Disclaimer: Inuyasha does not belong to me.
Originally written for dokuga_contest's Weekly Perfection, Drabble #63 – Strain. 100 words.
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Collision
Tangle
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Sweat poured down her face as she grimaced.
"Concentrate!" Her father whacked her across the shoulder with his shinai before coming at her—a silent, kendo force to be reckoned with.
Kagome stepped back, narrowly evading another quick strike. But she tripped over her feet, landing hard in a frustrated tangle of limbs. Whipping off her men, Kagome loudly exhaled.
Evil, heartless Sesshoumaru! Why do I always get picked on?
Her father hovered above her. "What's wrong, Kags?"
"Life."
He arched a dark eyebrow.
"Don't do that!"
"Why?"
She groaned petulantly. "Because it reminds me of him."
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