--Pink, Part I--
Inuyasha stood in front of Kagome, wrapped in one of Mrs. Higurashi's quilts, head hanging, ears flat against his head. The young girl was slumped against a wall, hand over her mouth. After choking back something that could either have been laughter or horror, Kagome stood up and faced Inuyasha.
"So, let me get this straight... your clothes got muddy?"
Inuyasha just nodded, the misery evident on his face.
"And... you tried to wash them?" Another nod. Here, Kagome broke from her train of thought. "Who showed you how to use the washer??"
"Souta did."
A look of understanding dawned over Kagome's face. "And he didn't think maybe that 500 years ago the dye in your fire-rat robe wouldn't be made to stand up to a modern washer?"
Inuyasha shook his head. In response, Kagome just sighed and looked at a pile of rather pinkish cloth that was lying on the floor. "Well, it's not as if you have anything else to wear..."