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'How long am I going to have to bathe to get his scent off me?'
It was the first thing she thought of and Kagome knew she had to be blushing like a love-stricken schoolgirl (mind you, it was out of embarrassment and NOT out of infatuation) when she felt the warmth of his body press against her back.
"Here, you need to keep your legs just a little closer together." Clint said lowly, placing a large hand on her hip and positioning her to his liking, seemingly not even noticing how close they were actually standing to each other.
'Sesshoumaru is going to personally stalk out his office and rip this man to shreds with his very own claws.' Kagome shuddered at the violent thought, well too aware of the very masculine body pressed up against her own.
"Who taught you?" Clint asked, stepping back (finally) enough so she could let out a breath of relief, nodding as she took her shot and giving her an impressed look, "You pick it up very quickly."
"I taught myself," Kagome answered, "I never had an actual teacher," She said, not even glancing at Clint and bit her lip in concentration as she shot off another arrow, 'One has to learn quickly when under the threat of constant demon attacks.' She thought sarcastically.
"I doubt that even I could have taught myself to get at your skill." Clint stated and Kagome quickly averted her blue eyes, rather unused to such compliments and praise.
Then again, demons weren't exactly the encouraging type (especially dogs it seemed).
"When did you start?" Kagome asked, wanting to know a little bit more about the man who was 'teaching' her. She could tell just by looking at him that he was no ordinary person ā in particular, with the way he held himself.
It was as if he were expecting an attack at any given notice.
And she could relate to that.
"Young, very young," Clint gave a vague answer, thinking back to his childhood, though he pushed it quickly out of his mind, "Much younger than you."
Kagome frowned, releasing her next arrow a little too quickly and heatedly, easily noting that it was far off target (yet would be an excellent shot for any amateur), 'Is he...?' Her sharp blue eyes grew a little darker.
Was he implying that she was still just a child?
"That can't have been that long ago," Kagome said casually, immediately feeling that she made a mistake by saying it out loud when Clint stared at her for a moment, before giving her a smirk, "Iā"
"Flattering, Higurashi, coming from you." Of course it wasn't lost on his eyes that Kagome was quite the looker, though perhaps a bit young for someone of his age.
... Okay, he would admit she was 'jail bait' as Tony Stark would probably so appropriately say, but that did not mean he couldn't appreciate her looks from a distance.
Kagome strung another arrow hastily, staying silent as she attempted to get over the embarrassment she was currently feeling. She took aim at the target, and found herself almost gasping when a light shone off her arrow for a second, before disappearing altogether as it stuck into the target.
Did he...?
'What was that?' He wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light or if he has just been seeing things, but he was sure that an unnatural light gleamed off Kagome's arrow as it shot through the air. He glanced at the girl, noticing that she was rather tense.
"I.. think that's enough for today," Kagome finally said, slinging her bow over her shoulder, "I didn't tell my... 'Brother' that I was coming here today."
The way she hesitated at the word brother intrigued him.
"Thank you for offering to teach me," Kagome said, inclining her head slightly, "If I see you again, I would like to learn more." She had to be polite of course.
"Sure." Clint nodded, watching with slightly narrowed eyes as the girl gathered her equipment and ran off rather quickly.
He walked to the target that had Kagome's arrow embedded in it and much to his shock, as soon as he barely even touched it, he felt something that resembled a tingle or even a light electric shock run up his fingers and up his spine.
The brief feeling of tranquillity was alarming.
"Barton," He answered his work cell phone as it rang, his expression turning a little grim at the details of his new mission, "Understood." With that, he pocketed his cell phone and quickly left the archery range.
Kagome's strange arrow was placed securely in his belt...
