Switched
A day had already passed, they had one day.
The full moon was tonight.
This was terrible.
The day was slow.
Nothing happened except a few demon attacks.
Kaede searched for a cure, hoping there was some other way to lift this curse.
Sunset was on them before they realized what was happening.
They watched, not sure of what was going to happen.
The last rays of the dying sun faded away, and their bodies yanked themselves towards each other. They had no control.
They managed to grab each other's forearms to keep themselves from coming too close to the other. Their bodies didn't care.
Their heads were jerked forward until their lips were less than an inch apart.
Sango thought at first that their bodies were trying to force them to kiss in a last attempt to save them from being stuck in the others body.
Then she had a sense of drifting, though she still saw through Miroku's eyes.
She saw two orbs of blue.
One from her mouth and one from Miroku's mouth.
They seemed to swirl in a circle, and she realized they were souls; her soul and Miroku's.
She remembered a legend that souls weren't all the same color; only two people destined to have each other had the same color soul, and hers and Miroku's souls were the exact same shade of light blue.
They danced for a moment, and then entered the opposite mouth they had come from.
They both fell, and then sat there, coughing, for a few minutes, finally, panting, they looked up, to see the face of their opposite, not their own face as it had been for the past day.