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Things That Go Murr in the Panty Drawer	By : Numisma Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 6632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Mama? Has anyone been in my room lately?� Kagome asked her mother, who was in the kitchen chopping onions and cabbage for some okonomiyaki that was to be the main course for dinner that evening.
�No, dear, not in a couple weeks, unless Souta�s been in there,� she replied with a smile. �What�s wrong? Are things out of place?�

I guess you could say that� the teenage schoolgirl thought to herself before smiling and brushing it off with an answer of, �No, I just usually keep the door to my room closed, and it was open when I came in. But never mind, it�s probably nothing.�
Off she tramped, keeping her thoughts on the matter to herself. It probably was her little brother being a dork again, though why he would go so far as to hide her undergarments was completely amiss to her.
Seeing as she had arrived too late in the morning for it to make sense of her showing up to school that particular day instead of waiting till tomorrow, she decided to go clothing shopping.
She�d managed to find a clean pair of panties in the most recent pile of clean laundry her mother had left for her in a pile, so she was glad that she did not have to go trouncing around in dirty underwear or sit and wait in her room for her mother to do the batch of dirty clothes she�d just brought back from her latest excursion in the Sengoku Jidai. However, the missing garments from her drawer had made up a good two thirds of what she originally had, so unless they were to magically reappear a couple days later from their hiding spot, it was merely common sense that she go out and buy more underwear.
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After returning from her little shopping trip with about 15 more pairs of new bikini briefs and a couple thongs and hi-cut French panties, Kagome spent the rest of the day studying for the test that was the primary reason for her return to the modern era, sloped over her desk and fitfully attempting to understand the mathematical gibberish that was contained within the pages of her textbook. Circles, triangles, random straight lines, and calculator symbols and abbreviations floated around in her head sporadically, giving her a headache.
She just couldn�t concentrate when it came to math. Closing her textbook with a loud thud as she gave an exasperated sigh, she resorted to finishing off the other mints that were still sitting on her pillow.

Wonder where I can get more of these, she thought to herself as she reveled in the succulent bite of the chocolate mint, tossing the discarded wrappers into her wastebasket.
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Meanwhile, in Boston, Massachusetts, Davan carefully examined the new pile of women�s undergarments his panty-klepto of a feline had brought back during his latest raid through the plumbing. He was accustomed to it by now. It was just something about his strange cat he would have to live with.
It wasn�t that he minded the underwear. In essence, he didn�t care too much. Underwear wasn�t his thing, but it�s not like it technically bothered him. It was that he didn�t want it piling up in his home. The cat just would not stop! Throwing them away was both a waste of good panties and a waste of time, as Choo Choo Bear would always find them again and bring them back. It only made sense to get rid of them in a more permanent yet productive way, a way that was much more difficult for the strange chemokitty to track the stolen undergarments down.
Plus, with his friend T-Bob doing a great modeling job for the auction pictures, each pair usually went for at least $20.
Taking a closer look at the cat�s most recent raid booty, Davan noticed that this time, it seemed like the underwear belonged to someone else. Every single pair of high cut panties in the pile was a good size smaller than the ones he was accustomed to finding being splurted and expunged from his cat�s gelatinous composition, and the tags were not in English. It was some Asian language, probably Japanese or Chinese. He wasn�t sure which but knew enough to be able to tell they weren�t Korean or Thai or� or anything else he recognized. And there was no sign of a name monogrammed on them anywhere, unlike the ones Choo Choo Bear usually brought back, the ones that said �Kestrel.�
�Hmmmm,� he said aloud to himself with almost complete indifference. �Guess he started raiding someone else�s panties.� He scratched his head slightly. �I just hope T-Bob can fit into these, or I�ll need to find a new model.�
And with that, Davan picked up his phone and called his friend and auction picture model, despite the time of night it was. There was a content murring in the background, as Choo Choo Bear was dreaming pleasantly of the things that only panty-klepto chemokitties such as himself dreamt about.
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The next morning, Kagome awoke to find another wrapped mint on her pillow, just inches away from her forehead. It was a blurry sight at first, but when she noticed the green foil wrapper, her eyes shot open, and after studying the offending item just past her eyelevel, she tensed.
Scrambling out of bed and over to her dresser, she opened the drawer in which she kept her underwear, and much to her discontent, she noticed that all of her recently washed pairs of panties were missing. Thankfully the recently purchased, mostly still in the plastic pairs were still present, but� the whole premise was disconcerting.
She would need to have a little talk with her younger brother about taking things from her room, especially such� intimate� items, and playing such pranks as leaving apology mints for her for her in exchange for the stolen garments.
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