Prov. 37: Dirty Laundry
Title: Surprise, Surprise.
Author: Sun
Rating: Adult
Genre: Canon, Post-manga, Comedy.
Word Count: 312
Summary: Kagome’s customer is certainly not very satisfied.
A/N: A sequel of sorts to King Baka’s entry for the same prompt. ^_^ You inspired me, KB!! I squicked and loled so hard while writing this!
Warning: A really weird/gross fetish.
The young man barely had any memories of his life before this one, though he dreamt of two beautiful women - one the sexiest warrior he had ever laid eyes upon, the other a strange girl with a deliciously short skirt - an obnoxious kid, and a foul-mouthed boy with silver hair, golden eyes, and a penchant for treating him like a best friend.
Truth be told, he sometimes fantasized about being more than just a “best friend” to the boy - even though he never could remember his name! It was frustrating, infuriating! He wanted that boy to look at him, but he was always looking at this one girl.
At least Miroku remembered the girl’s name. Higurashi Kagome.
When he stumbled on her ad on Craigslist to make more money by selling her panties, the pervert thought, Why not? He liked women normally; it was just this one boy that drove him nuttier than squirrel shit. Maybe if he bought whatever dirty underwear she was willing to sell him, it would turn him completely straight once more, breaking himself out of his habit of dreaming about this boy that he couldn’t remember ever meeting.
Within a week, the package had arrived; Miroku was more than just a little giddy as he tore open the top of the manila folder, shoving his hand inside eagerly.
His heart skipped a beat as he gripped the soft, slightly slimy fabric and pulled it out - revealing a white, super-sweaty fundoshi that he recognized from somewhere…
His face lit up with realization as he muttered, “Inuyasha!”
That was the mystery boy’s name, and Miroku knew he’d seen this very same fundoshi many, many times before. Bringing the smelly undergarment to his nose, he took a curious whiff.
Disappointment filled him. “In my dreams, it’s sweatier,” he mumbled before returning to his laptop to type out the unsatisfactory email.