Author's Notes: I was getting really sick of writing Kajimoto's Strip Club, so I told Fated to tell me something and I'd write it. She asked for Momoryo, serious/angsty because she says I need to branch out. So, I present! It's 1 in the morning at the moment, so neither of us are inany state to beta this, but, as it's one in the morning, my brain says it would be a good idea to post it anyways. It will be betaed/edited later...when it's not one in the morning.
I know it isn't fair, but I hate her.
I hate her for the way she looks at you, and for the way you look at her. I hate her for her manipulations, and I hate her even more because I know they're for your own good. I detest her because she isn't detestable, because she's open and friendly and I should feel guilty about my own bitterness. Sometimes I do, and that just makes me hate her more.
I hate her because you fight over her, in the same way that you fight with me. And I hate her because she enjoys it, giggling, like you're both just pawns in her game. I hate her because she has him and yet she uses you.
I want to believe she doesn't deserve you, but my logic tells me otherwise. There are times when I don't know if I hate her or if I hate myself, because if you love someone, you want them to be happy, right? But I can't feel anything but bitterness, bitterness that she can give you that, and I can't, that you'd be happier with her than you'd ever be with me. Bitterness that she can have you and I can't. I feel nothing but bitterness, until I feel guilty for being bitter, and then I hate her even more for making me feel this way.
But no matter much I hate, I can never bring myself to hate you.
Sometimes, it feels like I hate her.
I know it isn't right, or fair, and that she can't help it if she has a crush on you. I know this in my head, but it doesn't stop the flare of anger whenever I see her following you, wringing her hands, stuttering as she speaks to you. I hate her because she doesn't deserve you, because you need someone stronger, someone fiery. And I hate myself because I've convinced myself of this, without knowledge of your feelings.
I may hate her, but on a layer less deep, I pity her. I pity her because I know how hard it is to get close to your heart, how you take what you need from the world and don't let anyone in. I pity her because she tries so hard and you give her so little. And yet, always, always, I feel like you give her more than you give me. So I hate her, and I feel awful about it, so I act supportive of the two of you… but I always resent it, deep down, and that just makes me hate her even more. So I hate myself for hating her, and I pity her because she doesn't deserve my hate, and then I hate her because I want to pity myself even more.
And even though you're probably the most deserving of the three of us, I can never make myself hate you.
-resists urge to write fluffy ending- Yeah. Betaing it later. In the meantime, remember that this fic would not exist without the wonderful Fatedtofall, so you should go to my favorite authors and read her Inuyasha stuff. And comment. Yes. Go, ducklings. -one in the morning-