Disclaimer: Once again, I barely own my own stuff, let alone Inuyasha. Oh, Rumiko Takahashi, please give it to me for Christmas, or whatever holiday you can think of… I'd take care of them, and would feed them… often.. Oh well. Somehow, I don't think that's going to work. Anyway, another one-shot.
AN: This is just another instance where I am torturing the poor Bankotsu, giving him all sorts of fits over futuristic clothes, only, this time, it's actually men's clothes. And another random drabble. Just thought I'd note that. It came to me in a daydream.
Speedo or No?
(Now, all of those with dirty minds who misconstrued this title, please hit yourselves once in the forehead with any foam object nearby. Thank you, back to the story.)
Kagome dangled her feet in the stream; her socks and shoes neatly placed near a tree a few yards from the shore and leaned her body back until her head was resting in her hands. It was a hot summer day in the Feudal Era and she wiggled her toes in the water, wondering why she wasn't at home in the air conditioning. Oh, that's right, Gramps was having another Priest meeting at the shrine and everyone had immediately thought of some other place they were supposed to be; Souta went on a four-night-sleepover with friends, Mamma felt stressed and needed a vacation, even Buyo disappeared. And Kagome, Kagome had decided to come into the sweltering heat and manage here. Now, even the boring old men gathering around her kitchen table sounded better, the smell of liniment was probably suffocating, but at least she had the day to herself. Inuyasha and the group didn't expect her back for a week more, the fight to get that week making her head swim.
She sighed and stripped off her uniform, glad she'd worn her swimsuit, diving into the water with a smile at the cool feeling. She had just been going to the bottom, looking at a beautiful shell stuck to the bottom when she heard someone clear their throat. An embarrassed looking Bankotsu walked up, shielding his eyes, his face cherry red, "Hey. Kagome, I'll turn around while you get dressed. Sorry to catch you bathing again." She glared at him, remembering the first time. He hadn't been nearly as nice, asking her questions about her futuristic underwear and chuckling for weeks afterward, until she'd set him straight with much yelling and finger-pointing. After that, he'd avoided her like the plague, whistling before he came near so there would not be a repeat episode, but the glare melted away as she looked down. Her swimsuit wasn't so bad, maybe by Feudal standards it was, a simple blue and silver two piece. It wasn't even a bikini, but rather a tank top and biker shorts.
She snickered and smiled at him, "Would you like to join me?" His eyes nearly fell out of his head and he immediately walked forward, smelling her breath for alcohol or any substance that would change her mind so quickly, and she laughed out loud, explaining to him the idea of a swimsuit and how she'd brought him one, well, two to pick from. He nodded and she grabbed the towel off the top of the smaller blue bag, wrapping it around her waist, succeeding in extinguishing Bankotsu's awkward glances for the moment and pulling out two swimsuits with a smirk. One was a pair of white and blue trunks, with designs like his uniform, the other was a white Speedo with a blue stripe going horizontally from the front to the back.
"So, which one?"