Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Sheer Mischief
Prologue
Little Pink Lines
6:04 p.m.
Inuyasha's Living Room
They all stare at the object in Kohaku's hand like it is a bomb about to detonate. The women glance back and forth at each other with accusing stares, but it is the men who cause a ruckus.
"What the hell is that?!" Miroku shrieks, knowing all well what it is but is in denial. He recalls the several women who have approached him with the same thing, all wanting him to take responsibility for his actions. He had thanked god when those women had orchestrated the whole thing as a prank, in hopes he would stop his womanizing ways. Well, let's just say he was so relieved that he had gone to a bar to celebrate with drinks and ended up in bed with the hot waitress.
"Oh god," Inuyasha breathes, trying to make sense of what he is seeing. He has never had any personal experience with the device, but he remembers the mess Miroku was when it happened to him. Still, there is a first time for everything. He searches his memory for anything that would warrant such a contraption, but for the life of him he cannot come up with an answer.
"Sweet lord, have mercy…" Sesshomaru, normally calm and composed, seems to be having a panic attack. When Kohaku emerged from the bathroom, the much older man (actually, the oldest out of the entire bunch) had taken a leap backwards from the offending object while sitting on the couch. Quickly, he glances across the room at the five women sitting on the other side of the coffee table.
Shippo, sitting in between said women, underneath a large banner hanging across the wall behind them that said, "Bon Voyage!" suddenly bursts out into a fit of laughter.
"Oh, someone here is so screwed!" He falls backward in his chair, clutching his stomach and gasping for air between giggles. His giggles soon turned into howling and coughing.
"Kohaku!" Sango stands up in her seat, "That's gross! What are you doing going through people's trash, anyway?"
"Wha—" Kohaku opens up to defend himself to his older sister, but is interrupted by another feminine voice.
"Yeah, Kohaku! Besides, that stuff is private. You shouldn't be broadcasting it in front of everyone!" Rin's face is flushed pink, as if someone had caught her with her pants around her ankles.
"And how are you even aware of what that is?" Kagome accuses, suddenly it's her turn to smirk as Kohaku trips and fumbles over his words.
"Kohaku!" Sango shrieks, appalled at what Kagome is implying.
"Oh come on," Kagura finally pipes up, swirling her glass of vodka before taking a small sip. "Kohaku's seventeen. Kids that age nowadays have probably already seen orgies." Kagura grins and elbows Kagome lightly in the ribs, wiggling her eyebrows. The younger woman laughs and gives her a high five. When Sango sends a glare over to her little brother, he frantically shakes his head no.
Kikyo, the fifth and final woman, watches all of this with much amusement.
"We learned about it in health class!" Kohaku says, finally getting the chance to explain himself. "Besides, it wasn't really that well hidden!" Suddenly, everything falls silent. It is the calm before the storm; accusations are about to be hurled across the room, arguments about to be had, and shit is going to hit the fan. "Alright guys," Kohaku says as he waves the device around in front of the women, "Who's is this?"
"…You are aware a woman has to pee on that, right?" Kagome points out, adding that it must have been a really uninformative health class. Kohaku's eyes widen with comprehension and he promptly drops the stick onto the floor, running back to the bathroom to wash his hands with soap. Twice.
"Aw, man. Really? On my new carpet?"
Everyone's eyes attach to the object on the floor and on the two little pink lines that are about to change their lives forever.
—TO BE CONTINUED—
Notes: Hee. This is going to be fun.