Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, it is owned by Rumiko Takahashi. End of Story. By the way, this really isn't a whole lot of Kagome/Bankotsu fluff, but rather, me toying with Bankotsu's head… well, more specifically, his look. After the lipstick story, I think I'm hooked. They're just too fun to write. Which ever title works for you, just pick that.
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After having accepted the last four members of the Band of Seven as allies, albeit grudgingly, Inuyasha had never expected to see the sight in front of him. Standing on the edge of the clearing, an image framed by the trees. Bankotsu stood there, fuming, his hair down from its customary braid and dripping wet, his face contorted in rage. Inuyasha wasn't surprised to see the mercenary wet, he had left a while ago, saying that he was going to take a bath, and that Jakotsu had better not follow him. The cross-dressing man had pouted, muttering that he never inflicted any harm upon the youngest man, simply commented and admired from a distance. Bankotsu had shivered unintentionally, reminding Inuyasha of the talk they'd had, well, more a yelling fit. The short man had not realized that Jakotsu was hitting on him when they were speaking, but had thought that the older man was simply affectionate about his friendships. Suikotsu, Shippou, Inuyasha and Renkotsu had laughed outright, with Kagome, Sango and Miroku snickering, not wanting to incur the wrath of the mercenary.
But, as Inuyasha thought of this, he couldn't think of why the man was angry as Jakotsu had been with him the whole time, bothering him to no end with thoughts out loud that made him twitch to think about, that is until he saw the whole man. The reason for his anger being his attire, for instead of his white and red armor, with violet decorations, he was dressed in a short green skirt and white sailor top, red bow askew, barefooted, hands clenched into fists at his sides as his shoulders rose and fell, him taking deep breaths to calm himself. Opening his eyes again, Inuyasha fell over laughing, tears coming to his eyes, as Jakotsu came over to Bankotsu with as serious look as he could on this occasion. The hanyou only wished that the other members of the extended group could see this. Sango was at the slayer's village, out of respect for her family, Miroku was with Mushin, Renkotsu was helping Kaede, under Shippou's watchful eye, and Suikotsu was meditating, a newly attained skill, courtesy of Miroku.
"You know, Bankotsu, I think this look would suit you with a few minor adjustments." Bankotsu's jaw dropped, and he was about to tear the effeminate man limb from limb when he heard a small click.
His eyes narrowed and he turned around to face the trees, seeing a glimpse of some baggy white pants, "KAGOME! YOU'D BETTER NOT HAVE DONE WHAT I THINK YOU JUST DID!!" With that, he raced through the trees, with Jakotsu whistling appreciatively after him, Bankotsu's cheeks staining a furious red.
A little bit ahead, Kagome had hiked up the pants and was running through the trees for her life, happy that Bankotsu didn't have his halbred, and even happier that she could get to the well and develop the newest picture Bankotsu would have to bribe her to get back. She giggled, remembering the last one, Jakotsu paying her as much as he could get to see Bankotsu in hot pink short-shorts.