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I make no profit from this story. All credit goes to Rumiko Takahashi.

She was a protester of sorts. This was what she did, her job, her life mission.

"We've lived thousands of years without machines!" Kagome screamed, thumping her foot against the cement of the side walk, "We can go another thousand without fault!"

"We've gotten so used to electricity doing everything for us," Her opponent responded, equally as harassed, "What makes you think we'd want to give that up now?"

Kagome stomped and pointed at the man in front of her, outraged, "I just bet you'd be one of the ones who'd think that, huh?" She growled out, indicating the mans rather large gut, tucked unceremoniously into suit pants, "I bet if you did any real-mans work, that wouldn't be there, now would it?"

"Are you calling me fat?"

"If the shoe fits!"

The man opposite her, who stood about three inches taller, with a comb over and a suit that said, "Dress to Impress, if you've got the money," took a step toward her, raising his fist above his head in a complete show of dominance that looked utterly foolish to Kagome.

Their argument was abruptly broken off by the police, who had been called out to investigate. A tall man wearing a uniform attacked Kagome's opponent, whilst a female with a police badge and hat pinned her arms painstakingly behind her back. "Hey!"

A third cop called out to their audience, looping one thumb into his pants and waved they're crowd away, "There's nothing to see here, folks, get back to what you were doing."

Yes, She was a protester of sorts, Kagome was. This was the life she'd chosen. To stand up for her beliefs.