Disclaimer: GUESS WHO DOESN'T OWN THIS FANFICTIONN!
Kagome: Twisted Badger!
T.b: -shoots Kagome in the head-
Kagome: -dies-
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The only thing on Bankotsu's mind on this particularly cloudy day, was,
Why the fuck, am I in a dress shop?
The answer to his question, was currently in the fitting room with him,
A hyperactive, crossdressing, best friend.
"Bankotsu-oo-aniki, how about this one?"
"Why am I in here with you?"
"Because A, you didn't want any of the filth outside to see me in a dress, and B, you wanted to know if I was wearing any underwear or not, AND C, you wanted to hold me in your arms, and cuddle me in a place no one would see us."
Twitch.
Twitch.
Jakotsu giggled, as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was now, wearing a pink, frilly, dress.
"Jakotsu, no."
"…Anou sa! It's adorable Bankotsu-chan!"
"Jakotsu. If you wanna have a lemon…Whatever the hell that is, you'll get another dress."
"…If I do, you'll…do that? With me?"
"…yeah, yeah. Whatever. "
Jakotsu smirked devilishly, and Bankotsu shuddered, something about what he just said was going to screw him over.
He had a bad feeling about this.
"Okay, let me try on the blue frilly one…"
"…"
Bankotsu sighed, and sat down on the small stool that the store offered. His eyes closed as he thought about his week,
Well, first, I READ a porno story.Then the author didn't wanna continue… Now…he wants to fucking act it out- Wait…fucking act it out….fucking act….act out fucking…
His eyes shot open at the realization,
OH. FUCK.
Jakotsu turned around to face him,
"What's wrong, Bankotsu-chan?"
"N-NOTHING!"
Jakotsu blinked, at his outburst.
"…Nani?"
"I-It's nothing! U-Umm…I-I'm going to g-go…and…and…LOOK FOR MORE DRESSES! RIGHT! HAHA! SURE!"
Jakotsu sweatdropped.
"Okay…Bankotsu."
The younger man, jumped off the stool, causing it to fall on the floor, and as he leaned down to pull it back into an upright position, Jakotsu touched his shoulder. He jumped, and Jakotsu looked at him awkwardly.
"…Bankotsu? What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing!"
He rushed out of the room.
Accidently bumping into a woman.
Not the prettiest woman…
She had a beerbelly, something not even attractive on men, and, she had a mole on her upper lip…
As soon as he crashed into her, she screamed,
"FUCK! GET OFF! RAPE! RAPE!"
Bankotsu's eyes widened,
"…What! No! Sorry woman! Didn't mean to crash into you! I wasn't trying to rape you! Heh…Heh…"
He moved away, and began walking away to a random rack, pretending to be interested.
It wasn't his fault that bits and pieces of the woman's conversation just happened to make itself hearable in his general direction.
"…So, as I was saying Barbara. That fucking fanfiction I was writing just got Sooooooo-oooo boring."
"Haha. Roit, Jennifer. I liked it, but, the guy that just bumped into you, tottally looked like Bankotsu from your story."
Bankotsu blinked, and looked over at the two.
The only thing that he could think of at that second was,
…No. It's just a coincadence…She's not the author of…Is she?
"He kinda did, but, I'm sure Bankotsu is tottally cuter."
"Fuck yah. But, you should have at least told them the REAL reason you weren't going to finish it."
"Nah. Haha. This way, they'll like, fucking feel sorry for me."
"Haha. Nice one Jenn, I can't believe you flew all the way to Japan just to fucking see if you could actually fucking find Bankotsu, and Jakotsu."
Bankotsu's eyes widened.
EW.
She was ugly.
And, scary.
And….She thought he was cute?
He shuddered.
So, now, not only did Jakotsu want to fuck him, but, he also had a scary woman trying to stalk him.
Great.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea invaded our young bishonen's mind.
However, before he could put it into action, Jakotsu walked out of the changeroom, wearing,
A pink miniskirt, with black and white stockings, with black hooker boots. On his torso, he wore a striped sweater.
And, somehow the woman was able to recognize him.
"…Jennifer, that was Bankotsu…There's Jakotsu."
"..Are you fucking serious! OH MY GOSH."
Moreover, before Jakotsu could make it to his Bankotsu's side, he was viciously attacked by middle-aged women.
Great.
It wasn't everyday that Bankotsu had a brilliant idea.
"…BANKOTSU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE TWO PIECES OF FILTH DOING ON ME? AHHH! GET OFF! OFF! DO NOT TOUCH THAT! GET OFF MEE!"
Bankotsu reacted on basic instinct, and ran to help his best friend.
The part about Jakotsu wanting to screw him senseless currently laid dorment at the very base of his brain.
Weird what someone would do when someone touches something important to him or her.
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A few bloody noses later
"…B-Bankotsu? Who the fuck were those women?"
"…You do not want to know."
"…Well, thank-you for saving me Bankotsu-Chan."
"Yah. Whatever."
"…But, don't you think you went a little overboard?"
The two were currently sitting on a random bench, away from that fiasco.
"…No. They deserved it."
"…You gave them both a bloody nose, then, had them arrested for sexual harrasement."
"…Your point?"
"…Aw, Bankotsu."
"What?"
"…You did it all for me!"
"…"
And, as Bankotsu turned away, a blush caressed his cheeks.
Jakotsu smiled, as he wrapped his arms around his waist,
"You're adorable."
"…Whatever, Jakotsu."
And, before Bankotsu could wriggle out of the crossdressers grasp, he felt cold lips against his own.
As Jakotsu leaned back, he smirked triumphantly.
"I think that's how we should start the lemon."
"...Oh, fuck"
"My thoughts exactly."
TBC
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Inuyasha: -eyes widen- Y-You killed Kagome!
T.b: …Now you can finally be with the person you've always loved!
Inuyasha: …Who the hell would that be, wench?
T.b: …MIROKU!
Inuyasha: -eyes widen- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
T.b: …Kouga!
Inuyasha: DON'T MAKE ME PUKE.
T.B: -shrugs- We'll find you someone.