I feel like it's been freakin' forever! Wow, I've had this ready to upload just never got to it cause I'm a lazy underachiever, WOOO GO MINIMUM!

Disclaimer: I do own Eyeshield 21 or Inuyasha, however i do own a pair of leopard print house slippers :D

Tenth Halftime Show

Team: Shinryuuji Nagas

Player: Agon Kongo

Position: Utility Player

Old Habits

She swore he was stalking her. Ever since that unfortunate meeting he's been everywhere! Everywhere she looks he's always there! And it's always the same time too. On her way home from school.

She even changed her route home three times!

Her little brother recently got into American football and practically begged her to take him to a football game one day. I was a scrimmage between the Kyoshin Poseidon's and Shinryuuji Nagas. Kagome didn't really understand the game but as long as Souta was happy, all was right in her world. That is until after the game where she stood outside the school waiting for Souta to come out of the restroom.

She noticed one of the players, the one that was sitting on the bench, out of the corner of her eye but paid no attention to him.

However he had her undivided attention as he walked past her, and had a vice like grip on her ass.

Out of reflex she swiftly turned around and her hand met his face. Inwardly, Kagome cried. Her hand fucking hurt!

'What the hell? Is his face made of steel? His head didn't even turn to the side!'

"Pervert! I'd apologize for the slap but it didn't even affect you!"

Agon wanted to scoff. That hurt her hand just as much as it hurt his face. 'Does she practice smacking the hell outta people!'

"Sorry about that. Call it an old habit?" Agon put on his innocent act.

Kagome wanted to slap the hell out of him again as he smiled like all was good in the world. All is not good in the world. 'For some reason the words 'old habit' remind me of 'cursed hand'. Great. Exactly what I need, another Miroku.'

"Old habit my ass." Kagome muttered. At that time Souta made his appearance. "Some on Souta. Let's go." She stomped home. And Souta wondered if he missed something.

Since then, every street she goes down, he's always there. And he always manages to cope a feel on her. Whether it'd be her chest or her ass. Your pick, well his pick really.

Now here she is in the middle of a narrow street wishing she had eyes in the back of her head. Suddenly, Kagome was pulled into an alley as a hand shot out of said alley and latched onto her arm. She was none too gently pushed up against a wall where she found a hand under skirt and one under her shirt.

"Must you do this every time you see me?" Despite the fact that she always expressed her dislike for the treatment, she never made a move to stop (with the exception of the first day of course and the few times after that but who's keeping track?).

You could practically imagine the smirk on his face in the dark alley. "Like I said, it's an old habit. And old habits die hard."

FIN