Torn Shirts

The hole was niggling and nagging at his mind. He pocked his finger through it again and watched it wiggle. It just wasn't fair! And it seemed that no one knew how to sew, so here he was plugging into town to find a seamstress.

"I think the real reason you got so much money to fix such a small thing is that Kaoru is hoping that you'll be a typical man and just buy a new one." Sanosuke adds his comments in, "Besides, pink just isn't a very tough color to begin with."

He stops in his tracks. "It's not pink! "It's magenta! That it most certainly is!"

Sano hooks a finger through the hole in the sleeve, hoisting the arm with it to inspect the color.

"Man, someone took you for a ride when they sold you this."

"And how do you know I didn't make it myself?"

"Because I have seen you cook, clean and have the floor wiped with your ass by a girl, but if there is one thing I know that even you can't do, it's sew."

He jerks back his sleeve indignantly. "It's still not pink though. It's magenta and it's a perfectly acceptable for a man to where magenta."

Sano raises an eyebrow before grabbing his pink ( magenta! ) friend by the hair and setting him in front of a group of women out shopping.

"Ladies!" He greets, resting an elbow on the smaller man, "Would you say this is pink, or magenta?"

The redhead takes a shot at Sano as they laugh.

"Pink!" Comes the inevitable answer. One reaches forward as as he turns the color of sleeves. "Oh, but it's torn -- "

"NOTHINGICAN'TFIX!HAHA,SEEYOU -- "

"Oh my . . . "

Indeed such a tear on the seam comes undone rather easily, especially when it is held by soneone intent on inspecting damage while the garment is still on someone trying to escape certain doom. He lunges for his sleeve before it takes the rest of the pink with it. He misses and rather ends up in a state of half undress.

He pauses before fleeing back in the direction they had come in. Sano follows.

"Some Battosai you are, beaten by a piece of fabric."

"I know where you sleep."

"We sleep in the same room."

" . . . don't talk to me."

Later . . .

"So . . . nothing got done?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Sano rubs his head. "He made off with my shirt, I assume something got done."

"Uh huh."

They pause and glance at each other.

"So . . . did he buy a new one or repair the old one?"

Sano shrugs. "Dunno, either or."

Kauro stretched and rose. "Guess I'll be cooking tonight. Go find the brat. Eh . . . wait, I see something on the horizon, it's got big hair . . . " She slid open the door. "You'd better have a good reason for making off with my money."

"Indeed, that I do." He smiled sweetly, setting down one parcel of pink cloth. "I bought a new one, that I did."

"Oh . . . ?"

"Ta da!"

"It's pink . . . again, didn't you learn anything today?"

"IT'SMAGENTA!"

"PINK."

"MAGENTA!"

"You two are idiots."

Note It came to me at lunch break. But, in reality, I think the fangirl world would be depressed if Kenshin wasn't a geek in pink.