6: Get Punched!
"Dude. Out of my face." Kagome snapped, angry at her personal space being invaded and at another dent to add to ol' Rusty's growing war-scar collection. The glaring guy was big, a good head or so taller than her, and he reminded her a good bit of wrestlers she had seen on the radio television (when it actually worked)-but younger looking. A teenager delinquent?
And then she noticed the big red S on his black shirt. Since he apparently came with the obnoxious-colored speedster (how could she not notice the speed-brat zipping to her?), it was clear on who they are. Or rather what they are.
Oh hell no. I don't wanna deal with that kind of crap. Not today.
The big dude sniffed at her demand, "No. Answer some questions and I'll get out of your face." He saw her too tiny to stand up to him, she knew.
Curse her 5'3" height!
The little guy was babbling and panicking, "Dude, dude! No! Back off! This is not doing us any good!" He tugged on the big guy's elbow, but being a lightweight, he was ignored.
"Who are you?" His voice was strained, and it was that tone that infuriated Kagome.
She tightened her petite fist, "I. Said." Slight movements with her feet, of which the speedster had saw, "Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. My. FACE!" And Kagome threw it.
The tiny fist met the giant jerk's face, and it sent him flying. His little friend barely just let go, avoiding being taken with for a ride. The big dude sailed all the way across the road, and crashed into the flimsy wooden fence of some neglected field.
Kagome rubbed her fist, and sniffed at the groaning delinquent at the distance, "That'll teach ya, pig. That'll teach ya."
The yellow one sputtered, "I-I just, I don't even…" His wide green eyes turned to Kagome, pleading, but wisely backed away from the Asian girl, "Look, we just wanted to know what happened back there! You dealt with some goons we were chasing!"
She glared, "The dolts threatened me," she tossed a finger to point at his friend, "like that dude. What else? Am I not allowed to exercise my rights to defend myself and my kid?"
He jumped at the tight warning in her words, and yelped, "I'm not saying that! It's just standard procedure!"
"Standard procedure my ass." Kagome scoffed and lifted the handle. Her frown deepened and she stared at the door refusing to open with the deep dent, "…"
The speedster resumed babbling though this time with apologizes, when he saw the damages on the truck. Kagome growled under her breath, and moved past the boy to pound on the trailer for seemingly no reason. She was sure the little dude took it as her venting out frustration.
And then the big dude came alive. Pieces of broken woods fell off his body, and he shook his head. His wide eyes stared at the scowling woman, "How the hell do you do that? How in the hell…" He squinted his eyes, as the situation dawned on him.
The delinquent snarled, and stormed over his way back to Kagome. He was red with anger. Angry enough to leave mini craters of footsteps.
A/N: I meant to keep this information for later, but it was not exactly a secret either. One of my dear readers were confused and thought Kagome was older than she is, so I will get this out of the way for the sake of clarity: Kagome is 19 years old. I hope this tidbit helps.
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EDITED, as of 2/27/16.
