Why Immitation Just Isn't the Same
“It won’t work!” InuYasha yelped as Kagome helped him pin back his ears. “They’ll know I’m not the smug bastard.”
“The old demoness is nearly blind,” Sango said as she painted the hanyou’s forehead. “As long as she gets the general impression, you’ll be fine.”
“But you must,” Miroku said with emphasis that InuYasha thought was a bit much, “remember to speak like your brother. You can excuse the difference in the sound, but the words themselves must sound eloquent.”
Gold eyes narrowed at the monk. “Why ain’t he doing this? He can pull off that aristocratic shit.”
“She’d sense the difference,” Miroku said. “You are at least part inuyoukai. We’ve already discussed all of the things she might ask you. You’ve learned more than we thought you would.” InuYasha growled at the implication he was somehow dumb. “It was a short time to learn so much. For anyone.”
InuYasha huffed. This would end badly.
InuYasha looked up at Miroku from his cell-magically reinforced. He scowled. “If you could have just disguised yourself as a guard, why make me pretend to be Sesshomaru?”
“You could get more information that way,” Miroku said. “Or so we thought.” InuYasha could just tell that the monk was certain the mistake had been on his end. That he’d forgotten something they had tried to drill into his skull.
“It wasn’t my fault!” the hanyou hissed. “She offered a pick of her harem for tonight.”
“And you couldn’t betray Kagome,” the other man said. “Admirable.”
InuYasha’s cheeks flushed. “Um… no, I mean, I wouldn’t have done anything, but I sort of… picked wrong.”
“How was there a wrong choice?”
“I didn’t match Sesshomaru’s tastes. We didn’t go over that, so how could I have known?” Miroku raised an eyebrow questioningly. “I picked a female.”