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Kouga's never liked shopping. It's always too crowded in stores to get where he wants to get, the clothes are either only available in a size too big or a size too small and there's children screaming everywhere. By the time he gets home he's ready to sit in silence for at least an hour.
Don't get him wrong, it's not as if he's bothered by a lot of noise. It's just the type of noise that makes him shudder. Loud parties and clubs are fun, but people yelling and being impatient is not.
Of course, he can't wear the same clothes forever and will have to get new ones someday. His last pair of pants ripped yesterday so now he has no choice but to get new ones. It's not even that bad: he found three pairs in his size and only had to wait for five minutes before a fitting room was free for him to use. He was actually quite sad about the short wait, for the fitting room attendant lady he'd been eying had just coyly started to smile back.
On the other hand, he was now going to be ahead of schedule and could join Ginta and Hakkaku at their house for some games. It had been a while since he'd last seen his friends and the thought immediately lifted his spirits.
This is when fate decided he shouldn't have celebrated early. The first two pair of pants fit fine, like he expected they would, but the last one seemed to be a new cut or fit for they felt a bit... smaller, then usual. He gets them almost all the way on before they get stuck right beneath his ass of all places. He's never thought his nicely shaped butt was a problem before, but apparently these pants were trying to convince him otherwise.
At least he could just take them off, and then-
They didn't come off. He huffed, knowing he should have given up as soon as he felt the tight material, but some kind of 'maybe they'll be stretchy enough' thought had pushed him to continue.
Stupid.
He growled, trying to push them down with all his power. With the amount of muscles he had you'd think that would be easy, but apparently the muscles in his legs seemed to be bigger.
All his frustrated growling seemed to have attracted attention, for there was a hesitant knock on the stall door followed by a voice that sounded just as unsure. "Is everything alright, sir?"
Kouga weighed his options. On one hand, having someone help him out of this situation might be useful (and if the attendant ripped the pants it wouldn't be his fault), but did he really want to traumatize the poor lady by making her see him in this position?
He glanced in the mirror. Oh well, at least his butt had never looked better. He really wanted to get out.
"Could you..." He started as he awkwardly stumbled towards the door, unlocking it and peeking through to look at the lady's questioning face. Of course it was the beautiful one he'd been eyeing before. "Could you come in and help me? It seems I got... stuck."
He didn't blame the confusion that showed on her face. "Stuck?"
Nodding, he opened the door a little further so she could come in. Her face turned into a mixture of embarrassment and horror (was that a little bit of appreciation as she glanced at his ass?) and she promptly closed the door behind her. A snort escaped her before she covered her mouth with a hand, seemingly weighing her options.
In his opinion she recovered fairly quickly, clearing her throat and taking on her straight stance again. "What would you like me to do?"
Kouga glanced around to look at their possible plans of attack. There was a small chair that he could sit on but that would limit the room in the stall that already felt cramped with of them in there. She seemed to come to the same realization, for a smile that radiated tired acceptance settled on her face as she crouched down. "If you push down, I'll try to pull. Don't worry about ripping it, it seems this new line is two sizes smaller than regular pants. With all the complains we’ve had, the company can’t do anything if we need to take drastic measures to take them off."
Feeling relief at not having to worry about that at least, he gave her a thankful smile. "Sorry that you have to help me with this," He said as he started pushing. The sooner he got out of here, the less chance he would be accused of inappropriate behavior. He really hoped this didn't traumatize the poor lady.
Her voice sounded strained as she answered, seemingly putting all her power into pulling down. Something that was probably a laugh escaped her. "Don't worry, people ask us to do weird stuff all the time." As they took a small break from their exertion, she looked up with a sly smile. "And at least the view is great this time."
If his face wasn't red from the effort already, it would sure be now. He was eyeing her before, sure, and he was sure that his admiration of her long dark hair and brown eyes was on his face, but he would never flirt with someone who was working. The fact that she was the one who started the flirting made him feel a bit more comfortable with it, and strangely enough the situation as a whole.
They started trying to take it off again as he answered, so now he was the one who sounded strained. "This was also not how I imagined you taking my pants off for the first time," and felt a little thrill of victory when she fell forward on her knees from laughing. The longer this took the more he got the feeling these pants were never going to come off, but the situation could have been a lot worse.
"The first time?" She gasped out, holding his leg to steady herself as she tried getting up again. "You're very ambitious, aren't you? How did you even get these pants this high?" A glance to his biceps and she rolled her eyes, "I mean, I can guess how, but I feel like that should also allow you to take them off again."
They tried together for one more time, but the pants weren't budging. He sat down on the chair, not really caring about cramping up the room. This was a new low. He was actually winded from trying to take off pants. "As you can see, muscles aren't everything."
Kagome looked amused, one brow quirked and a smirk on her lips. "Your charming personality can't do it either?"
A chuckle escaped his lips. "Charming the pants off myself? No, I don't think so."
Her smile turned apologetic as she used his legs to get up without falling over. "Guess I'll have to get the scissors then. Please give me a second."
He slouched deeper into the chair when the door closed, a big sigh passing his lips. He didn't know whether this was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him or the best - Kagome at least seemed kind of into him, and he was definitely into her. He really hoped she wouldn't find it inappropriate that he was flirting with her during work, but with her reciprocating he didn't really think so. If he got out of this with minimal further humiliation, he would definitely ask her out.
When he opened his eyes she just returned, pair of scissors in hands. She didn't even ask him if he was ready, just saw his exasperated nod and carefully started to cut the pants away. The cold of the scissors made him shiver, but other than that the pants were off in no time. Grinning, he stood up to stretch his legs, grateful for the release.
"Thank you, Kagome. If it weren't for you, I would've been stuck for who knows how long."
"It's no problem at all, I'm just glad we finally got you out of them." She glances up at him with bright red cheeks, and he suddenly realized he's just standing there in a shirt and underwear. It's no use to cover anything up anymore so he doesn't bother, but he's sure the embarrassment is flushing on his own cheeks as well. As she clears her throat, she makes her way towards the door of the cabin. "I'll leave you to your fitting now, sir." And with those words she hurriedly grabs the cut-up pants from the floor and leaves the room.
Taking a moment to breathe, Kouga sits down on the chair and covers his face. How is this his life?
After changing back into his own clothes and deciding to keep the pants that did fit - he almost forgot what he was there for in the first place - he's glad to see that it's also Kagome who helps him at check out. He quickly notices that she avoids his eyes, though, and wonders if maybe he did go too far with the flirting. He just smiles as he takes the bag from her and thanks her once again, before leaving the store with the thought to never return.
Maybe he'll change his mind if he sees the phone number on the receipt once he's home, though.