I don't own anything Inuyasha.
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Since then, Kagome had shed the gawky adolescent shell to reveal a woman on the brink of full maturity, but her eagerness to get into fights had apparently not dwindled. Upon entering the club Sesshoumaru spotted her almost immediately at the edge of the pit. Her midnight hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, the ends teasing the long curve of her neck, and she swirled her drink in an irritated manner while staring down an unknown person in the crowd. The booming speakers and screeching amps were only dulled by the frenzy of motion, allowing the source of Kagome's indignation to quickly be discovered.
An average, skinny man kicked heavy boots around, clearly attempting to collide with any random fan. Black X's were marked on his hands that swung violently within the center of the pit. After a few moments, the riled group made way, but Sesshoumaru was unsure if from approval or avoidance.
The answer, however, became clear once the man got closer to Kagome's position. He carelessly targeted people not participating, and after the first missed swing her drink met his face dead-on, followed quickly by Inuyasha's forearm slamming against the reckless man's chest.