A/N: For the 'Urge' theme on Dokuga's LJ comm - 200 words, no more no less. Originally posted on March 14, 2011.
Of the several weight classes, the 'lightweight' class is the one that usually starts off the fight. (There are a few classes that go even below the 'lightweight' minimum weight, but those are rarely used, especially in professional organizations. Each organization defines their classes differently though - sometimes, terms are even interchangeable.) It's the class where many fighters begin their careers, before they bulk up and move into heavier classes. The start of a climb for many, you might say.
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Lightweight
They sat in silence at the bar, each full of secrets. Kagome's heart and brain warred within her. Her feelings for Sesshoumaru had gone beyond what any cop should feel for a criminal, even those of the most noble bearing. Just tonight, she had seen how easily he could fall back to his violent nature, and objectively, she knew that it could only be a sign of how little control she had over this situation - of how little she truly knew of him. Demons were practically immortal, and she had only accompanied him for the smallest fraction of his time on earth.
She didn't realize how Sesshoumaru's thoughts ran parallel to her own in that moment. He couldn't fathom how he had been driven to protect this small, strong woman who he had met just a short time ago. It had been a long while since he thought of using her to his own advantage.
The urge to speak came to her first. "What is Naraku up to?" she asked, hoping desperately that he didn't know.
"I intend to find out."
She clutched her glass. "You'll get hurt."
"It's inevitable," he said, meeting her gaze. "One way or another."
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