The Switch
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Dislaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters.
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"Come on, monk."
"Where are we going, Inuyasha?"
The hanyou grumbled as he led the monk through the forest. "Kagome's mad at me so to make it up to her, I told her I'd keep you away while they took a bath."
Miroku sighed. I was really looking forward to Sango taking a bath. Why did Inuyasha have to upset Kagome? "Come on, they'll never see us," he pleaded.
"Nope," Inuyasha replied firmly.
"Don't you want to see?"
Inuyasha stopped. "Hey, I'm not the one who can't keep his hands and eyes off his woman."
"Don't you ever want to just reach out and-"
"No, you pervert. Don't talk about Kagome like that."
A smile twitched at the corner of Miroku's lips, he always enjoyed provoking his half demon friend. "I'm sorry Inuyasha," the monk retorted smugly. "At least I admit that I'm in love with Lady Sango."
"What are you trying to say?" Inuyasha demanded, his hands forming fists at his sides.
"Oh nothing," came Miroku's dismissive reply.
Before Inuyashacould spita comeback at the monk, a creature appeared out of the grass in front of the two with a pop. It announced in a squeaky voice "It sounds like you two really don't understand one another. You could use a little assistance in your love lives too. Maybe I can help."
Both of the men's jaws dropped open and they looked at the 'thing' and then each other in surprise. About two feet tall, the creature looked like a cross between a mouse and a chicken. Its two wings were covered in dull gray fur and it had a beak along with a mouse-like tail. Four chicken-like feet scratched at the dirt and the thing's absurd mouse-like head complete with a red crest bobbed up and down when it spoke.
Finally Inuyasha broke the silence. "How the hell did you sneak up on me? I think I'll be helping you leave," he sneered.
"Oh no, I'm not ready to leave yet," the mouse-chicken squeaked cheerfully. "It won't hurt and it's really simple."
Miroku had finally gotten his mouth to work without bursting into laughter. Keeping his voice neutral, he protested calmly. "Thank you for your generosity but I think we can handle this ourselves."
"I disagree, Mr. Monk, sir," the chicken-mouse objected. "I really want to help you guys out. Here goes." Giving the hanyou a look that clearly said 'don't waste your time,' Miroku grabbed Inuyasha's arm to stop him from murdering the mouse-chicken.
"Come on Inuyasha, let's go." But the monk found he couldn't move. Feeling as if his eyes were glued on the absurd creature in front of him, Miroku suddenly felt dizzy. In fact, he decided to close his eyes before the swirling colors that had been the forest made him sick. Beside him, Inuyasha was feeling the same way. After a moment, both collapsed to the grassy ground, down for the count.
"They should learn their lesson, thanks to me," the mouse-chicken decided, pleased with its successful spell. With another pop that no one heard, it vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
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A/N: From here on, when I say Miroku, I mean Miroku in Inuyasha's body and Inuyasha means Inuyasha in Miroku's body. That is how I will refer to them. Let the confusion begin!
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The next thing Miroku knew, something was tickling his face. Opening his eyes, he saw Inuyasha's silver hair partially obscuring his face. When he started reaching his right hand up to brush it away, the monk stopped. Since his body parts hadn't changed overly much for the past 18 years of his life, like most people, he never really examined them very often or very closely. But now Miroku looked at his hand in wonder. No glove. No prayer beads. No kazaana. And in place of his normally short fingernails were claws. A second later, he felt his ears twitch as a soft rustling sound approached. What's going on? And why can I twitch my ears? Well, one thing at a time, I suppose.
Miroku went back to getting Inuyasha's hair out of his face. But when he pushed it away, he found that it hurt, as if someone were yanking his own hair. After sitting up, the monk examined himself. Long silver hair flowed down his back and he looked down to see Inuyasha's red haori instead of his black and purple robes. Curiously, he felt his ears which were now on top of his head. Short soft fur met his clawed fingers. Miroku had always wanted to touch the half demon's ears but he knew his death would soon follow any ear rubbing.
"Inuyasha? What are you doing? What happened to Miroku?"
As his friend emerged from the bushes, Miroku jumped to his feet. "Ah, Lady Kagome-"
When Kagome looked at him strangely, he realized that Inuyasha never spoke that way. And Kagome thought he was Inuyasha! "Actually, I am not-" the words caught in Miroku's mouth. For some reason he hadn't been able to complete the sentence with the word Inuyasha. It just wasn't humanly (or even half-demonly) possible."Ah- you see, I kept that monk away while you were taking your bath," he said instead.
"Do I want to know why he's unconscious?" A hint of exasperation was audible in her voice and Miroku realized that Inuyasha-no, he- was going to be 'sat' soon if he didn't play his cards right.
Seeing his own form sprawled on the ground, Miroku just stared, dumbfounded. "Actually, I need to talk to him for a minute. Tell La- Sango that we'll be back soon."
What on earth has gotten into him? Kagome wondered. Since when does he call me 'Lady Kagome' and why is he concerned about Sango? I don't think I want to know why he was rubbing his ears either. Shaking her head, the girl just rolled her eyes at her crazy half demon friend.