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"Miko, who is this?"
'Dammit,' Kagome thought angrily, turning to face Sesshoumaru rather slowly, 'I didn't expect to see him so early.'
Clint raised a brow at Kagome's strained smile, before giving her 'brother' a quick, analytic scan from head-to-toe.
And he did not like what he saw.
'His body language,' Clint thought, his eyes growing cold while the muscles in his arms tensed, 'I can't read it. I can't read it.' It instantly had him on guard because he had no idea what the man could and would do next.
"This is Clint Barton. He's the one who has been teaching me a better form of archery," Kagome answered defensively and Sesshoumaru did not look amused, "I've become his apprentice."
Sesshoumaru's eyes flickered gold and he narrowed them slightly, "Why did you not inform this Sesshoumaru you were bringing a guest?" He asked icily and his disdain was quite obvious.
"If I'm being forced to a party I don't want to go to, then I'll bring along one hundred guests if I want to!" Kagome snapped, unconsciously reverting back to Japanese, "Besides, all these 'important' men might think you have some strange thing for your adopted sister if you keep bringing me along as your escort!"
Clint placed a hand on her shoulder as she panted lightly after her small rant; her eyes blazing with aggression. He eyed Sesshoumaru for a response, though he had no idea what Kagome had just said.
But to both their surprise, Sesshoumaru actually smirked, "I had foreseen this course of action, Miko. I invited another escort to attend with this Sesshoumaru. I will make sure she gives you her greetings this evening." And with that, he was gone from their sight and inside the building before they could blink.
Kagome felt dread build up within her from his words, 'He brought someone else? His mother maybe? If not, who?' She seriously hoped it wasn't one of those numerous bimbos hoping to get into Sesshoumaru's pants and bank accounts.
She had enough of those women who faked in trying to get along with her, in hopes that she would give them a good word to Sesshoumaru.
"You okay, Higurashi?" Clint asked, patting her head twice to snap her out of her thoughts, and she glanced up at him with blinking eyes, "I see you have such a charming brother." He said dryly.
"Don't be offended, he's like that with everyone," Kagome sighed before she intentionally lowered her voice, "Between you and me, he lets me hug and hang off of him when in private." She grinned when Barton snickered.
"Shall we?" Clint gestured for her to move ahead of him, "I bet this will be an interesting night." He murmured, wondering if he would get to see Tony Stark.
It was the perfect time to gather any intel on him for S.H.I.E.L.D.
"This is not really my scene," Kagome admitted sheepishly once they wandered in, "It might be boring for you, being surrounded by all these stuffy businessmen and women and their escorts."
"I won't be bored if you're with me, Higurashi," Clint ruffled her hair, taking notice that she didn't even bother to style her hair in something intricate and he couldn't help but to smirk at her proceeding smirk, "Not even surrounded by all these fat cats."
Her puzzled look at his term was simply endearing.
"So, do you know who this Tony Stark is?" Clint asked casually, draping an arm around her shoulder when he noticed that a wealthy older man was already eyeing her in a not-so-innocent manner.
"The name sounds familiar," Kagome said thoughtfully, not really even noticing his arm, "I might have met him in the past, but I usually don't remember the businessmen Sesshoumaru forces me to meet." She shrugged with no concern.
"I think you would have remembered if you met Stark," Clint said sardonically, "He's a rather infamous playboy. He'll try to charm you into his bed, even though he's probably as old as your father."
Kagome smirked, "Don't worry about me. I know how to deal with those types." The smirk grew rather sadistic and even Barton looked a little wary.
It didn't take too long for him to notice, but Clint could definitely see why Kagome was not interested in these rich-people parties because it was boring as hell.
"Sorry you have to suffer with me," Kagome gave him an apologetic smile when he grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter, "We only need to stay for an hour or–?!" She tensed when Barton quickly turned on his heel, harshly grabbing an arm that intended to land on her shoulder. She turned to see who it was and was surprised to see familiar cobalt eyes.
"Ban!"
