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Chapter 16: On The Prowl
It was right after Kōga left her side, alone in a secluded spot, where she could watch the entire game without getting disturbed by her overzealous fans. For a humble and selfless person she was, her job could be her doom. She never did abandon her fans and was willing to gratify their wishes, heedless to the risk as far as it goes. In that regard, she was put within a strict perimeter to keep any mishaps at minimum, regardless her adept capability in defending herself. Sango, her other personal guard, was still preoccupied with her cheerleading squad. Yep, the brown haired young woman also served as a member of the cheerleading squad, for the sake of her safety. She was a seventeen year old prodigy in martial arts and combat task, on a par with Kōga for being a year younger than him.
'It couldn't be...' She felt a sudden chill on her back, the kind feeling of being watched, or stalked in her most case. Somehow she could tell the difference, whether their intentions merely devotional or ill-natured. This time, though, she had a funny feeling about. However, that feeling already vanished as soon as it she was aware of it. Kagome shrugged it off, 'Maybe I'm being an overly paranoid. Gee — seems all those load from the jetlag, practicing and home-schooling begin to catch up with. Hopefully Kaede-sensei will have mercy.'
One particular male figure kept a close watch at the two people in some remote kind area at the stadium. His unusually violet eyes — a result of his original color eyes mixed with blue-colored contacts — glinted when one of them left the other alone. 'Hm, perhaps a little warning would do her good to remind her.' He inwardly chuckled, walking closer to her place before casually withdrew from the arena. He had to carve out a perfect plan for the time being, unlike the previous one. Because failure would be the death of him.
"Kikyō-sama, please go inside. We couldn't afford any harm to your ailing constitution. Please be considerate as to preserve the Shikon no Tama until your coming of age." A servant of traditional ancient family escorted her mistress. Said mistress had a faraway look on her eyes, longing to be free and be at particular someone's side. She lamented for him, to have her on his hands.
'Don't be reckless and be safe. Please, get back soon...' The pale young lady turned to follow her maid, praying for the man she held dear, for all one knows before her inevitable demise in the near future.
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