Author's Note: Inuvember "Main Gang #2" prompt. FYI, I am a woman who grew up never experimenting with make-up and fashion so my knowledge is pathetically low lmao, sooo don't judge my descriptions too harshly. I tried my best ^^"
Originally posted on Tumblr: Nov. 2, 2018
Posted here: Sept. 17, 2020
Setting: Canon-verse
Characters: InuGang
Words: 825
Rated: T
Genre: Romance, Friendship, & Humor
Makeover
"Kagome, you want to give me a man-a-what?"
"A manicure, Sango!" Kagome said excitedly, beaming at her best friend. "We're gonna have a full-out makeover! I want to doll you up like we girls do in my era!"
"Umm." Sango gazed with trepidation at the brightly colored bottles and assorted items that looked like miniature weapons. They didn't look particularly dangerous, but if what Kagome implied about applying them to her face and hair was true... "You're quite sure about this...?"
Kagome flashed her a wicked grin. "Trust me, Sango. Not only is this a great girl-bonding-time, but the results always please the gentlemen." She winked.
Sango flushed. "Y-you're saying-"
Kagome brandished several tools in her hand between each of her fingers, like a dramatic make-up artist in a movie. "Let's do this!"
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"What's taking them so long?" Inuyasha whined, perched on the fence next to Kaede's garden.
"Patience, my friend," Miroku said calmly, sipping the tea that the old priestess had given him some time ago. "Ladies need their time alone, just like us men require it."
"Yeah, but it's been hours!" Inuyasha said in a huff. "What in the hell can they be talking about for so long?!"
"It is in my experience to not question what mysterious women exchange between themselves," Miroku replied sagely.
"Keh! What a load! There's no mystery about talking! Only in how long it's taking-" Inuyasha stopped complaining abruptly. Miroku nearly dropped his cup.
Kagome and Sango emerged at long last from Kaede's hut. They looked... the same, and yet not.
By now, the group had grown accustomed to Kagome's exposed legs with her school uniform, but now, she was wearing a red, tight-fitted dress that accentuated her curves, with a teasing glimpse of her cleavage. The dress covered most of her legs, except her ankles, where a pair of open-toed red high heels were strapped to her feet; the red nail polish on her fingers and toes added a nice touch. She wore her hair up in a messy bun, with beautiful ringlets on the side. The make-up wasn't overdone, with only a little extra eyeliner and mascara to emphasize her bright blue eyes, and a lovely shade of red lipstick that made her full lips look even more kissable than usual.
Inuyasha made a choking sound, his amber eyes wide and locked on her form, his hands flexing into fists as he desperately restrained himself from lunging forward and snatching her up.
Meanwhile, Sango was wearing a cute, pink short skirt (a good few inches shorter than Kagome's school uniform, with a tighter hold), and a sleeveless shirt, highlighting how close her chest was to exposure with the slightest push of fabric. Her long hair was down, covering her shoulders, and teased into fullness with Kagome's hairbrush to look messy and yet rather sexy. Like Kagome, her make-up was done nicely, but with an extra brush of blush to accentuate her high cheekbones. Her nails were painted purple.
Miroku swallowed hard, staring at the lovely sight.
For a few minutes, everyone stood silently. Then, Kagome, who was rather amused and pleased with herself, placed a hand on her hip and pouted. "Well, aren't you boys going to say something?" she said in mock offense.
A flash of red and silver, and suddenly, both Inuyasha and Kagome disappeared. But Inuyasha's red-robed form could be seen in the distance, heading deep in the forest for some privacy. Sango, keenly aware of her own alone time with the monk of her heart, twiddled her fingers and shyly pulled down her skirt in an attempt to cover her legs.
"Umm, M-Miroku?" she said hesitantly, mentally hitting herself for sounding and feeling so childish. She'd defeated hundreds of demons, battled goodness knows how many adversaries, and yet in the presence of this one lecherous, wonderful, kind, stupid monk, she was utterly helpless. Especially like this!
"Sango," he said her name slowly, as if tasting it for the first time. She shivered. Then, his hand was on her chin and she was looking into his eyes. "What do you say," he continued, speaking in that new tone that both scared and delighted her, "we follow the example of our friends," nodding towards the forest, "and find ourselves a more... private place?"
"You're such a pervert," Sango whispered, blushing, but somehow resisting the urge to slap him. For now. She took his hand and walked in the opposite direction, to a quiet little place past the village's fields.
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Shippo was perched on a nearby tree branch, munching on his apple, watching these interactions go on, Kirara sitting next to him.
"I don't get it, Kirara," he said to his companion. "Sure, Kagome and Sango looked pretty, but they always look pretty! Why did that make Inuyasha and Miroku lose their heads?"
Kirara meowed and scratched her ear.
"You said it. I'll never understand adults," Shippo said, tossing his apple core over his shoulder.
