Part 17. I need a hero.

She needed a drink, now. While she didn't dislike Hojo, he sure was very persistent, annoying at times. She knew that him being here had to be Miroku's doing, since Inuyasha's face made it very clear he wasn't happy with the guy's presence either.

- Would you like to dance with me? – his slurry words made it clear he had already a tad bit too much to drink.

- Uhm, thanks but I think I'll rest for now, Hojo.

- Come on, Kagome, just one song.

His hands came straight to her hips and she turned around to face him, eyes wide and trying to free herself from his hold. Hojo moved forward, aiming for her lips, when a fist collided with his face.