Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha. If I did, Sesshoumaru would have a lot more airtime.

Author's Notes: This is an attempt at Humor. It is also the result of having to be working in a laundromat from ten at night till six in the morning. I think there is a plot somewhere for this story. Also, some events at the laundromat have really happened to me and my coworkers really happened. If you can guess which event happened for real in this chapter...I dunno what I'll give you.


The Devil's Laundromat – Chapter One
Kagome glanced from the buzzing florescent lights to the washers that were spinning their contents around in circles. She groaned as one washer spun to a stop and beeped at the humans in the Laundromat. "Sango, they're done."

Sango raised her head and eyed the washers. "Only one of the damn things has stopped. The others still have plenty of time to go until they are done. That was the one that got all of its quarters all at once and forced us to scramble around to get the detergent and fabric softener into the thing."

Kagome muttered to herself while she watched one of the timers flip from six minutes to five. She hopped off the table she had planted herself on and plopped down into the orange plastic chair next to Sango. "You do realize that we will be here tomorrow during actual business hours when there are people here, right?"

Sango lowered the reality magazine she was reading to glare at a spot on the floor. "Yeah, those damn models on the top floor screwed up the buildings laundry room, again. I'll be dragging Miroku along to lift things and to keep the scary people away from us."

Kagome grumbled and slumped down in her chair. "If he makes one comment about my panties I'm going to smack him with the detergent bottle."

Sango smirked and tossed the magazine onto the table between the two chairs. "If he comments on your underpants I'll use the bat in the car and bang his skull in. Besides, He'll probably bring lover-boy along and you know how he gets when Miroku mentions your panties."

Kagome slid further down in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "Great, just what I need. Inu-Yasha protecting me from Miroku's panty comments."

Sango grinned and poked Kagome in the side. "But you like Inu-Yasha. He is your lover-boy, remember."

Kagome squirmed away from Sango's poking and flapped a hand at her. "You forget that he only does that gooey-eyed thing that boys do around girls when my sister is around. To Inu-Yasha, I'm chopped liver. My lover-boy, as you call him, ignores me and when he does see me it is as Kikyo's kid sister so he feels he must protect innocent, little me from the pervert's panty comments."

Sango blinked and than stared at Kagome. "Okay, maybe those Psychology classes you took did some work. And aren't you the older one?"

Kagome nodded as she glared at a pair of buzzing washings. "Yeah, I'm the older one but she looks older then me, so I am Kikyo's kid sister despite the fact that I'm the oldest. Now the washers are done. They can wait a while longer as the longer we are here the more we get paid even if that means we get less sleep."

Sango nodded and picked her magazine up. She flipped through the pages, wishing she had enough money to buy the featured houses. At Kagome's scream Sango jumped and whirled around to see her co-worker scrambling to stand on the table behind the chairs. "What in the name of the Gods is your problem?"

Kagome glared a corner of the building. "Spider. Really, really, really big spider. Large spider. Demon Spider even!"

Sango screeched as she saw a large, brown blob skitter away from the washers towards the closed dry cleaning area of the Laundromat. She jumped up onto her chair and watched the thing as it rested near a door. "Big spider. Go kill it."

Kagome stared wide-eyed at Sango and waved her hand at the girl. "You go kill it. You are not getting me near that thing. Large spiders do not mix well with me."

Sango rolled her eyes and crawled off her chair to go stare at the spider. She then edged away from it and grabbed a bottle of stain remover. "I killed a spider with hairspray once, I wonder if this stuff will have the same affect," she said before bending over and spraying the thick goo on the spider. She shrieked as the spider took offense to being drowned in goo and reared up to scamper away into the dark dry cleaning corner. Sango turned around to find Kagome jumping down from the table. "That was a demon spider and it was going to eat us. We are so folding the sheets down there tonight," Sango said as she pointed to the other end of the Laundromat.

Kagome nodded as she grabbed a cart so that she could start unloading washers. "You damn well better believe that we are. I bet the people are going to find that thing on Monday and scream like crazy."

Sango shook her head and pulled towels out of one of the smaller washers. "It will be interesting."

Once the girls got all the laundry into the dryers they returned to their plastic chairs and settled themselves down for at least thirty minutes of waiting. Some fifteen minutes into the half hour Sango jumped up from her chair, dragging Kagome with her. "What are you doing?" Kagome said as Sango dragged her halfway down the length of the Laundromat.

Slowly, Sango returned to the chairs they had been sitting in and she edged around the table and nudged the pile of black trash bags with her foot. "Demon spider has come back to eat us for spraying it with the stain remover."

Kagome yelped and followed Sango as she nudged the bags again. Both squeaked when the spider skittered out. Sango swallowed and look from her shoes to the spider, which was roughly the size of a half dollar, legs not included. "The thing is going to jump on me if I use my shoes. It's gonna eat me!"

Kagome glanced around and spotted a news magazine. She grinned and proudly handed it to Sango. "Toss it on the spider and then jump on it."

Sango blinked at the magazine, shrugged and tossed the magazine onto the spider before hopping up and down on it repeatedly. "Damn demon spiders," she grumbled as she gave one final hop before she went to empty the dryers.

Kagome glanced from the news magazine to the dryers before turning around to look at Sango, who was pulling towels from a dryer. "Do I have to?"

Sango looked at Kagome and rolled her eyes. "I killed it. You get to do the sheets. Besides, you like the sheets. They're your friends."

Kagome stuck her tongue out at Sango and pushed two carts over to the large dryers. "Bertha and her sheets. I'm sure that she dreams about these things. I wouldn't put it past her."

Sango kneeled down on the cold, tile floor to retrieve the towels from the lower dryers. "Kagome, you are obsessing about the Inn Nazi again."

Kagome stuck her upper body into a dryer to grab the few pillowcases that were balled up at the back. After she scooted back out, she eyed Sango while moving to the next dryer. "Like you don't do it. While we were loading up the van you were complaining about her using the old, smelly trash bags with holes in them."

Sango just sighed.


The Next Day
"Kagome, claim some washers. Miroku, start bringing stuff in, Inu-Yasha, get the quarters," Sango said to the three people with her and groaned when they saluted and addressed her as General Sango. "All right, knock that off and get busy."

Kagome snickered and speed walked into TaiYoukai Laundromat to save some washers from greedy housewives. Inu-Yasha pulled his hair back into a horsetail while following Kagome into the building and complaining about Sango's choice of Laundromats. Miroku hefted a laundry basket full of towels out of the trunk of his car, kissed Sango's cheek and followed his friend, whistling a silly little tune. Sango, grinning from ear to ear, brought up the rear of their four person party, carrying two plastic bags full of food.

"Sango, why do you have to use this Laundromat?" Inu-Yasha whined while feeding the coin machine twenties.

Sango set the bags on one table and her coat on another, effectively claiming the two tables as theirs. "Because it is the cheapest one in town. Kagome, which washers did you claim for us?"

Kagome pointed to the three washers she was standing in front of. Sango slid the basket of towels over to Kagome and she started to shove them into an empty washer, stuffing cloth into every available nook and cranny. After the three washers were stuffed to the bursting point the quarters were loaded in and the washers started. The guys had retreated outside to stare at Miroku's car and mutter about things relating to the car and the young man's plans for it.

Sango and Kagome both picked up new books and sprawled themselves out on the tables as they waited for the washers to be done. Kagome glanced up when she heard some of the housewives muttering about them. "Eh, Sango, apparently we are a bad influence on all the children here today because we are sitting on the tables."

Sango chuckled and glanced around. "They'd really think we were a bad influence if they knew how we behaved when we are here doing laundry for the Inn. Weren't we holding laundry cart races the other night?"

Kagome chuckled as she thought back to a few weeks ago when most of their friends had gathered at the Laundromat, as they tended to do, and they had started putting people in the carts and racing around the space. "Heh, Laundry Cart Races. I wonder if anyone found out about that. Or the time we stuffed Miroku into one of the dryers and threatened to turn it on if he didn't stop with the perverted stuff. Oh, that reminds me!"

Sango watched as Kagome hopped off the table and kneeled down the ground. Using her book, Kagome prodded the magazine that was still face down under the table. "Sango, our friendly, resident demon spider corpse is still here!"

Sango scooted around until she was able to hang her head over the edge of the table. She grinned when she saw Kagome peering under the magazine. "You'd think that someone would have noticed it by now."

"Sango, look around you. I highly doubt any of these women would take the time to notice an outdated news magazine under a table. Most of them are trying to keep an eye on their children."

Sango glanced around at all the young children and sighed. Someday, she was going to have a family. Of course having a family would mean that Miroku would have to trade his car in for something a little more child friendly then the modified Supra he currently owned. Grinning, Sango hopped off her table and headed out of the open side door, intent on harassing her boyfriend. "Oh, Miroku…"

Miroku looked away from prodding at the engine of his car to see Sango staring at the used vans in the car lot next door to the Laundromat. "Sango, what ever you are thinking, stop thinking it."

Sango grinned and looked at Miroku before wandering over to stare at some of the newer used models. Miroku blanched and ran over to drag his girlfriend away from the lot before any of the salesmen saw her. "Now, Sango, we have talked about this. If and when we decide to have children, then we will get a new car."

"But, 'Roku, isn't it your duty to have a child? That's what you said to me the first time you saw me. You asked if I would bear your child to continue your family line. Doesn't your father want someone besides yourself to insure the continuation of your name? And your mother, she so wants grandchildren before she is too old to enjoy them. We should have a baby now and make everyone happy."

Miroku swallowed and dragged Sango back into the Laundromat. "Kagome, please keep an eye on her. She's talking about babies again."

Kagome, wise to the games Sango played with Miroku's mind, grinned at her former classmate while she poured some bleach into one of the machines. "Oh, I dunno, Miroku, I do think a little Miroku would be so much fun," here she paused and angled herself in such a way that she would be heard outside of the Laundromat. "'Course, if you had a baby, Sango would move out to live with you and that means I could invite that nice Naraku fellow to live with me and I could have his babies while he two-times me with my own sister."

Kagome smirked when Inu-Yasha dashed into the Laundromat and glanced around wildly. "Why is Kagome having Naraku's babies? And why is Naraku shacking up with her? Sango, please tell me your not pregnant and leaving Kagome all alone in that apartment. Please tell me that the stain on society is not moving in with Kagome."

Sango just blinked at Inu-Yasha before she started to chuckle, which shortly turned into her bending over at the waist, laughing. Kagome was doing the same except she was leaning against one of the washers. Miroku took pity on the confused boy and patted his shoulder. "You, my friend, really need to learn how to pay attention."


Sesshoumaru Tajima flipped his cell phone closed and stared out of tinted windows at the rapidly passing scenery. "Jaken, be sure to send the contents of my suitcase out for cleaning. Also, swing by the TaiYoukai for a moment. I need to speak with the manager about raising the prices in the Laundromat area. The utility prices have gone up again."

Jaken Honda, Sesshoumaru's personal assistant and driver, nodded to his employer as he switched lanes. They were making their way back from the airport; Sesshoumaru having just returned from a business trip overseas. "Sir, we also need to go by Miss Rin's school and pick her up. We should be able to fit it in before going over to the TaiYoukai. Also, her teacher has called and would let to set up a meeting with you. It seems that the girl is being bullied again."

Sesshoumaru nodded as he unlatched his briefcase and shifted through the files in it. "Very well. Have Kagura set the appointment up for something in the next week. Has everything else been running smoothly in my absence? No disasters this time?"

Jaken flushed at the memory of his employer's daughter, the koi pond and a weak, ornamental bridge floated into his mind. "No, Sir. Everything has been running as it should be, with the exception of Rin attempting to do her own laundry at the house. No damage was incurred."

"I'd rather not know what happened," Sesshoumaru said as they pulled up in front of the school and idled. He glanced at his watched and sighed. The school would let the children out in less then five minutes. Sesshoumaru scooped up his papers and dumped them back into the briefcase.

Once the three-toned bell rang, Sesshoumaru slid to the opposite side of the car and waited for his daughter to show up. Eventually she did arrive at the car and climbed in while chattering to Jaken about her day. It wasn't until the driver had shut the door that Rin noticed her father sitting at the other end of the bench seat. It was odd, seeing him here, at her school and picking her up. He normally just sent Jaken to retrieve her. Rin, not one to question fate, shrugged and launched herself at Sesshoumaru. "Daddy!"

Sesshoumaru braced for impact and wrapped his free arm around his daughter's waist as she clung to him like a hungry leach. "Rin, I need to breathe."

Rin release her father and sat on the seat next to him. "When did you get back? How long are you staying? Did you bring me anything? Does this mean you'll always come pick me up? Did you know that Miss Naito wants to speak with you?"

Sesshoumaru strapped his daughter into to the seat and calmly answered her questions. "A few hours ago. For the foreseeable future. I might have. Maybe. And why would Miss Naito like to speak with me, Rin?"

Rin colored and squirmed in her seat. "Umm, because I haven't been doing so well lately. And the boys keep picking on me, as well as some of the other girls."

"Rin, didn't we agree that you would be allowed to go to a local school if you kept your grades up. If they don't go back up, I will be forced to send you back to the boarding school. And we all know how much you dislike the school."

Rin muttered and glared at her father, choosing to ignore him for the rest of the car ride. She rolled her eyes as they pulled up to the Laundromat her father owned and scrambled out of the car once it was placed in park. She ignored her father as he told her where he would be and headed into the main part of the building, completely focused on getting a soda out of the machine. She would have gotten that soda too if she hadn't spotted someone she knew standing towards the back of the room. "Uncle Yasha!"


Kagome blinked as she watched a little girl attach herself to Inu-Yasha's leg and start complaining about what a meanie her father was. "Uncle Yasha? Care to explain?"

Inu-Yasha groaned as he pried his niece off his leg. "I have a brother who happens to own this building. This is his daughter. The girl is rather attached to me. Now do you see why I dislike coming here?"

"I dunno, Uncle Yasha, it's kinda cute to see that you're a family man. Isn't it, Sango? Just think of all the cute babies he'll father someday."

Miroku hissed as Sango's eyes clouded over with the thought of babies. A few years ago Sango would have scoffed at the idea of even thinking about children but somehow, her maternal instincts had been switched on (Miroku blamed this phenomenon on Sango's younger brother fathering a child and constantly foisting it off on Sango) and now he was hard pressed to keep the baby ideas out of her head. "Kagome, shut up about babies! You're just giving her even more ideas!"

"I'd rather my idiot brother not breed," an icy voice grumbled from behind the group.