This was inspired by Melissafromreno on tumblr, who asked for (among other prompts) a laundromat au with InuKag. Welp, here ya go! It's maybe a little different than what you envisioned, but it's what I saw so I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha nor do I profit from this fanfic.

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"What the hell?" InuYasha Takahashi exclaimed. In his clawed hand was a bra. A lacy, pink bra, that most definitely did not belong to him.

He frowned as he rooted through the remainder of the basket's contents. More lace, more pastels and a plethora of g-strings . This was not his laundry!

Biting back a snarl of frustration, he strode up to the attendant and dangled the offensive garment at the end of his finger. "Does this look like mine?" he growled.

The young man, who wore a name tag proclaiming him to be Hakkaku, gulped audibly. "I-it's not?"

InuYasha bared a fang. "It is not. For one thing, I don't wear bras. For another, I don't send my unmentionables out to be washed."

Hakkaku nodded, then shook his head in negation. "A girlfriend, maybe?" he squeaked.

InuYasha narrowed his eyes. The kid was scared spitless, but the hanyou didn't care. "No. Now, what I want to know," he said in a deceptively soft voice, "is just where the hell my laundry is!"

The soft tone did not cancel out the exclamation at the end, and this emphasis did seem to jar the poor attendant into actual helpfulness. "Do you have your ticket, sir?" he asked, eyes hopeful and wide. "I can find it if you do!"

InuYasha thrust said ticket under the hapless Hakkaku's nose, while crumpling the lacy bit of nothing in his other hand. What kind of woman had strangers handling her underthings?

He ignored the satiny feel of the garment, along with the knowledge that whoever owned this piece of sin was generously endowed. He ignored the thought that the objects which would fill the cups of the undergarment would also fill his hands. And he had very large hands.

Hakkaku took the ticket and rushed to the back room. There, his brother Ginta was busily folding another load of clothing for yet another customer.

"Ginta!" he hissed, "We've got problems. That last load you brought out was not the right one."

Ginta looked up in surprise. "Yes, it was. I double checked the ticket myself."

Hakkaku paled. If his brother hadn't made the mistake then that meant that…

"You were gaming again, weren't you?" Ginta asked, certain of the answer. He continued to fold the garments before him.

"Maybe I was, but I've also been busy too! I'm the one doing all the sorting and loading! If you'd just-" Hakkaku tried to defend himself, but was interrupted by his brother.

"Well, you'd better find out where the correct basket is, hadn't you?" Ginta suggested. "Koga will have your hide if you lose a customer."

Damn, Koga's Kwik Klean Laundramat had only been open a few months; if he screwed up now…

Hakkaku didn't finish the thought, but rushed to the neatly stacked rows of 'ready' laundry. He franticly compared the ticket in his hand to the ones on the baskets, but none of them matched. Shit!

He was going to have to go back out there and deal with the pissed-off hanyou. He would almost rather face Koga, if he were honest with himself.

Ginta sighed. "Look, go out and try to find when the load was picked up and by whom. Then call them and explain. They'll come back with the load they picked up and we'll straighten it out."

Hakkaku nearly wept. Maybe things could be salvaged! He gathered his courage and stepped out of the folding room and back into the reception area. The hanyou did not look any more pleased than when he left.

"It appears that a mix up has occurred, sir," he explained. "But give me a few moments and I'll work it all out." He began searching in the computer for all of the pickups that day. There were only two. One, an order of forty five uniforms to a local outpatient facility, and the other of a small load, to a Miss Kagome Higurashi.

Well, it's doubtful that a large order of uniforms would be mistaken for a single basket of individual laundry. So, the missing load must be with Miss Higurashi!

As he checked the sign out slip, he noticed the signature was of a Sota Higurashi. He remembered the pickup because the young man had been in a terrible hurry. He'd fussed that he was going to be late for his soccer game and that had prompted Hakaku to rush to accomadate him.

That was no doubt when the mistake occurred.

"Well," InuYasha demanded, as the nervous attendant worked in lengthening silence.

Hakkaku started. "Um, sorry sir," he said. "I've found your missing laundry. It was picked up earlier by another customer."

The hanyou sighed. "And how does that help me?"

"Er, well…I'll just call them and explain and they can run the load back here and switch out with you." Hakkaku was proud of this idea, and immediately set to work calling the number on file. Unfortunately, Miss Higurashi did not answer any of the four calls he made, nor did she have a working voice mail.

He frowned, perplexed. What now?

"Well, what now?" snapped the hanyou. "I ain't got all day, there are things in that load that I need today!"

Hakkaku gave him a sheepish smile. "It appears that the customer isn't answering their phone. I'm afraid we'll have to wait for them to realize the mistake and return with your things, sir."

InuYasha lost his temper. "To hell with that! Let me see that screen."

And he twisted the computer around and took quick note of the name and address of the absconding individual. "I'll get my stuff myself!"

Hakkaku's eyes nearly flew from their sockets. "Sir! You can't do that, it's breach of policy to approach another customer. You shouldn't have seen that address!"

"Yeah, well. Too late now," InuYasha smirked, and grabbed up the basket of sin and headed out the door. He ignored the frantic cries of the attendant and the confused inquiries of his brother. He had a wench to track down, and she had some explaining to do!