Ha! Back off Rin! Sesshie is MINE! Oh, wait, no, he isn't. He belongs to Rumiko Takahashi like everything else related to the Inuyasha series. Ranma ½ also belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Oddly enough, I'm not attracted to anyone from the Ranma ½ series.

Oh, and this story was inspired by vol. 21 of the Ranma ½ series. This chapter in particular was especially inspired by it. It's because of similarities of behavior between my too favorite lechers, Happosai and Miroku!

Hehehe, it just occurred to me that the "human" Seshoumaru has a rather unnatural hair color. Oh well.

Oh, important note. I don't know how the timelines for Inuyasha and Ranma ½ line up. I don't know if the springs were cursed yet at that time or not. For the purposes of this story, they were.

Thanks to Crazed14yearold, firyfeline and kogainuyashashesshylover for reviewing!

Important: as much as I like posting the last bits of each previous chapter at the beginning of every new chapter, with this series, it isn't practical. I'll post a list of who turns into what so far, but that's all, unless I feel it's necessary.

So far, when touched by cold water…

Sesshoumaru becomes an adolescent human girl.

On with the chapter.

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Ch. 2- Seeing Double

Sesshoumaru watched with satisfaction as the lecherous monk fell with a splash into a nearby spring. He wondered absent-mindedly whether he would come out as a female or not. It mattered not. If he was not properly groveling afterwards Sesshoumaru could always kill him. It would serve him right for what he did. He would not tolerate being groped like that by a female inu youkai in heat, much less a human.

"Hmph. Serves him right." Muttered Sango.

"I take it that is typical of the monk?"

"Yes, unfortunately."

"Yeah, but was that necessary?" Kagome wondered aloud. "I mean I know he was being unreasonable, but what if he turns into a girl too?"

"Maybe he will learn to show a little more respect for the child bearing gender of your species."

"Who, that lech? He'd probably start womanizing himself." Sango growled.

"Got that right." Sighed Kagome.

At that moment, the lechers in question popped to the surface of the water. Sesshoumaru watched lazily as the humans crawled out of the water, and he observed the shocked looks on their face.

Hang on thought Sesshoumaru, "Humans"? There are two?

Yes, unbeknownst to the group, Sesshoumaru had inadvertently thrown Miroku into the cursed spring of drowned twins. The two monks climb out of the spring and very carefully make their way to shore.

Miroku (both of them) stared at the group in confusion. Why did they look at him like that. They looked around, and suddenly noticed each other.

"Oh," they said simultaneously, "I seem to be having an out of body experience. Hang on, why is my body saying my thoughts?"

"M-Miroku! There are two of you!" stuttered Shippo.

"Really?" The eyes of both monks went wide as saucers, and they turned to each other and grinned mischievously. Sango didn't like where this was going. The two monks huddled together, whispering. They looked up, eyed Sesshoumaru, eyed Sango, and returned to muttering with their heads together. Finally, they seemed to come to a decision.

"We'll take turns! Who gets who first?" They turned their back to the group, and played rock, paper, scissors to see who got whom first. Then they spun around, and before anyone could react, the monk on the left went to Sango, and the monk on the right went to Sesshoumaru.

"Hello!" They piped simultaneously.

"Back away, lecher!" Sango growled.

"This Sesshoumaru will not be bothered to amuse humans." Sesshoumaru said flatly.

"That so?" Asked Sesshoumaru's monk cheerfully. "ok then, I'll just have to find some way to amuse myself." With that, the monk snaked one arm around the demon lord (or lady, in this case) and grabbed her butt with the other hand. Sesshoumaru growled and tried to push him off, in this case, she would need more momentum to overpower the zealot monk.

Sango had not faired much better.

"Back away, lecher."

"Sango, I am hurt," pouted Sango's monk. "I am but a simple monk, and am above lecherous deeds."

"Right." Sango said, her voice seething with sarcasm.

"Sango, I'm your friend, it hurts hearing so much mistrust from you, and with our history."

"IT'S THAT HISTORY THAT-"

"No need to shout dear Sango. Here, you need a hug."

"Stay away!" Sango raised her hirikotsu menacingly. Miroku looked genuinely hurt by the gesture.

"I see. Very well."

"Miroku?" Sango asked hesitantly, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I don't need a hug…"

"Hrm…" Sango looked at her friend's downcast eyes. She sighed. "Alright, one hug. But you better not try anything!"

"Ah, see! See how much better it feels to open up and trust, rather than being so suspicious all the time!" Miroku came forward and hugged her tight. Sango was pleasantly surprised by the warmth and sincerity of his hug. She sighed, and relaxed into her friend's embrace. …Maybe I was wrong about him…

Don't grab her butt. Don't grab her butt. Don't grab her butt. Miroku kept repeating it in his head over and over. He knew she was depending on him not to grope her, and he wasn't going to betray her trust. That didn't mean he didn't want to, or that he didn't have to struggle internally not to, but she needed a hug and she would never trust him to give her one again if he screwed up now.

The sound of a monk's staff clattering to the ground broke the monk's train of thought, and Sango's warm daze. The other monk had dropped his staff while falling to the ground, with a very swollen cheek after a second failed attack on the beautiful "Lord" Sesshoumaru. Sango started to squirm in her monk's arms, suddenly uncomfortable at the lengthy hug. Miroku sighed, and let go.

"Sango, you would agree that I am not hugging you?"

"Yes…"

"And I have therefore successfully hugged you without groping you?"

"Yes…" Sango definitely didn't like where this was going.

"Good." And without giving her a second to react, he rushed forward, wrapped his arms around her and eagerly groped the object of his obsession with both hands. Sango shoved him away and swung her hirikotsu, hitting him squarely in the chest. The monk was sent flying, in the direction of the springs.

For a fearful moment, Sango thought he would land in another spring. He probably would have, if a certain inu hanyou hadn't stumbled in front of him at the wrong moment. Miroku bumped into Inuyasha, and fell to the ground. The hanyou, however, was not so lucky as to land on land.

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Hehehe, this is fun. It's weird, I've got more than one story going right now, so I'm bouncing back and forth between stories. I have this, Rin is Bored (It's been days, yikes!), another story I haven't posted yet, and Mini Skirt Mayhem (Full Metal Alchemist). I also wrote another story based on the Dragonlance series, but it was a one shot, and besides, I don't like the lack of community in that category. It's nice, reading reviews by people who write stories that I eagerly await the next update to. I didn't get a single review for the other one, and other stories in that category mostly don't get as many as four. I might write another story for that series, but I don't think I'll bother posting. Besides, I only wrote it because there was a particular story I've been wanting to read that just wasn't being written on this site, so I wrote it myself since I couldn't figure out how to suggest a story to other authors. I probably won't write another for that series. Besides, Inuyasha and FullMetal Alchemist keep me busy enough (smiles). Please Review!