I think perhaps, I should dedicate this chapter to you Reality. J
Yori - reliable
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"The spell will be temporary. Can you tell me your exact words Kagome?" Surprisingly, Kumi didn't find it unnerving to ask Kagome a question, but have it directed toward Miroku. Kagome, in Miroku's body, sat with the gloved and beaded hand in the grasp of the other and looked up with sad eyes.
"It hurts," the male voice whispered. She turned to face her body and the man that was inside it. "I...I didn't know."
"It doesn't hurt that much, Kagome-sama." A small female hand laid atop the open palm.
"No," Kagome agreed. "But...it's a cold pain."
Miroku used Kagome's other hand to wipe the tears off his own face. It was an odd sensation.
"Kagome, you must tell me your exact words," Kumi repeated. There was sniffling.
"I said 'I wish you knew how it felt to be me when you're like this, or I knew what the heck is going through your head,'" she answered, again with the manly voice and averted her eyes, content to cradle the cursed hand and look at the wall through watery eyes.
"Alright, it seems as though you are in each other's bodies and have access to each other's minds. I think that, with the way your wish was worded, the body will act the same, and do the same things as it normally would, but Kagome would be seeing and feeling everything that happened to Miroku's body and Miroku would be seeing and feeling everything happen to Kagome's body." Kumi paused at the confused look in the cinnamon eyes of Kagome. "You will see Miroku; give me your right hand."
Miroku held out Kagome's hand, marvelling at having such a small, delicate one belonging to him. Kumi deftly made a small cut on a finger with a blade that had previously been concealed. Both Kagome's body and Miroku's body gasped lightly at the sudden twinge of hurt, each holding out their index finger. The finger belonging to Kagome's body had a shallow cut and a single drop of blood. The finger belonging to Miroku's body was unharmed. Both look at that finger in confusion.
"It seems you are able to feel the pain of your real bodies. Miroku can feel the pain of the Kazana when his mind in Kagome's body, and Kagome can feel the cut on her finger though her body is occupied by Miroku. It is like a security for the soul." Kumi let this sink in before she continued.
"I think you may be able to see each other's thoughts and memories as well." The two looked at each other.
"Well? Try it," she added impatiently. Miroku looked down at the green skirt he was wearing, while Kagome chose to close her eyes.
"Tell me what you see," Kumi said softly.
Kagome's voice began quietly as Miroku looked through her memories. "I think...Yes, I'm in your house. S...Souta, your brother, he's watching a box...a T.V.? Wow, they have things like that in your time?" Kagome's mind supplied the right words for him, and what the unfamiliar objects were for.
Kumi cleared her throat.
"Sorry, umm, I'm walking into a room with lots of cabinets, the kitchen. Kagome, you look like your mother. I feel...happy...loved....I think it was the time you had gone back after staying here for a couple months straight."
"Do another," the elderly miko requested.
"It's in our time. Kagome's following Inuyasha in the forest. And...he's with Kikyo..." A tear crept it's way on the cheek of Kagome. "You felt so betrayed, but you still loved him...tried to understand that his first love..." the voice trailed away.
"I'm so sorry Kagome, I didn't mean to pry." Kagome interrupted, speaking in the deep voice of Miroku.
"It's alright. I'm you when...when your father died. I can feel myself screaming. I feel so helpless, and there's an ache in my heart." she paused. "But I can't cry, it won't let me...Miroku's body won't let me."
"I have gotten over the grief long ago, Kagome-sama. I need not cry now." Miroku answered. Gods this is horrible; Kagome-sama has access to all my innermost thoughts and feelings.
"I'm going to find a happy one," Kagome continued and after a moment began to speak.
"I'm in the bushes...it's kind of foggy, or steamy. I feel excited, and happy, but a little bit nervous."
Miroku let the long blue-black hair of his new body hide his face. He knew where this was going.
"...parting the bushes...hot spring...me and Sango naked! What! He's just sitting there watching us wash!" Kagome yelled indignantly. "And he's getting aroused by it!"
"Heh heh...umm Kagome-sama?" Wow, Miroku thought, he looked imposing when he was angry.
"Kagome!" Kumi yelled startling her out of her anger. "You cannot hit Miroku while he is in your body! You have his strength now, and could seriously damage him...in your body..."
She looked angry at the lack of words to explain.
"Alright, Kagome, your name will be Kagroku, short for 'Kagome in Miroku's body' and Miroku, your name will be Mirome, short for 'Miroku in Kagome's body' and that will make any explanations clearer."
The two nodded.
"Now then," she continued. "Kagroku, you cannot hit Mirome, because you will damage your own body with Miroku's body's strength. Plus, you will feel the hit as well."
"Oh, okay," Kagome said in comprehension.
"But you better believe I owe you one!" she concluded menacingly
"As much as I wish to study this further, I think you two should be going to bed; it is very late into the night. You will see in time the extent of the spell. I will send for Yori. She will show you to a room."
Kumi got up, leaving the two alone in the room. It was less than a half a minute, but it felt like forever to Kagome. The same woman who brought them inside the temple led them to a small room also within the temple that had two pallets on the floor.
Miroku was surprised to feel his mouth moving. That is, the mouth of Kagome's body, and hear the words,
"You better not lay a hand on me houshi, or I'll tell Inuyasha."
Kagome looked at him oddly.
"It just popped out!" he exclaimed in her own falsetto voice.
"Is that what you think of me, Kagome-sama?" Kagome felt the same sensation as Miroku's body answered of it's own accord. She looked at her own body that now housed a perverted monk.
"Let's just go to sleep, Miroku," she sighed, taking back control.
"Agreed, Kagome-sama."
Both stood facing each other for all of three minutes. "I think we should be on opposite sides, just in case your hands begin to wander on their own," she told Miroku. Her body sighed.
"If you wish Kagome-sama."
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About halfway through the night, Kagome felt herself wake up due to Miroku being a light sleeper. The cause of this was a muffled 'Wow' coming from the opposite side of the room. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust, and then she needed time to understand what she was seeing. Her body was sitting up, had her shirt and bra off, and was...juggling her breasts.
"What are you doing!?"she tried to screech, but it left Miroku's vocal cords a hoarse bellow. Her body stopped in mid-juggle.
"Uh, I was..." Miroku tried to explain, but he was cut off.
"Because I would have helped," was the suggestive remark. Before the confused look could even alight on the face feminine face, Kagome let out a yell.
"You and your dammed perverted mind! Let go of my breasts!"
"Listen Kagome-sama," Miroku told her, still with the bare chest in the air. Kagome tried to concentrate on what was being said, but found she could only sit along for the ride as Miroku's body began reacting to her body's nakedness. She felt blood rushing toward the loins she was now stuck with. She was very aroused....no...his body was very aroused. Kagome struggled for control.
"Put some clothes on! And if you touch me in that way again, I'll cut your..." she gestured toward the lower half of her new body. "...Off!"
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The next morning, before anyone came to the room, Kagome and Miroku sat down for a talk.
"All right, so no telling Inuyasha or Sango or anyone, right? I mean it's only temporary."
"Right," Mirkou answered.
"No deliberately touching of MY body, or your body pays the price, right?"
"Right."
"Well, then anything else you can think of?"
"Nope, not right now!" he chirped.
"Was that my body being excited, or you being excited?" Kagome asked with little anime sweat drops.
"Uh, you...I think," he answered sheepishly.
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Kumi saw them off later on that day. She said that the spell might last for a week or so, and to expect to have some traits of the other person when they finally got their bodies back...at least for a little bit. They walked in silence, the only mishap when Miroku's body groped Kagome's. Kagome's body had reacted with a slap to his face.
"Hey!" Kagome said holding the cheek. "That hurt!"
"I don't know why I slapped you...er...why your hand slapped my face! From what I can see from your memories, you not only like the attention, you like the way it feels!"
Kagome's jaw dropped open in shock and a slight blush managed to creep up onto the masculine cheeks.
"You know that?" she gasped. Miroku nodded affirmation.
"Alright, I kind of like the way it feels. But if you look again, I also think it's degrading and embarassing," Kagome said with a sniff.
"But not as much as you like it," He answered with a smirk. Kagome never noticed how...sexy she looked when she smirked. And then they both had to speak of other things as the barrier, and a white-haired hanyou came into view. Kagome watched her body wave and call out 'We're back!' excitedly.
How did Miroku act exactly like me?
"Just lose yourself in my mind," Miroku said in a low falsetto voice, as if answering the question in her mind. Kagome looked at him...at her...with the corner of her eyes, but did what he suggested. She let go of her iron grip on reality, and Miroku's subconsious took back control. She felt like she was being driven in a car; you could see and hear everything, but you weren't in control. It was easier this way; she didn't have to pretend to be Miroku to try to fool everyone. Maybe she would stay like this for the rest of the time she was in Miroku's body.
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I'm hardly editing and it feels odd. Maybe I need a beta.