Miroku nuzzled against the top of his wife's head. Never did he think he'd ever be this happy. He had twin daughter, a curse from the Kami's he was certain and a wonderful son who looked exactly like himself. He just hoped the kid didn't have his lecherous ways. He sighed. He couldn't help it. To him all women were beautiful. Their curves that could cause him to loose his attention and those legs. He groaned as he grabbed at his wife in his sleep.
He suddenly heard a manly groan next to him. Eyes opening he looked down to find that his wife had suddenly turned into a large manly man.
"Gah!" He cried out as he pushed himself away from his once beautiful wife turn man.
"Miroku?" the male Sango spoke groggily. Sitting up Sango didn't feel any different than normally.
"W-who are you?" Miroku asked for he knew this just couldn't be his beautiful wife.
"Miroku..." Sango spoke in a whisper.
Miroku grabbed his staff. "Where's Sango? What'd you do to my wife?"
Sango blinked with confusion. "Miroku, I am Sango." She said as she stood up slowly. "Miroku, you just woke from a dream. Whatever you're seeing isn't real."
"Then how do I know you're real?" He asked for it was a legitimate question. If what he was seeing wasn't real then how was he to know this Sango that was talking to him was real?
Standing Sango approached him and then kissed his lips. Miroku froze and was about to freak out when suddenly his wife's scent fell over him and he closed his eyes. When the kiss ended and he opened his eyes once again his beautiful sexy obviously female wife was standing before him In nothing but her sleeping yukata. Blinking he sighed and fell against the floor. His staff making a clang as it too fell from his hands. "Sango." He said tiredly.
Laying her head against his chest. Sango spoke into the darkness. "Who did you think I was?"
"I don't know." He mumbled against her hair. "But you weren't you anymore." The two fell back to sleep though thoughts of what just happened lingered even until the morning sunrise.
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AN: hehehe....