Change of Body

By: Minuiko

Can it be! An update! I created a new story in my Makai Tenshi account called Crimson Tourniquet. Please read and review. Need moooore reviews… Oh yes. And Mitarai's Seaman's last name. xD

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Chapter Twenty-two

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Anonymous Third Person POV

A small, shadowed figure stood in the doorway, a hood covering his pale face. His lips moved quietly, and finally, he took a pocketknife out and made a mark on the huge tree near the entrance. It crossed diagonally through four other lines: a tally of five. Five days passed. Only two more until we attack…

Then he smirked, a quiet one, like his words just moments before. He then whispered, "Seven days, like the seven of us… And with mister Sensui, we're the best… and no dumb gang of high-school students is going to defeat us… we're a family, aren't we?"

Another boy, seventeen years of age, appeared at the doorway, having heard the first boy's quietly spoken sentiment. "Thunder Rider Sniper reporting. That was a stupid question… you're too sentimental with these things, hence your weakness. We may be a team, and we may be a family, but you'll have to cure yourself of that dumb habit of talking to yourself before you can say you're part of 'the best.'"

The boy muttered under his breath, and then smiled at Sniper grimly as he pocketed his knife and pulled his hood down. "Whatever you say, Mister Hagiri. Either way, we have two more days left."

Sniper fingered the small handgun in his pocket and glanced at the sniper rifle in his belt, a sure promise of blood. "We'll slaughter them," he said with a rough grin, reaching down to tousle the boy's hair, a rare sign of affection. They walked in as a young boy, who'd been standing behind the tree the entire time, looked on.

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Shuuichi's POV

Kagome had gone out to shop for convalescence goods (or so she called them), so I was stuck with Hiei and Miroku, who wouldn't get off each other's cases now that the whole Sango dilemma was solved. Currently, she was in recovery, and both of them were nervous.

I smiled as Hiei paced back and forth in the waiting room, growling, hissing, even occasionally clenching his fists and looking like he wanted to throttle something; in short, doing whatever was natural of him when he was impatient. The last time I saw him like this was when Yukina was sick at home and he was forced to go to school worrying sick about her, though he'd never admit it. I beckoned him to sit, but he wouldn't stay still. And he claimed that Sango was the sugar-high one?

Miroku finally took control, his (Hiei's) red eyes soft and teasing: what some people would call horny. A look I'd have to get on camera. I smiled. Blackmail. "Hiii-eiii. Why don't you sit down? On my lap, if you want it." He patted his thighs, smiling beatifically. I snorted.

"Screw you," Hiei told him disdainfully.

"Yes, honey, we all know you want to, but please refrain from your carnal desires until we get home, alright? And might I add how absolutely sexy you look with all those masculine veins popping on your head?"

Miroku was batting his (again, Hiei's) eyelashes flirtatiously, and I was on the verge of choking. I want a camera…right now. Honestly, how out of character could he get? A horny, perverted, gay Hiei… or so the outside world saw it. Miroku must've known how much it would tick Hiei off. Sure enough, Hiei stopped pacing and punched the wall next to Miroku's head, hissing, "Stop that obscene behavior. Right. Now."

Miroku grinned, telling him, "Chill. Look, we know you're worried about Sango, but this is highly irrational behavior, Hiei. Are you sure you won't take up my offer? Limited time offer. You get to sit on yourself. Won't be any more chances once we get our bodies back."

Sit on himself? That sounded wrong… I concentrated on Miroku's last sentence instead. He was so optimistic. I mean, we might well stay in these bodies for the rest of our lives, and here he's telling us, casually, that we'd get back to normal. I admired that. Hiei snorted, some of his anger subsiding. "Sorry, I'm not sure my body— that is to say, that beautiful thing that you're manipulating right now, you bastard— can handle that kind of pressure."

The gasp that followed had a mock-offended tone. "How could you, Hiei? Insinuating that I'm fat? Ugh!"

These two were like free entertainment. Honestly. It was good to have friends that kept you entertained. Hiei wasn't generally a narcissist, but that was so Miroku. Even if he sounded unnaturally like— like a girl. Not that Kagome acted that way. I smiled sweetly at Hiei, adding to Miroku's former request. "My lap is open as well, darling Hiei—"

He growled at me. "Shut up, pretty boy. Oh, and by the way… I never thought that I'd see you sink so low as that, Shuuichi…"

I merely smiled and straightened, remembering that it wouldn't be as effective in Inuyasha's body anyway. No offense to him, but I was much more beautiful than he was. I wondered how he was doing, anyway. Inuyasha.

The nurse came out, an odd bounce in her walk. She had bright blue hair and amethyst eyes, dyed with contacts, no doubt. Then again, Hiei's eyes were his natural color… I think. She smiled brightly, telling us, "Miss Sango is doing much better. The fever has subsided, though she's resting right now. You may see her if you like."

I saw her nameplate. Botan Shinigami. Weird… her name translated to something to the effect of "peony grim reaper." A grim reaper as a nurse? Whatever. I ignored the thought and followed Hiei and Miroku to Sango's room.

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Yuusuke's POV

"When're you gonna let me down, you old hag!"

That was me. Screaming at the sadistic old lady who freaking told me that she wouldn't let me down until I could balance ten large bowls on one foot while standing on my finger, which was tipped dangerously on the tiny needle I went on the first time I went to Genkai Stadium. I was on nine so far. Very amazing already, but it didn't satisfy grandma, oh no.

"When you're on ten, you insolent delinquent!" she screamed back at me.

"Remind me why I'm here again?" I muttered, not quite bitterly yet. I was just annoyed and frustrated. And I wanted to break all nine of the bowls— china bowls— that I had balanced, to smash them into thousands of little pieces. She smirked at me, her hands folded across her tiny form as she quoted in a mocking falsetto, "Hey, Grandma, it's important. Mind training me?"

I cursed. She even got it down word for word. Suddenly, the bowls lost balance and crashed to the floor. She rescued every one of them, the crazy hag, and told me haughtily, "That was miserable. Try again."

I groaned. Here we go again…

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Inuyasha's POV

I locked every door and window, locked them tight. No freaking scary stalker was getting me, Inuyasha Taiyoukai, unwilling relative to Sesshoumaru Taiyoukai (my accursed older half-brother), leader of the Kami no Koori's, number one delinquent at school! And currently in the body of student council president, pretty boy, and homecoming king (I wasn't sure about this fact, but who gave a shit?) Shuuichi Minamino. And geek and ultra-neat-freak, I added.

Oh yes. I was missing Kagome. I could deal with that. I COULD NOT DEAL WITH STALKERS AS WELL! Karasu was probably in the Thunder Rider's group, too… he was definitely creepy enough. I scowled. Kikyou probably was, too. Or, she was the one who paid them off the night of the dance. They couldn't have picked a worse time to fight us.

Right now, I was venting off every single bitter thought, every assumption, and every single thing that had happen to me in this whole fucking crappy school year. And last of all, I WILL KILL YOU, KIKYOU! FOR FUCKING DOING THIS TO ME! ARGH!

I took a deep breath. Okay. I was being unreasonable… my life wasn't bad… I was just really, really stressed because of the stupid field trip… three days with nothing to do, no one to hurt… and… and…

Miraculously, one of the windows had survived my supposed perfect lock-every-door-and-window system. The shutters moved slightly, and I caught a glimpse of Karasu's ugly violet eyes. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAKING STALKER!"

He darted away. Then I heard Shiori Minamino's voice screeching at me. "Shuuichi! WHO ARE YOU YELLING AT?"

"NO ONE, MOTHER!" I called back. Then I sank in the corner of Shuuichi's bed and thumped my head into my hands. Cross the 'my life isn't bad.' My life SUCKS.

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.:Owari:.

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A/N: I know, it got more and more insane as the chapter went on… but it's an update! I suddenly felt more hyper when I was typing Shuuichi's POV. Besides, this is a part comedy fanfiction, so I might as well make it insane. XD

Did you notice that I changed Yusuke to Yuusuke and Kikyo to Kikyou? I'm typing their names like that from now on. It's more accurate, I think.

My next dedication goes to the first reviewer (if any) who guesses correctly who Anonymous in the beginning was! It's not that hard.

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