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Chapter 12: Double Hustler
"Um, Kōga, who's the one playing against Inuyasha?" Kagome's big blue eyes motioned toward a young blonde American.
"He is the Invincible Gambler, believe it or not, your mutt-face brother was already defeated five times, and I heard he's only 17." The blue-eyed bodyguard filled her in.
"And his name?" She took keen interest, sensing how this not-bad looking guy pretty much reminded her to a certain devil of football captain.
"Clifford D. Louis. I bet Sango's luscious rump he'd make a decent opponent against Hiruma." Miroku chimed in before getting his head bopped soundlessly by the owner of said derrière.
"He said he's also from noble line." Sango thoughtfully added.
"A bluff, though he does have better hand." Kagome supplied matter-of-factly, leaving the others bewildered at her practical comment. She shrugged them off, casually strode over to the poker table where her brother was seated. Smiling warmly, she hugged him over his shoulders. "I'm leaving tonight, Inuyasha. See you not so soon!" She gave him a squeeze.
"Feh! Just don't get into trouble. Goddamit Kagome, you know how I hate old man's fucking whine!" He grumbled, ruffling her hair with one hand while the other remained holding his cards. He's fully determined to beat the cocky bastard before him. However, "Fuck, another smart-assed hustler..." He muttered under his breath, instinctively cursing his cunning bastard of a cousin for he was already losing the game, again for the sixth time.
Clifford watched the half Japanese beauty with a hard stare, which being returned with an ephemeral fascinating blue eyes prior to her retreating form, along with three other people. "Quite a looker for a half, who is she to you? Don't give me that family crap, she doesn't favor you at all, and no, you're not in any romantic relation with her."
Inuyasha's jaw could've dropped one floor underneath if possible. Shocked was an understatement, for he mentioned every single damned thing he's about to say. "My adoptive sister," he managed to grit before hollering, "Bugger off, you bastard!"
"There's no need to get riled up your ass. I'm not interested if you want to know. So, another round?" Inuyasha threw his cards away, hastily storming out and cursing all the way. Meanwhile, the American quarterback was sure that the jackass, and possibly his cute adopted sister, would remember him, assuming how he had always left a strong impression.
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