death, however, wasn't.

These guys were ruthless. I mean, okay, Naraku, Kouga, and Sniper were in their group. I could live with that. But they were such cowards, to attack while we were unaware. How did I know? Sniper.

The bastard just came in like he was delivering mail (which, in a way, he was), parked his motorcycle (I wished that I had one like that . . .) in the lot, and told me in that deep, incredibly cold voice of his, "Mr. Sensui expects your team in three days. Don't forget that."

And who else were on that team? He said something about having recruited several new members that were trained better than the goons we fought the first time . . . what a load of crap (in other words, I didn't really pay attention). I suddenly remembered that crazily skilled but creepy old hag in Genkai Stadium, the one who held the martial arts tournament. The tournament that I lost to Miroku in . . . I clenched my fist, and before I knew it, I was walking away from my house, swiftly, with a sudden inspiration.

I knocked on the door. The old lady answered with an annoyed, "Park's not open until six."

"Hey grandma, it's important. Mind training me?"

.:Owari:.

A/N: I know, I know, it's short. Sorry. Oh yeah. I want Yusuke to be slightly more important that he was in the past chapters . . . He is, after all, a nice character. Maybe not as nice as Jakotsu or Nuriko, but nice . . .

I've finally decided on my new characters. I wanna do a mix, alright? It's Bankotsu, Jakotsu, Renkotsu (spoiler: he's gonna die. Good riddance. xD I hate that guy. Almost as much as I hate Ashitare, but still, I hate him.), Seaman, Game Master, Sniper, and . . . that's it. I'm aware that Sniper is already mentioned, but who cares.

Well, I'm done! Review, alright?

PS: Is Mitarai Seaman's first or last name?! I saw two stories mention him as Mitarai, Kiyoshi, saying that Kiyoshi was his first name, which I believe is not true . . . I'm confuzzled . . .