Pretty in Pink
It was a bright, crisp, autumn day. Inuyasha was strutting ahead of the group, head held high and eyes closed. But today there was something different about his friends.
His dog ears could catch whispers and suppressed giggles, and even though he didn't have eyes at the back of his head, he was uncomfortably aware of four pair of eyes boring into his back.
Unable to stand the mystery any longer, Inuyasha whipped around to face the weirdoes. Immediately they assumed suspicious stances. Sango started inspecting her feet, Shippou "fell asleep" on Miroku's shoulder and Miroku himself started to blow-dry imaginary paint from his nails. Kagome hurriedly hid something behind her, but in that nanosecond Inuyasha caught scent of it.
Immediately he blanched.
"W-where did you get it from?" he demanded, head starting to spin.
After all this time…noway…he thought it belonged to his past…
"I-it's a bestseller. Not hard to get hold of," Kagome stammered defensively.
"You're lying!" he swiped at the offending article but Kagome moved it out of his reach.
No…what was he going to do? How would he explain that…
"W-well, in my defence, that colour was the rage that season!" Inuyasha's throat was dry; his worst nightmare was coming true in front of his eyes and he was helpless to prevent it!
"Colour?" Miroku looked up in faux confusion, "Whatever do you mean Inuyasha?"
Sango inspected her feet even closer as a wave of laughter racked her body.
"You shouldn't have shown them!" Inuyasha spoke viciously, as his companions started grinning openly now.
"B-but," Kagome protested, as she held out volume 1 of the manga, "you look pretty in pink, Inuyasha."
Too late…his eyes were already as red as his re-dyed ensemble.
"Kiss him, Kagome-sama, quick!" Miroku shouted.
Kagome turned pink at that, but there was nothing pretty about her predicament.
* Originally posted to Inuyasha Fanfic Contest for their prompt Pretty in Pink.