A/N: For the 'Towel' theme on Dokuga's LJ comm - 200 words, no more no less.
Originally posted on July 5, 2010. This won second place! :D
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Down and Out
Sesshoumaru sat down at his tiny kitchen table in his towel, under the yellow light, and studied the bills stacked beside the envelope that contained his winnings. He had given up the spacious penthouse and the luxuries that had come along with legal prize fighting, but those indulgences had followed him to this place - an apartment so small that the entire thing could have fit into his penthouse's guest bathroom. Fighting illegally would sustain his form, and the cash would sustain this meager life, but this was only temporary. He needed a plan to get back on top - and a decent amount of money to fund it.
The light above the table flickered and died, leaving him in darkness. He scowled and put aside an extra note aside for a new bulb.
The girl he had met that night - Kagome, he remembered - had money. More importantly, she took risks with it, and she believed in him. It was a step down from the corporate sponsors that used to court him, but it could serve as a beginning. He was, after all, a very good bet.
Kagome Takahashi, he decided, was about to make a new friend.