Hanyou Times Two

A/N 9/11/09 The story has not been updated for quite a while, obviously, but it is not abandoned! It will be finished...just may take a little bit. Sadly, Life has been extremely crazy in Twisted Land for a while now, but I'm hopeful that things are starting to finally calm down. If you are curious what has been written recently, I always put the % completed up on my profile here at AFF. Until this is finished, however, feel free to enjoy what's written. :-)

A/N This sucker just popped into my head and I thought it might be a kick. Celebrating finishing one story, and having no time, by starting another. Yeah, that makes sense. Really, sometimes writing feels like being addicted to crack cocaine. Updates will not be as fast as usual, but so far I haven’t left a story unfinished, so don’t worry, this will have an ending. There’ll be lemons some time in the future, but not for the first few chapters, that’s for sure. Primarily Mir/San, with secondary Inu/Kag…at least at the moment!


Chapter 1 – Let the Punishment Fit the Crime


Inuyasha bolted upright, instantly wide awake, and was already plummeting to the ground below before he consciously registered the masculine scream that had woken him up. Miroku? Looking down at the dark camp below him as he leaped, he noted the monk’s absence from their camp even as he started scenting the air for his trail. Kirara and Shippou, woken by the same cries, started towards him but Inuyasha waved them back as he found the scent trail.

“I’ll check on him; guard the girls!” he called out. He heard the scream again and sprinted as fast as he could into the woods, hit with an odd sense of déjà vu. The same scream had echoed through the forest mere hours before. The only difference being that it had been preceded by a large thud and Sango’s scream of ‘Hentai!’ He ferverently hoped that the monk’s obvious pain, this time, stemmed from a just such an innocuous cause.

Catching a glimpse of Miroku’s dark robes through the trees, he leapt over the brambles separating them to find the monk groaning quietly as he lay in a heap on the ground. Inuyasha snorted, trying to keep his nose clear as he detected Miroku’s scent mixed with something new. Hanyou? Was he attacked by another hanyou?

“Miroku, are you all right?” he asked carefully, unwilling to touch him until he knew how he’d been injured. “Where are you hurt?”

“I’m afraid I may have miscalculated slightly.” Miroku said, his voice muffled as it lay pressed into the ground.

Relaxing, his mind calming with the knowledge that at least Miroku was well enough to talk, Inuyasha shook his head at his idiot friend. Realizing that Miroku was suspiciously close to the spot he’d used to spy on the girls earlier in the day, Inuyasha grumbled. “You miscalculated? So, what else is new? What’d you do this time, try to peep at a youkai or something?”

“Celestial maiden, actually.” Miroku mumbled, and Inuyasha started to laugh until he realized that the houshi wasn’t joking.

“What, seriously? Are you crazy? You’re lucky she didn’t blast you into oblivion, you stupid lech!” He shook his head. The man had shit for brains when it came to females, honestly.

Miroku pushed himself up by the arms and looked Inuyasha in the face for the first time, shrugging sheepishly. “I know. She was so beautiful, though…”

“Tell someone who cares, monk.” Inuysha griped, then paused as he really looked at the man in front of him. His hair had come completely undone, hanging down and framing his face. His head looked, well, lumpy, and something was different about his face, he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was. “Miroku, what the hell happened to you?”

Sitting fully upright, Miroku rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled slightly at himself. “I’m not really certain. She said something about my obviously having been improperly cursed.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“If I recall correctly, the Maiden said that if I was, eh, sniffing around women like a dog, she’d make sure that at least they all had sufficient warning ahead of time.” He shrugged again, bringing his hands together in his lap. “I’m not certain what she did, exactly. It certainly hurt enough.” He muttered.

Looking at his friend closely, Inuyasha inhaled again. He was still smelling hanyou, but if there hadn’t been one at the pool, then how… His eyes widened in shock as he saw movement from one of the lumps on Miroku’s head. “M-Miroku! You’ve got ears!”

“Of course I have ears.” Miroku rubbed his aching forehead with his hand.

“No, you idiot, you’ve got ears!” Inuyasha reached for the top of the houshi’s head and grabbed the small, dark set of dog ears perched there, blending in perfectly with his dark hair. Miroku yelped in pain and slapped his hands away.

“Ow! Damit, Inuyasha, what are you…doing?” Miroku paused as he realized just where Inuyasha’s hands had been and his hands flew up to the top of his head to feel his new koinu ears. “What in the world….” He yelped again as he felt piercing pains streak down from the top of his head and brought his hands down to stare at the sharp claws that he’d just accidentally bloodied himself with.

“I- I- “

“You’re a hanyou.” Inuyasha said in a quiet, awed voice. “Damn, Miroku, I didn’t even know this could be done. You must have really pissed that female off.”

“I suppose I must have…” Miroku’s voice was shaken as he tried to come to terms with what was happening. “But…are you certain I’m a hanyou?” he asked Inuyasha in a plaintive tone.

“Hell yeah. I’ve been trying to figure out where the hanyou scent was coming from since I got near the springs, and it’s been you the whole time. I can smell you really well now that I’m near and know what to look for.” Inuyasha paused a moment and then grinned suddenly. “Hell, what am I saying? You should be able to smell just as well now.”

Miroku frowned a moment and then sniffed tentatively, shaking his head almost immediately. “What the- what are all those smells?! Oh my Gods, the world reeks!” he clamped both hands over his nose and then winced as he accidentally clawed his cheeks at the same time. “How do you live with all these smells?? This is just… Is that excrement I’m smelling?!!”

“Huh? Oh yeah, some boars took a crap somewhere nearby. And of course the mice are always shitting and pissing everywhere, and I guess the rabbits and birds too, come to think of it.”

“And I can smell it? That’s revolting! Merciful Buddha, I’m going to have to cut my nose off of my face!”

“Eh, you learn to block it out. Don’t worry.” Inuyasha looked at him closely, trying to take it in. Miroku…a hanyou. A brief, guilty surge of pleasure swept through him. I’m not the only one, anymore. He felt instantly ashamed at such a selfish thought. Miroku hadn’t asked for this. Well, not technically. The man was a monk, their spokesperson, their mediator, their one spark of respectability, no matter false it might be. If there wasn’t a way to reverse this, what was he going to do? Would he be able to deal with all the shit thrown his way as a half-breed? Although… maybe Inuyasha was selling him short. Miroku so seldom seemed surprised by the vagaries of human reactions, maybe he’d adapt better than Inuyasha ever had.

He watched Miroku keeping his hands plastered against his faced as he moaned about the stench around him. Then again, maybe the monk might need a bit of help.

“C’mon, houshi,“ he said gently, “let’s get you back to camp. We’ll see what we can figure out there.”

Miroku nodded, refusing to remove his as he got to his feet. He let go with one hand to pick up his shakujou and started walking back to camp with Inuyasha. “Damn, what in the world is Sango going to think about this?” Miroku muttered to himself.

With a short laugh, Inuyasha smirked at him, “You mean after she knocks you unconscious for peeping?”

“Uh, yes, after that…”

“It’ll be interesting, that’s for sure.” Thinking of the women, however… “Uh, Miroku, before we get back… don’t lose it when we see the women, or I’m going to have to deck you, got it?”

“Excuse me? Simply because I happened to watch one celestial maiden does not mean I am going to turn into a ravening beast…uh, well, not more of a beast than this…not that a hanyou is a beast, really, but…”

“Shut up, already, moron. It’s just that if you’re having trouble blocking out smells, you might have a hard time when we get back. Hell, you grope Sango all the time when you’re human, it’s obvious you have less self-control than a drunken lord. And if you start smelling, well…”

“Smelling? Smelling what?” Miroku said, still keeping his hand tightly against his nose as they walked.

“You realize you look like an idiot when you won’t move your hand off your face, don’t ya?”

“What about the smells, Inuyasha!”

“Uh, well…women have a scent to them…”

“That’s not new information.” Miroku said, grinning widely underneath his hands. Inuyasha blinked a moment at seeing fangs peer out from behind that familiar smile.

“Yeah, but it’s a strong scent, houshi. A really, really strong scent, and it can be a little overpowering sometimes. You have to make sure you don’t try to, uh, well, jump ‘em or anything. Got it?”

“Are you saying that Kagome and Sango are going to smell so - good – that I won’t be able to refrain from assaulting them? Don’t be ridiculous, Inuyasha. I have more self-control than that.”

Watching his friend who still looked like an idiot with his hand childishly over his face, Inuyasha sighed. “We’ll see.”

“Don’t worry so, Inuyasha. I’ll be fine.” Miroku said bracingly, inwardly a little amused that he was the one who was cursed, and yet here he was having to reassure his friend. He was a little curious, though, about what the girls would smell like. Sango might smell better than she usually did? It just might be worth turning into a hanyou for that alone…

Back at camp, Sango and Kagome waited anxiously with Shippou and Kirara, trying to stay calm.

“Are you sure you heard Miroku?” Sango asked for the 20th time.

“I think so.” Shippou sighed, wishing she would stop pestering him about it already. About to go on, again, about what it had sounded like, he bit his tongue as he saw Inuyasha and Miroku come through the trees. He stared, uncertain of what he was seeing…were those dark Inuyasha ears on top of the monk’s head??

“Miroku! Are you all right? What happened?” Kagome blurted, coming to her feet and rushing towards the couple, followed by a silent but worried Sango. Both women screeched to a halt as Miroku entered the firelight.

“Miroku? What happened to you?” Sango asked quietly, watching dark ears twitch on top of his head, and his indigo eyes reflecting the fire light like a cat’s. “Miroku…you’re a- a-“

“A hanyou.” Miroku responded, his voice muffled through his hands. He looked at her speculatively. A really strong smell, huh? Now that he was near the women, he could find out exactly what Inuyasha was talking about. He slowly eased up the pressure on his abused nose and inhaled carefully. Wood smoke, Inuyasha, Kirara, Shippou… It was fascinating how scents he hadn’t ever thought about before were now so prominently displayed in front of him. So far, though, it wasn’t all that overwhelming. Much better than the smell of shit permeating the forest. So, let’s see, he thought, tilting his face up as he inhaled again, there was Kagome’s scent, which was…very nice. He inhaled again, smiling slightly. It was very, very nice. And then, Sango. Sango’s smell was…Holy Buddha and all his Virtues.

Inuyasha was watching Miroku carefully as soon as the man had released his nose from its hand prison, and he tensed when he saw the man’s eyes dilate suddenly as he inhaled. Miroku’s mouth opened slightly and he started inhaling rhythmically, staring at Sango with avid, hungry eyes that were usual for a youkai, but certainly not expected on their usually mild mannered monk. Shit, here it comes.

“Sango.” Miroku practically growled, his hands completely dropping from his face as he took a step towards her. “Dear Gods, what did you do to cause that amazing –“

“Shut up now, monk. You’ll feel like an idiot later if you don’t.” Inuyasha barked, and groaned to himself as Miroku continued to walk towards Sango as though in a trance. Shit, he knew this was going to be trouble. Stupid houshi and his stupid lecherous ways. Crap.

Sango, never an idiot, was starting to back away from the lecherous monk. “Miroku-sama? What are you doing, houshi?”

Miroku continued to stalk the taiji-ya silently, his breathing growing heavy, and Inuyasha sighed. This was going to be a pain. He leapt over Miroku to land next to Sango, pushing her behind him. Having placed himself in between his stupid friend and the current object of his fixation, he narrowed his eyes and confronted him. “Hold it right there, dumbass.”

Miroku’s reaction was immediate and completely unexpected. He charged Inuyasha, growling, and back handed him across the face, knocking him into a tree yards away.

“Mine!” Miroku snarled, and then blinked as reality intruded. Staring at Inuyasha as though stunned, he was speechless for a moment as he realized what he’d done.

“Inuyasha? Blessed Buddha, I didn’t mean to… I can’t believe I just did that! Inuyasha, are you injured?” Hurrying over to his annoyed friend, Miroku gave him a hand up, only to have his conciliatory gesture met by Inuyasha’s quick, painful jab to his face.

“Ow!”

“Feh, you deserve it, dumbass. I was just trying to stop you so you’d calm down and think a minute. And you punch me for it? Asshole.” Inuyasha grumbled as he popped up and shook himself.

His brow furrowed, Miroku apologized. “I’m sorry, Inuyasha, I truly don’t know what came over me. I’ve never done something like that in my life!” He looked back at the women on the far side of the clearing, shivering.

Had he really shouted ‘mine’ out loud, in front of everyone? What had he been thinking? Sango wasn’t his! He didn’t even WANT her to be his! Hell, as soon as he was free of Naraku’s curse, he planned to pick a nice, plump, welcoming widow, hopefully a rich one, and spend the rest of his life being pampered and pleased and doing exactly as he wished. He certainly had no interest in a beautiful, opinionated female warrior who couldn’t even appreciate the compliment he gave in worshipping her fantastic, amazing ass that was just so damn tempting and…

Crap, now he was hard. The damn woman was a menace.

Who smelled so fucking GOOD he wanted to roll the soft vanilla scent around in his tongue and then spread it across her skin like butter.

“Ow, dammit!” Miroku picked himself up from the ground, rubbing the side of his head where Inuyasha had punched him.

“Focus, monk! You gotta control this!”

“I’m aware of that! I do know how to control my body, Inuyasha. You may recall: Buddhist monk, meditation? I am not unfamiliar with restraining myself when necessary.”

“That was as a human. It’s a whole different thing to control youkai emotions and instincts, you idiot!” Inuyasha hissed at him. “Crap, you don’t think I get pissed and irritated all the time just because I have no control over my emotions, do you?” At Miroku’s sheepish expression, Inuyasha snorted in irriration. “Youkai blood is really strong, Miroku. It’s a constant strain not to, well, let it out. Hell, the fact that I have to have a fucking sword to seal my blood should be a huge fucking clue that this is nothing to play around with! You gotta get control of this, and fast, or you could hurt someone.”

Nodding, Miroku looked back at the girls, who were carefully staying on the far side as the two males talked. “Yes, yes, you’re right. I’ll treat this seriously. I may need your aid, but I should be able to keep myself contained now that I know what to expect, I’m sure.”

Miroku continued to stare at Sango and as a shift in the wind brought her scent over to him again he was mortified to hear himself whine like a puppy. He clamped a hand over his mouth as Inuyasha chuckled briefly.

“Down, boy.” After a glare from the houshi, Inuyasha shook his head. “It gets easier. Honest. But if you need to stay away from them for tonight, I can go with you, if you like.”

Taking a deep breath and releasing his mouth, Miroku shook his head. “No, I don’t think I’d want that. What if something happened to them? I can deal with this. I will deal with this.” Nodding resolutely to himself, Miroku walked slowly back over to the center of camp. Noting Sango and Kagome’s wary staring, he shrugged sheepishly.

“Sorry about that. It’s all still a little, uh, new to me.” He took a deep breath and immediately regretted it. Dear Gods above, Sango smelled so damn good! He swallowed quickly as he felt in danger of drooling. Actually drooling! He was already as hard as a rock after only a few whiffs of the Taijiya’s scent, and he tried desperately not to start whining again. He could do this. He could do this!

“Please,” Sango’s voice was soft and worried, “what happened, houshi-sama? How did this happen?”

“Well, as to that, “ Miroku looked to Inuyasha for inspiration only to meet a rather mocking stare, “I was up, eh, heeding the call of nature as it were, when I heard a sound, and when I went to investigate, merely thinking someone was in trouble, there was this…celestial being, and…”

Sango and Kagome looked as one in the direction Miroku had come from, glanced at each other, and sighed. “You peeped at a celestial maiden, didn’t you?” Sango said coldly.

“Now Sango, it wasn’t like that.”

“No? What was it, then?”

“It, it wasn’t peeping so much as about to render assistance. My intentions were completely misunderstood.”

Sango and Kagome snorted in unison.

“You were peeping and she cursed you, didn’t she.” Kagome said, with at least a little more sympathy in her voice than Sango, Miroku noticed.

At least Sango isn’t attacking me, he thought, only to leap out of the way as she swung the hiraikotsu at his head. He stumbled, shocked, as his leap took him 10 feet away to the other side of the clearing. Sango stared at him, looking even more surprised than he was, and he smiled briefly. He’d dodged it! Not only that, he’d dodged her swing with room to spare!

Looking at her open mouth, breathing in her scent, again,

…couldn’t she do something about that?

he watched her. She’d missed. In fact, considering how fast he’d been able to move, and how far away, would she be able to hit him at all when she tried? Did that mean he could have the pleasure without the pain? Groping with no consequences? More than the occasional, fleeting touch, possibly? This change had some interesting possibilities…

He lost the thought as the hiraikotsu came flying across the clearing and knocked him clear off his feet before returning with a graceful arc to the beautiful woman who was glaring at him even more fiercely than before.

All right, he thought, rubbing his jaw as he sat back up, so he’d still have to keep on his guard, but that didn’t mean this didn’t bear thinking on.

Miroku got to his feet again, noting briefly how much less painful it was to do so than earlier in the evening when he’d received essentially the same blow. Inuyasha always seemed to recover from his wounds with exceptional speed, would he have the same ability now as well? A hanyou’s speed, his sense of smell, his constitution…what else would he have? Walking back towards the rest of the group, who were already settling down again now that no one was in danger, he paused as he thought of something else.

As a hanyou, did he retain any spiritual powers?

The thought was profoundly disturbing. For all the teasing he received on his impurity and impiety, he’d worked enormously hard to build his spiritual energies to the point that they were an effective weapon, even without the damnable kazaana. Would all that be completely negated now? Was all that struggle lost if he was something completely changed? He walked over to Inuyasha and pulled out an ofuda, slapping it onto Inuyasha’s head and letting out a relieved sigh as it blew the hanyou onto his back. He peeled it off and was rewarded with cursing and yells.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you fucking idiot!”

“I worried for a moment that perhaps my spiritual powers wouldn’t be accessible in this form. Thank you for helping me dispel that particular worry, Inuyasha.” Miroku said calmly as he settled down next to Shippou.

“Dispel this, you asshole!” Inuyasha tensed to leap at him.

“Inuyasha, osuwari!” Slam!

“Thank you, Kagome-sama.” Miroku said, edging closer to express his gratitude, only to receive a sharp slap to the side of his head from Sango. “Sango!”

“Keep your hands where we can see them, houshi.” She said unsympathetically. Then she looked to the prone Inuyasha and smiled slowly. “Kagome, those beads work on Inuyasha because he’s a part youkai, right?”

“That’s what Kaede said, yes.”

“Do you think that means we could get a set for Miroku now that he’s part youkai too?’ she asked, smiling even broader as she looked back to the houshi edging quickly away from her.

“Sango!” Miroku looked at her in horror. “You wouldn’t dare –“

“Just something to keep in mind, houshi-sama, the next time you try to put your hands where they haven’t been invited.”

“But you can’t really mean –“ She merely stared at him a moment and he swallowed and turned to the least frightening member of their party at the moment: Kirara. “She doesn’t mean it, does she?” For some reason, Miroku would swear that Kirara rolled her eyes at him before flicking her tail and walking over to Sango.

Inuyasha laughed shortly as he was pushing himself up from his crater in the dirt. “All the women are pissed at ya now, idiot. It’d serve you right if you did get subjugated. And I’m tellin’ ya right now, I will personally laugh my ass off at you every fucking moment I can if that happens. Hell, I’d almost pay to see it happen.”

“I don’t appreciate your lack of support right now, Inuyasha. Truly, I have gone through a terrible experience…”

“Which you brought on yourself by being such a pervert.”

“…I’ve been physically assaulted…”

“Which you brought on yourself by being such a pervert.”

“…and now I’m being threatened with near slavery…”

“Which you will bring on yourself if you don’t stop bein’ such a pervert. There seems to be a trend here, monk.” Inuyasha smirked at him.

“I am trying to point out that I find myself suddenly cursed, in a body completely different from the one I’m accustomed to, with new potential difficulties and issues to deal with, and instead of concern, or even a smidgen of empathy, all I’ve received are- are taunts and physical abuse! I could use a bit of sympathy, dammit!”

Sango and Kagome looked at each other and felt a bit ashamed of themselves. It was true. The poor man had obviously gone through something pretty traumatic, really, and they were treating him as though nothing much had happened.

“I’m sorry, Miroku.” Kagome said quietly.

“I’m sorry as well, Houshi-sama.” Sango said coming closer to pat him sympathetically on the shoulder.

“Thank you for such a gracious apology. I appreciate your acknowledgement of my suffering.”

Sango suddenly stiffened as she felt a familiar warmth rub gently over her bottom. “You stupid hentai!” she twirled around to slap him only to find him a few feet away smiling mischievously before her hand made contact. “I take it all back! You deserve everything you got, you- you lecherous monk!” she grumbled as she stomped back over to Kagome. “Stupid, lecherous idiot…hasn’t changed at all…don’t know why I felt sorry for him even for a minute.”

Kagome shook her head sadly as she looked at Miroku, watching him hang his head a little sheepishly at her silent admonishment. Inuyasha was the only one who could tell that Miroku was really turning his head slightly so he could better catch Sango’s scent. Crap, the idiot is going to be unbearable at this rate.

“C’mon, you dumbass, let’s get back to sleep. You’ve kept us all awake long enough.” He grabbed Miroku by the arm and dragged him away from the women a bit, punching him in the head once with a muttered “and that’s for the ofuda, asshole.”

Kagome and Sango bedded down next to each other, with Shippou and Kirara keeping them company as usual. Miroku tried to calm his breathing as he lay there, but found it almost impossible to block out the new sensations he continued to experience. The night seemed brighter, the insects louder, and he still couldn’t get over how good Sango smelled. Kagome’s smell was starting to fade into the background, thank all the Gods, but Sango’s seemed to be growing more prominent at the same time. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she was doing it on purpose just to retaliate for whatever offenses she held against him.

Sighing deeply, he turned away from the women and closed his eyes, hoping to get at least a little rest before dawn broke and he had to truly face up to everything that had happened to him.