InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Reversal ❯ The Switch ( Chapter 1 )

Reversal

 

A/N: Hello, thar! This chapter is tame. They get increasingly not tame. I will warn you in advance when this occurs. Meanwhile, enjoy…or something.

 

 

 

Chapter One: The Switch

 

“What is it?” Kagome asked, hands on her dirty knees, as she peered at the funny looking statue.

 

Inuyasha shrugged and nudged it with a claw. Nothing happened. The statue, made of green jade, just smiled up at them. It had two faces. One was grinning like an idiot, the other had a deep scowl.

 

“Feh. It's just some stupid statue. I thought you said you sensed jewel shards, wench?”

 

“I did! Or…I sensed something weird.”

 

Inuyasha huffed, making his way out of the small cavern into the dappled sunshine. “Bah! You're always wasting time! I swear if I…” his voice trailed off as she crashed through the woods.

 

Kagome sighed and ran a finger over the smooth, little statue. It was kind of cute in an ugly sort of way. Maybe she would take it and give it to Souta. He'd probably like it. But as her skin touched the cold surface, she shivered.

 

“Yeah, great idea. It could be enchanted or something. I give it to Souta and he turns green.”

Reluctantly, she left it there.

 

~

 

Inuyasha continued to pout and mope, but Kagome just ignored him. His foul mood was not going to bring her down today. The weather was nice and cool, it was a beautiful sunset and her belly was full.

 

When they settled in for the night, Kagome snuggled into her sleeping bag and sighed. She was tired.

She had the same thought three hours later.

 

“Can't sleep,” she mumbled to herself.

 

Her thoughts kept wheeling back to that silly statue. I should just go back and get it. I'm sure it's fine. She told herself as she slid out of her sleeping bag and crept over to her sleeping bag. Carefully, she withdrew a flashlight and snuck back to the cavern.

 

~

 

 

Her first thought upon entering the cavern was relief. There it was, shining brightly in the light from her small flashlight.

 

Her second thought never had the chance to arrive. As she grasped the statue, another hand snaked out and grabbed it.

 

In her shock, she dropped the flashlight, shattering the bulb. Something was growling at her in the thick darkness.

 

“How dare you touch what is mine?” Came a smooth, silky, decidedly male voice.

 

Kagome could not answer. Her heart was in her mouth. Later, she would chalk it up to her impulsiveness…but she tugged. Hard.

 

The figure holding the statue moved so that a bright shaft of moonlight fell over his face.

 

Sesshomaru!

 

I must be suicidal! Kagome thought as she gave the statue another little tug.

 

“Let go, wench!” Sesshomaru's voice was a hiss through his clenched teeth.

 

In fascination, she watched the muscles bunch and twitch at his neck. Then he tugged with all his might. Logically, the statue should have been wrenched from her grasp. It was small, slippery, and Sesshomaru had her beat in the strength department. Instead, Kagome crashed into him, bruising her shoulder on his spiked armor.

 

In horror, Kagome tried to let loose of the statue. She couldn't. She jerked, pulled, used her other hand to try to pry her fingers. Nothing.

 

Her attention was purely focused on letting go of the stupid thing, so focused, she did not notice that Sesshomaru found himself in the same predicament.

 

“This Sesshomaru grows weary of your game, human. Let go now and I may consider making your death relatively painless.”

 

“I can't!” Kagome cried, holding it at arm's length, trying to get as far away from the enraged demon lord as possible.

 

“Liar!” he spat.

 

Kagome was about to protest that she was not a liar, that she was, above all else, an honest person, when a hard kick to her stomach cut off her ability to extol her virtues.

 

The pain was brief. Kagome was pleasantly surprised until she thought that maybe he'd ruptured her spleen and she was bleeding internally and in shock or something.

 

She straightened and took a deep breath. Everything seemed in order, and nothing hurt.

 

“Look,” she began. “I don't know wha-“ She stopped. Her voice was wrong. Very wrong. It was all deep and masculine. Kagome looked down with an increasing sense of dizzy vertigo and saw herself staring up at her.

 

Putting a shaking hand to her forehead, she noticed that not only was the statue gone, but she had claws and magenta stripes on her wrist.

 

“What have you done, you wretched filth?” The voice sounded so weird.

 

Kagome always hated how her voice sounded. At home, she would cringe when her mother would play the answering machine and she would hear her own voice saying something about forgetting the milk, being late, etc.

 

She cringed this time too, and looked down. Shrieking, she flew backwards so quickly she lost her balance and fell on her rump. She was staring at herself.

 

“No, no, no, no, no,” she kept repeating in that smooth, deep voice. Her eyes trailed down to her chest. She gagged. She would ponder how she got into Sesshomaru's armor later.

 

“Okay! No need to panic!” She said as brightly as she could muster. She held out her arms in front of her, to get a good look at them. Them? Nope. She only had one arm. Just one.

 

“Oh, I'd say panic is quite appropriate,” said the girl who was her, the tone icy, the eyes narrowed, arms crossed over her chest.

 

Kagome swallowed at the lump in her throat. “Sesshomaru?”

 

She fought back a hysterical giggle as she watched her body stomp over to where she sat on the ground.

 

“Remedy this travesty this instant!” Sesshomaru did not raise his voice, and even with the feminine lilt, it retained all of his usual cold malice.

 

Kagome shivered. “I didn't do this! Maybe you did?” She offered him a rueful smile, which only seemed to enrage him further.

 

He jabbed a finger at her, complete with dirty nails covered in pink, chipped polish. Kagome had always really liked that shade…

 

Sesshomaru just stared at the finger, eyes wide, mouth slack. “I'm human,” he breathed, sounding almost heartbroken. “I'm human…and female.” His eyes snapped up to her face. Kagome recoiled at the burning hatred she saw there.

 

“Give me my swords.”

 

Kagome stood, staggering a little. Her body felt heavy and light at the same time…and she had to fight the sudden urge to look down her pants. She shook her head.

 

“No way, mister.”

 

“Now!”

 

Kagome's hand went awkwardly to the pommel of one of his swords. “Why?”

 

“I'm going to kill us both,” he hissed, balling his small hands into white knuckled fists.

 

“No! Maybe there's some way to reverse this. Let's just stay calm.”

 

His arms were shaking.

 

“Calm,” she repeated.

 

Kagome scanned the floor of the cavern, looking for that ridiculous statue. “Where did it go? Do you see the statue, Sesshomaru?”

 

She gave herself a mental pat on the back for staying so collected. Instead of curling up into a ball and sobbing like she wanted to, she made plans. Yes, plans were good. She would find the statue and they would just repeat what they had done before. If that did not work, maybe they could rub it or ask it nicely. She made no plans after that.

 

“How should I know? I'm practically blind. Your eyesight is truly pathetic, wench.”

 

“Yeah well, most humans can't see too good in the dark, Sesshomaru,” she huffed. “Where is it? It couldn't have just disappeared!”

 

Plans ruined. Cue panic.

 

She fanned herself, taking deep breaths, trying not to cry. Inhaling so deeply caused her to catch a whiff of something. Blood?

 

 

Sesshomaru was digging his nails into his palms. Blood trickled between his fingers…her fingers!

 

“Hey!” She shouted, jumping a little at the boom of her voice. “Be careful! You don't see me clawing your eyes out or anything! And believe me, I'd like to.”

 

His eyes slid to her face, lips curling in a sneer. Kagome wondered if she had ever looked that hateful. “Harm my body in any way, and so help me I'll-“

 

“Ha! You'll what? You're just a weak human now, remember?” Kagome let the barb fly before thinking about it. She did not want to be mean, but he really made it easy.

 

The sneer disappeared and Sesshomaru's face paled. “This cannot continue,” he stated flatly, dropping to his hands and knees, fingers blindly searching the floor of the cavern.

 

“It's no use. I can't see it anywhere. Let's go get some help. Maybe Miroku or Inuyasha-“

 

Sesshomaru scrambled to his feet and rushed her. He put his finger in her face again. “No! No one must know of this. Ever. We will find a solution.”

 

Kagome waved a hand at him, reveling for a moment in the feel of the air between her now powerful fingers. “How bout…no. You hate me, I trust you as far as I could throw you…wait…I guess that would be pretty far now, huh?”

 

Sesshomaru snarled.

 

“Right, sorry. Anyway, we are going to need some help.”

 

Kagome watched as Sesshomaru widened HER eyes and stuck out HER bottom lip. He even gave a good chin quiver. Then, much to her utter confusion, he clasped his hands under his chin and batted his eyelashes at her.

 

“Oh, Inuyasha!” his voice was sickly sweet. Simpering even.

 

Hey! I don't simper…do I?

 

He went on. “Thank heavens you're here! Sesshomaru was going to kill me!”

 

“Whoa! Hey! That's not fair!”

 

Sesshomaru smirked. “Perhaps I should do that anyway. My half brother would attack you, and you might just be forced to kill him.”

 

“Or, you know, I have a better idea. Maybe I'll just let him kick my ass all over the place. Oooh! Maybe he can chop off your other arm!”

 

“You wouldn't,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

 

“Oh, I just might. But,” she said with a heavy sigh. “I do see your point.”

 

He arched a brow at her.

 

“This is really an unbelievable situation. Inuyasha comes in here and sees us…like this? Holy crap. He'll kick ass and ask questions later.” She tapped her chin with a clawed finger.

 

“Got any suggestions, Sesshomaru? Any ideas? I can't think of anyth-“

 

“Cease your prattling, wench. I can't think.”

 

“You know, you can't really call me a wench right now.”

 

He ground his teeth. Her teeth. The ones her mother had just spent thousands of yen on getting those cavities filled.

 

“Stop grinding my teeth, Sesshomaru.” To show him how serious she was, she unsheathed Tenseiga and held it up to his long, flowing, silver hair. Wow, she thought. He has great hair.

 

He stopped grinding. Kagome smiled.

 

Her now super sensitive ears picked up steps in the underbrush outside the cavern. She took a deep breath. Inuyasha!

 

“Oh dear. You better think fast, Sesshomaru.”