A/N: For the 'Early' theme on Dokuga's LJ comm - 200 words, no more no less.
Originally posted on August 23, 2010.
A "boxer's handshake" is the little bump of gloves that opponents do right before starting a fight, given that they're prevented from a real handshake by the bulky gloves. And sometimes, I suspect, by the lack of desire for anything more cordial before beating up on each other. ;)
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Boxer's Handshake
The gray of early morning had touched the horizon by the time Sesshoumaru finally crawled into bed. The thin mattress allowed every lump and spring to prod at his body, but he could only be thankful that it wasn't a cot in a jail cell. He wondered again if someone had pulled the right strings - it was the only explanation for his quick release. But who would have bothered?
Maybe Kagome, he mused. She seemed to be the only one in the city that cared about what happened to him outside the ring, although he didn't know much about her at all. She hadn't even allowed him to walk her home. (Sesshoumaru pessimistically imagined a boyfriend - or a husband - waiting for her to return after a night out, unaware that she had gained and lost a small fortune.)
The phone rang, startling him, and he snatched at it. "What?"
"Oh, good. You are out of jail, then," said a smooth, dark voice.
He scowled at the receiver. "Who is this?"
There was a light chuckle. "You should know your benefactor, Sesshoumaru. I'm Naraku," the man on the other end said. "I think it's time we got better acquainted."
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