Extra: With These Fists
Little Kagome Higurashi thought of herself as a good girl, or at least she tried to be: she had a loving mother, a little brother, her grandfather working at the shrine, and no sign of her father in her life. The last bit of information led to some kids making fun of her, either because they didn't care what pain they caused, or because they just could. She didn't know, she just tried to be a good girl like her mother told her to.
But today, just as she neared the cafeteria of her school, three guys stood before her, smirking. She tried to back away but another stood behind her, cutting her escape route. Around this time Kagome was six and had just arrived to elementary school without making any friends, so she didn't have anyone to walk together with to the cafeteria unbothered. This of course gave groups of bullies to single her out of all others and start harassing her. She knew this as the bully behind her grabbed her shoulders. And it should be noted all of them were fourth graders while she was only a first grader.
"Higurashi, do you have money? We're really hungry." One of them said in a mockingly friendly voice.
She hugged her lunch box tightly, "N-No… And I'm not giving you any. No my mom cooks me lunch…" One of the bullies sneered and kicked her lunch off her hands, "Ah! No!" She tried to reach it but the bully behind her pulled her back, and another grabbed her box before she could, and quickly opened it, over a trash can, letting all the contents fall in the garbage before the poor girl's teary eyes.
"Hey, if you want to eat now, you better have enough money to pay for our food and yours, ok?" one bully said, pointing a finger at the girl that was about to cry…
The next second, that bully found his face smashed into a wall by a second grader, "You jerks!" The second grader in question—who was rather on the short side—had an orange hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, making it hard for Kagome to see his face, and he had his fists up, his right knuckles slightly bruised from his sucker punch. "You have no reason to make fun of others or hurt them, so why're you doing it?!"
He was mad, but the bullies got madder, "You're dead!" one yelled and punched the smaller kid, who gave only one step back before returning the punch. His left fist landed on the bully's stomach, and his right fist followed to the face, with another quick left punch to the fourth grader's nose.
One bully raced at the kid in orange and grabbed him by the wait, trying to pull him down. The little boy also held him tightly and, showing amazing strength, pulled around the bully with his clinch against a wall, shaking him off to deliver a one-two combo to his gut which got the fourth grader down, gasping for air.
The kid turned to the last bully who, smartly, turned around and started to run. The boy turned to Kagome, his face shadowed by his hood, "Are you… ok…?" he asked awkwardly.
The girl surprised him when she beamed, "You… You were so cool… You looked like a real boxer!" she cheered.
If the boy had to be honest, it was a good start for a boxing career. "You think?" he grinned, and just remembered something, "Oh crap, I'm supposed to get back or I'll be in trouble."
The next day, the bullies left Kagome alone, but when she asked for her savior… he was gone. Apparently he had been moved to another school for getting into the fight. That made her sad, she really wanted to see him again, and that large goofy grin of his.