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Last time's prompt: news.
Sinner Angel
"Hello?" Inuyasha poked one of the attending medics. "You there?"
He was duly ignored.
"Hey, ProActiv," Inuyasha sneered at a pimply, greasy-looking worker to his left, expecting to get a rise out of him.
ProActiv failed to recognize his taunting.
Inuyasha shifted into a pretzel-legged position, propped his cheek against his hand, and sulked.
-!-
Kagome felt herself frowning as the first tendrils of consciousness crept into her fleecy world of sleep. 'No,' she told herself hazily. 'I will stay asleep…'
"Hello?" a voice entered her blank dreamscape. "You there?"
'No… I'm still sleeping…' Kagome thought drowsily in response. But despite her best efforts, the voice had roused her from her sleep anyways. She sat up from her position on the floor, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 'I must have fallen off the bed.'
"Hey, ProActiv," a rude, sneering voice called out from behind her.
Whatever lingering sleepiness she retained dissipated. The inner dog in her bristled immediately, bracing to bite back at whomever had dared to insult her. She took extremely good care of her skin, exfoliating every morning and night with a very expensive face wash that took up a week's worth of wages at the local ice cream shop. And she used that foul-smelling overnight masking cream that took another week's pay, too, damn it!
Kagome spun around on her butt, not minding the fact that she was about to give a frosty reply to the arrogant source of her return to the conscious world sitting down.
"And just who," she quickly scanned the room for whoever had made the comment. Her eyes alighted on a boy dressed in ridiculous jailhouse clothing almost as soon as the words left her mouth. "are you calling ProActiv?"
The boy was sitting cross-legged, one hand propping his chin up, and looking in the opposite direction. He ignored her.
Kagome felt rage bubble up inside of her, even though she knew it wasn't sensible to be mad at a person who had clearly been in jail. Actually, it was borderline stupid, but at that moment she didn't particularly care. He had insulted her skin. And maybe she was still half in dreamland.
Before she knew what had happened, she had closed the distance between them and poked him hard in the neck.
"I said, just who do you think you're calling ProActiv?"
The boy sat there, blinking up at her in surprise. "Who the fuck are you?"