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Chapter 13: Random Run-Ins

He thought she was like a deer caught in the headlights, viciously grinning with a chuckle, he inched toward her frozen-state like form.

"Well, well, I seem to be having a charmed life. So, lil Kagome, you don't happen to be alone without your trash party, right? One could still notice you, even under that disguise." Kongo Agon unexpectedly met the pretty little hellcat he'd known from junior high again, and without any escorts to boot. HIKA, or Kagome as not many knew, was a sight for his sore eyes that lack a proper dose of arm candy.
"If only not for that elfin trash threat, as well as the complex your brother's is having for you..."

"Yeah, only the beady-eyed ones could." The girl with yellow baseball cap, almost real short red hair, and dark green eyes — from contact lenses for sure — snorted uncharacteristically. She regarded him with apprehensive stare, ready to make a bolt for her life. The Nagas' Ace took delight at her distress, looming over her much smaller figure. How he'd take delight sweeping her into his arms, entwining himself around her delicious little body.

"I miss you, lil one. Those graphic images would never do yourself justice, and I'm eager to catch up with you somewhere right now."

The idol in camouflage winced mentally at his suggestion, sighing, she tried to get out from his painfully repressing form. "Sorry, but Sesshōmaru-nīsan is expecting me, so please Agon, let me go."

The Shinryūji's utility player responded by casually entrapping her with both his hands at her sides. Meanwhile, a certain Ojō's linebacker, who was running under practice, had seen the whole incident by chance. Seijūro Shin knew it was Agon, but he didn't know who the stressed out girl was. However, he decided to come to her aid.

"Let her go." Shin caught one of Agon's hand, catching the shady player off guard which prompted Kagome to immediately seize her chance and move behind the kindhearted knight. Tugging his shirt from behind, she gave him one of her genuinely sincere smile.

"You truly befit your school, Shin-san. Thank you!" Shin regarded her a moment, wondering how she knew his name though his face betrayed nothing. "See you next time!" She waved shortly before taking her leave in a dash. Turning his head, the 40 numbered footballer asked.

"Who is she?" Clicking his tongue, Agon scoffed at the training geek, obviously unaware with show-biz, save for his team mate, probably.

"You'll see her at the tournament before long." The dragon tattooed player departed right away, leaving Shin unknowingly confused.

Meanwhile...

"...he's an out-and-out kind warrior! Somehow I imagine him as Amefuto's version of Ryu from Street Fighter."

"Nonetheless, what do I say about always keep yourself on guard?" The absolute tone in Sesshōmaru's deep voice chastised her typical rambling. "Not to mention, how my trickster of a cousin would react should he know your newest run-in."

The now already back to a raven-haired and blue-eyed idol had her face paled considerably, groaning, she hung her head in defeat. He's called as commander of hell not for nothing, since he — by learning from past experience — would seriously play hell whenever she got threatened, in any scale.

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AN: FYI, here Agon only knew a vicious Sesshōmaru and a homicidal Hiruma as Kagome's main guards. Pity he didn't know the other two in another country yet — if you know what I mean.