Revised A/N: Thinking about continuing this story, but it's sooo old that it's not even my writing style any more lol. So I'm going through and revising it a little to get a feel for it, and to remind myself what it's about and where the heck I was going with this. Please Review/Flame I love all feedback.

A/N: Oh Kay, I'm not a very good writer so please be kind. However, I do like criticism so it would be much appreciated if you would give me some.

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Not A Kikyou Wanna Be

The land shuddered and rocked as the ferocious demon boar fell to his death. The hero's of this battle stood still and silent in shock over what had almost transpired. All eyes where glued to the small priestess whose life had just moments before been in danger of being lost. None spoke, nor moved to help there fallen comrade. The displeased growls of there leader and dear friend, Inuyasha, kept them in there place.

"Goddamn it! You stupid wench, what the hell did you think you where doing rushing in the middle of the fight like that, you could have been killed?" Inuyashas question went unanswered by the miko and he began to worry, if only slightly, had he been to late, was she hurt, was she dead. But no, the priestess struggled to lift her upper body from the ground; dirty and bruised she was none the worse for ware. Clear sapphire eyes glared heatedly at the half demon, her raven hair fell around her in a dark vale as if to shield her from the prying eyes of her friends.

"I was trying to help you. You where distracted, as always, by Kikyous' soul stealers. If you had been paying more attention I would not have had to interfere." Surprisingly the mikos' voice was calm and strong, simply stating fact rather than accusing. "I would not have died, I'm stronger than your macho demon ego can handle." At this the honyou's face grew dark, head tilted, eyes shadowed, he misunderstood.

"Are you blaming Kikyou for your stupidity, bitch!"

"No you insulate moron! I'm blaming you for your own stupidity you bastard!" Her earlier calm had been replaced with fevered shouting. "If you weren't always so caught up in that, that traitorous dead bitch we wouldn't be here now!"

"Kikyou is not a traitor and if any ones a fucking bitch it's you! You think you're so fucking good just because you're her reincarnation. But you'll never be Kikyou! You'll never be as strong as her, you'll never be as good as her! Just face it Kagome you're nothing but an imitation, a copy, and a poor excuse for a Kikyou wanna be!" His words, though spoken many times before, did not have the usual effect. Kagome stood, tears in her eyes that would not fall.

To long she had endured this injustice on her person, to long had she pined over a love that could never be and truthfully never was. Slowly something broke as she turned and walked away.

"Hey! Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" She paused, clearly contemplating her answer, choosing her words carefully.

"I am going home. Do not come after me, do not come through the well, and do not ever speak to me in this way again. I will show you, Inuyasha, that I am stronger than her, and that I am stronger than you. When I return it will not be for the rosary beads around your neck that you fear me Inuyasha. You truly have no idea what you've done, but I shall be more than happy to mend your ignorance." She had not turned to face him; instead she stared thoughtfully towards the horizon. At her cold words Inuyasha almost doubted that the back he faced was Kagome's. With conviction she resumed her departure.

Inuyasha was weak, only a half demon with out the proper instincts, he could not feel it. But Shippou could, and he was glad. There had always been a greater power hidden behind Kagome's gentle purity, it was something he had seen that first day they'ed met in the middle of that old battle field. It, in fact, was what had drawn him to her. Begging him to get close to the human female, telling him to become a part of her family, to place himself under her circle of protection. It had called to him of true power, and at first he had been curious, as was the way of the kitsune.

Time in her presence had appeased his curiosity, for he had learned. In the gentle hold of her arms at night, in the lullaby's she sang to him, in her eyes as she looked at him, and in the caress of her aura as it engulfed him. The women he had chosen to be his mother held something within her that would bring not only the half demon to his knees. And Shippou could not wait to finally see her true power released.

As inconceivable as it seemed, deep down Inuyasha was frightened. Of course, consciously, he refused to acknowledge this. He just really could not know that his fear was well grounded, and that it had been his instinctual demon beast that had provided him with this fear. And, though the beast knew that his stubborn refusal could and possibly would be the death of them, Inuyasha did not.

Kagome walked silently through the forests of Feudal Japan, all the while fuming within. Her calm facade gave no hint to the rage burning within her. He would learn, this she would be sure of. She had been lenient with him, had appealed to his ego by seeming helpless, had wanted to be his friend and new that if he felt she was a threat he would never have given her the chance. Maybe she had seemed to week, so week that he thought he could walk all over her as if she did not matter, as if she did not exist.

No more. The setting Sun brought to her new strength and bitter memories. Higarashi Kagome, her given name so ancient its meaning had been lost to the world. Her surname, given to all in her family had great meaning however, Sunset, and like the flames of the dying Sun her power was great and it was beautiful. However, as Inuyasha would soon learn, the Sun never went out peacefully. Each night as it approached its death it fought with valor and strength beyond imagining. Setting fire to forests and stealing water from oceans and lakes. Without the Sun there would be nothing. No life on Earth or any other plane for that matter, yet for every soul the Sun gives life to sacrifices are made.

He would learn, the hard way, that some one such as she could never the reincarnation of some one like her. Kagome was no mere imitation, hardly a copy. And she would show him in a most gratifying way that she was not 'A Kikyou wanna be.'

A/N: Alright then, whether you loved it or you hated it please send a review. Tell me how you feel, why you feel that way, and what I can do to make it better if you believe I should.

Thank you Puffishigh789 for your correction, I honestly cannot believe I did that.