A/N If you are just tuning in feel free to ignore this message- if you are just beginning at this update please take note that this story has been revised and this chapter reflects the following revision.

1. Third person pov- Inuyasha and Miroku are referred to by name based on their personalities and minds not the body they are residing in. References to Houshi or Hanyou are based on appearance.

2. Miroku and Inuyasha's pov are intuitive.

3. All other pov are unaware of any switch so are based on the assumption that Inuyasha and Miroku's minds reside in their proper bodies.

This I believe is the most intuitive way to describe things- I hope no one is confused… all right on with the show.

Robes of a Different Color

Disclaimer: It's probably safe to assume that if I didn't own Inuyasha and the associated characters for the first four chapters I probably don't own him now…but I'll keep you updated.

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Inuyasha awoke to the sweetest sound possible.

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"Shippou!!! I'm going to kill you, you little bastard!"

"Kagomeeee!!!! Make him stop!"

"Inuyasha, OSWARI!"

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"Mrphulm"

Perhaps this will not be so bad after all, The black haired man stood, paused for a moment and then very deliberately wiped the rather large smile off his face. Oh this is going to be good.

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Buddha save me, who would have thought Inuyasha was right all along? Shippou really is a malicious youkai sent from hell to torment me, or Inuyasha rather…which I guess is me now…damn it. The hanyou was cursing under his breath but from his place on the ground grass and dirt had worked their way into his mouth, nose, and ears making all sounds mumbled.

When the subduing spell wore off he was finally able to free his head from his new dirt home only to see his former face smiling quite brazenly at him. Now Miroku was not a conceited person, he simply had an acute awareness of his own good looks, but to see his own face, his own face meaning the face that Inuyasha was now wearing and quite rudely directing bubbly cheerfulness at his new prone form, well that familiar face, that open smiling mischievous handsome face, that same face; had decidedly and suddenly become the single most irritating face he had ever seen. His own smiling face was making him very very angry.

He had been angry before, though as one in the service of Buddha he usually was able to keep most anger carefully hidden behind an impassive wall focusing the energy to more productive outlets, channeling it towards constructive ends. Certainly even when pushed to exhibit his anger outwardly it had taken a great more then a smug smile to stroke even the tiniest flames of anger. Getting angry over a smile or a childish prank was ridiculous it was something Inuyasha would do, not something he would do. Despite the logical inconsistencies in his behavior he was angry, and not the type of angry that you can just push down and forget, this was the type of angry that only went away when you had banked said anger with sweet warm blood. Now part of him recoiled in horror at the errant thought, but a much larger vocal part of him was grimly delighted.

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Ooh! He makes me so mad! Kagome picked distractedly at a tendril of hair as she padded down the path besides her companion. Just one morning I'd like too not wake to the sound of Inuyasha yelling, Shippou crying, some youkai trying to eat us. Kagome juggled her towel and water container in her arms, dropping her brush on the ground in the process.

"Stupid me, stupid stupid!"

"Kagome-chan what's the matter?" Sango turned to see her friend straightening from the ground.

"Hmm? Oh I forgot the soap; I left it sitting on my sleeping bag."

Even though they had only left camp about two minutes ago, she really didn't want to go back and deal with Inuyasha's attitude. On the other hand there wasn't much point to washing up without soap

"Keep going on ahead, I'll just run back and get it and then catch up with you, ok?"

"Oh, ok." She watched her friend retreat with a smile.

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A small part of Inuyasha felt a little sorry for Miroku. After all he had an intimate knowledge of how unjust Kagome could be with her ritual subduing. What Kagome failed to realize was that Shippou was a youkai sent from hell to torment him, or apparently his form, which Miroku was now in, which meant no more subduing, which made the black haired man smile quite widely at the prone form of his former figure. Even to a hanyou with exceptional strength being slammed into the ground did not feel good, in fact it hurt quite a lot, perhaps not enough to inflict permanent damage to his body, but certainly enough to damage his pride. That sort of undeserved treatment by a girl, a small fragile human girl, well that was worse then any sort of physical damage his bastard brother had ever inflicted. The violet eyed man smiled wider when he realized with relish what sweet revenge it was seeing Miroku prostrate on the ground for something so undeserved, much like his own treatment from the girls the night before. The small part of him that felt sorry for the hanyou evaporated in the cool morning air.

Kagome and Sango had gone to the lake to freshen up and retrieve water for the morning meal shortly after subduing the hanyou. Shippou had scampered off somewhere with Kirara retreating no doubt to a safe distance until Kagome returned, not wanting to be alone with the larger fiercer easily angered male without some form a protection.

Leaving only Inuyasha and Miroku in the camp. So there was no one to see Inuyasha, albeit in Miroku's body, standing over the red clad hanyou beaming happy bubbly glad-for-once-I'm-not-you thoughts at his prone form; no one except the victim himself, who seemed to be stirring from his dirt home.

Inuyasha continued to smile at his companion as the man spit clumps of dirt from his mouth and removed grass from his nose and ears. Though he was disappointed that the subduing spell had released him so quickly, the purple robed man was somewhat comforted by the fact that Kagome was sure to subdue him many times over before they could reach the village Miroku had told him about and return to their proper forms. Especially if he had anything to do with it, a plan already beginning to take shape in his mind.

Still smiling at the red clad form, he was somewhat taken aback by the look that seemed to be glinting in the hanyou's eye. Now to be sure he had never seen that look before on his own face, well while he was wearing his own face that is, but he had seen it enough times in the face of other youkai to know that it was defiantly not a good sign. Beside the look, he could sense gathering youki, dark and dangerous, the sort that he'd felt only from Naraku or possibly from Sesshoumaru, this was his youki he realized unquestionably and unerringly his own youki radiating off of the body-swapped Miroku.

Inuyasha was confused, why was Miroku so angry? Yes getting subdued hurt, it was humiliating true, but the sort of anger that seemed to be rolling off of his body like thick black waves was completely and utterly unprovoked. Even without Testusaiga, which he noticed was laying a few feet away discarded in the fall from the tree branch, it took much more to provoke this sort of change. He'd spent his whole life keeping a check on his anger, sure it might seem like he was short tempered to others, but that was just part of his personality. When he was annoyed or frustrated or sad or sometimes even happy he would shout, or swear, or perhaps rip a tree or two to shreds, or on occasion rough Shippou up a little. He couldn't walk around acting like a pansy; he already had enough people looking down on him because he was a hanyou or because a school girl could subdue him with a word, without showing his emotions so obviously. But to get angry well it took a lot more then falling out of a tree. Then he realized that Miroku had not had over half a century to control the youkai blood that resided within his new body, and was probably ill prepared for the experience. Shit! He took a step back, his smile gone, this is not good.

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"You'd think I was a youkai sent from hell to torment him, the way he acts." Shippou explained to the small fire cat youkai. Shippou sucked leisurely on the lolly Kagome had given him when Inuyasha, the big meany, tried to bite his head off just minutes earlier.

"I mean Kirara you should have heard the things he was saying in his sleep."

Kirara cocked her head to the side and mewed for Shippou to explain himself.

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Hmph, so if I sneak around the other side of the camp maybe I can get the soap without a confrontation. It's not like I'm, scared of Inuyasha or anything. Kagome shuffled her feet uncomfortably, eyes scanning for said dog-boy as she flanked the camp, to hopefully put off any impending arguments until after breakfast.

Truthfully she had sat Inuyasha just as much for hitting Shippou as she had to hide her own embarrassment.

The activities of yesterday had proven to be excellent fodder for inappropriately embarrassing dreams that concluded with a particular hanyou emerging from a lake naked and wet and then advancing on a particular school girl that could do nothing but stand in shocked awe. He stood before her in all his glory no hint of bashfulness or shame and cupped her cheek in his hand. She had looked up into his eyes both surprised and embarrassed by the tender gesture, to find earnest honey pools staring intently back. He lowered his lips until they were mere centimeters from hers. She could feel the heat of his breath tickling her skin, and the wild erratic pace of her own heart. He parted his lips as if to whisper something to her, she could see her name hovering on his tongue…and then he said it. Her name did not come out like a whisper, more like the high pitched keening of an injured animal. She bolted upright, still flushed from her dream, took one look at her surly dream man and the dangling kitsune and did the only thing she could have possibly done in such a circumstance.

She sat him, and headed off to the stream to 'cool off' before having to face him again.

Ehh? Shippou-chan? Kagome was pulled out of her revelries when she heard the voice of the kitsune child relaying some story to the bantam fire cat.

Inuyasha was moaning something about ME in his dreams? The blush reached even the tips of her ears as she crouched down to listen to Shippou further.

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Kirara mewed again. They were standing a good distance off from the camp, the warm sun dappled through the budding canopy. Not all the trees had leaves yet but most had at least flowers.

"I know because Sango's rendered Miroku unconscious for less."

Shippou turned to regard a furry caterpillar inch along a blade of grass.

Kirara sat by her companion not interested in the caterpillar herself, batting at a particularly sinister looking blade of grass.

"Inuyasha's acting weird, I mean I know he would try to hit me if I woke him up with a face full of water, but he was moaning Sango's name in his sleep, and something about firm butts." Shippou confided in a hushed voice.

"The only thing to do was wake him up before he embarrassed himself or worse yet made Kagome cry."

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The flushed excitement that Kagome had felt when she thought that perhaps Inuyasha was dreaming of her while she dreamt of him was quickly replaced by dumb shock.

If it had been Kikyou she wouldn't have been surprised, upset yes, surprised no. They had a past together, a history, and as much as it irritated her to admit it she knew Inuyasha still had feelings for the undead miko. But Sango? If Inuyasha liked Sango, she honestly didn't know how to feel. Could she be jealous of Sango, her friend that she loved?

Being resentful of Kikyou was easy; it was irritating to be compared to the perfect Kikyou. Kikyou that came first, Kikyou that looked the same, Kikyou that stole your soul and tried to suck Inuyasha into hell.

Even if Kagome had no deeper feelings for Inuyasha would still not want him to be with HER. But Sango was a different story.

Sango who was strong and kind hearted; who didn't need constant saving, who could protect herself and hold her own in battle. Sango, who could more easily relate to being alone in the world having lost her entire village, or who knew what it was like to fight your own bother, Kagome could see a kinship there one that she knew she couldn't offer.

The more Kagome thought about it the more it made sense. Inuyasha never prevented Sango from leaving to run errands, or called her a bitch, or told her that she was ugly or that she smelled bad. And most importantly he never compared her to Kikyou.

She felt betrayed, she felt hurt, but mostly she just felt incredibly stupid.

Get a hold of yourself girl, just because he had a dream about Sango doesn't mean anything, right? She laughed a weak laugh to herself.

"Yeah it doesn't mean anything; he's still got Kikyou anyway."

And besides Sango loves Miroku, and I'm fairly sure he feels the same way about her. Everybody loves Sango. Kagome sighed and left her hiding spot quietly so as not to alert Shippou to her presence as she finally made the rest of her way towards there camp; not staying to here the rest of the child's discourse.

That's right everybody loves Sango, including you, can you really begrudge your friends' happiness, Kagome forced a small smile, of course not.

Kagome really didn't feel quite so bad coming back to camp to get her soap anymore. The lingering effects of her dream had been completely dowsed by Shippou's revelation. In fact she was hoping that maybe he would start to bitch as soon as she got to camp. Sitting him almost always made her feel better.

She would just have to keep an eye out to see if her suspicions were confirmed.

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Kirara mewed and climbed into Shippou's lap.

"Yeah, you're right, but it's weird, I mean I never heard him say Kagome's name like that in his sleep, or anybody's name for that matter. Well their was that one time he said Kagome's name but it wasn't like THAT and there sure as heck wasn't anything about firm butts- just smelling like flowers."

Kirara mewed again.

"Oh you're right, how could I forget the time he whispered Sesshoumaru's name and something about pretty hair, that's pretty disturbing come to think about it, maybe Inuyasha's a bigger freak then I thought."

Shippou dusted himself off and trotted down the path, Kirara followed close behind.

"Maybe we should keep an eye on him anyway, just in case."

Kirara hissed her hackles raised and tail stiff.

Shippou turned towards the feline confused, "What's the matter Kirara?" But then he felt it too, youki, Inuyasha's youki. Were they being attacked? Didn't he have Tetsusaiga? Why can't I feel the presence of any other youkai in the area?

"Come on Kirara let's go."

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He saw the object of his anger take a step back; his smile faltered his honey toned skin paled. There was a sound, he realized, a deep rumble that sounded like an avalanche in the distance, which seemed to be coming from him. He was growling, and the part of him that would be very disturbed by this development had fled, and the part that remained found the sound deeply satisfying as satisfying as the scent of fear that seemed to roll off of the black haired man.

The wind blew his hair first east and then west, his silver bangs shadowed his eyes, but he could still see quite well. The black haired man took another step back, looking confused he noted. His hair had come loose from his ponytail and the loose strands danced lightly in the wind.

Miroku stood slowly and cracked his knuckles. He regarded the sharp foreign nails with a detached fascination; he chuckled lightly as they lengthened and his former figure visibly swallowed and took another step back.

Shit! This is bad, very bad. Inuyasha took another slow cautious step back.

Inuyasha raised his hands in a placating motion. "He, he, now Miroku just calm down; you need to relax." He said and laughed; but it was the kind of laughter that had no lungs behind it. It sounded rather like the rustling of fallen leaves and it hovered uncomfortably in the stillness of the camp.

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Next time: More chaos ensues, in a bit more light hearted manner

A/N: Alright I know not only do I not update this for awhile but I end it with a cliff hanger, but calm down unless I can think of a funny way for Miroku to kill Inuyasha it's just not going to happen- this is humor not horror.

Anyway while you wait for this fic to be updated again (check back around next weekend) check out my other two current stories-

The Mononoke of Forest Keep

The Sleeper

Read and Review: Alright was this chapter any good, honestly? Let me know what you think- criticism is always welcome.