I remember the day when my cries echoed throughout the halls of the hospital. My mother had been expecting a girl for six months, and now I was coming. My father, no one knew but my mother. They weren't married. The only person I had was my mother. When I came out of my mother, I looked around very confused. Where was I? WHO was I? Why was I here? I looked up at my mother's warm brown eyes though, muffled with the tears from labor, and I knew that wherever I was, I was safe. I was a new born babe, just being brought into the world. I was bare flesh, with small brown eyes and small strands of black hair protruding from my head. I remember what one of the people in the room, a doctor no doubt, had said.

"Just like it was predicted, she's a girl." He had said. I looked up to him with my new eyes. I still had no idea who I was, but part of me was this word "girl". I had some meaning to the world, I was a girl, but I still was not different from the other girls in the room or in the world. What I needed was a name. A name that people would just think and my presence would appear within their own minds. I had to have a name.

They wrapped me up in a soft blanket of a deep beautiful color that showed innocence and slight sadness, which I later learned was the color "blue". It soon became one of my favorite colors. They handed me to my mother, and I could feel her kind embrace like a shield that would protect me from all who wanted to harm me. I wouldn't have rather been anywhere else. My mother's gaze looked upon me and I felt her eyes change into a thinking expression. And then she spoke, her words flowing out of her mouth as thick and as sweet as honey.

"Her name is Kairee. Kairee Suchiaru. This is my child." And then she held me close. My mind drifted away from the outside world and retreated within itself. I had a name. The whole world would know me as Kairee Suchiaru. I had meaning. And I was safe and warm. I couldn't have been happier. Or safer. I owed all of it to my mother. She was my creator, the one who cared for me, the one who gave me meaning inside this strange new world.

I was suddenly overcome by this warm feeling. It was so sweet and so warm, filling me with happiness. It was like I was suddenly put under a blanket and the heat rushed over me like the kind arms of my mother. This feeling was love. That was something I didn't learn later. I knew it the minute I was born. Even though I was new to the world, and all the mixture of emotions that tainted or purified its air, this emotion was strong. I thanked my mother for the best few minutes of my life. I fell asleep.

Suddenly, my body went cold. I was still within my own mind. It seemed to be inside my soul. No. It was my soul. There was something strange about it. It was not the innocent new soul that babes possessed. This soul was older and weathered with many experiences. And this soul had a name, though I knew not what it was. It was trying to talk to me.

"Who are you?" I asked with my concenceness. My soul seemed like a pure white cloud in my mind. But I knew this was no new soul. It fact, it wasn't even really a soul. It was a person. Then, just when I was just about to give up hope, the white cloud started to form a human woman. She had brown eyes much like my own, and long black hair tied back into a pony tail. Her clothes looked strange, and unlike anything she had seen in her first minutes in the world. It was a white shirt with long sleeves that open 

white at the end, lightly embracing her arms. Her shirt was tied by a red strip of fabric and then fused into red billowing pants. She was bare foot. The woman carried a bow and a quiver full of arrows.

I stood there, looking at her strangely. She kind of looked like what I imagined myself to look like when I got older. But there was something about her that hurt my heart. And it was her expression. It was so… depressed. She looked sad. And then she spoke, her voice sweet and light.

"You are my new body. I will not allow evil to use me to take the jewel." Then she narrowed her eyes. I shivered at the darkness in her eyes. There was such hatred embedded in them. Her innocent sadness had vanished. There was nothing but that darkness, that evil…. That hate.

"I will never allow that half breed control my feelings, deceive me like that again. It's a good thing I killed him." I shuttered. My soul was this angry woman who was responsible for killing someone!

"Who did you kill? How could you kill someone?" my eyes filled with tears. This couldn't be a part of me. We were more like two different people. I was crying. Because of this woman. She looked at me without emotion. She didn't care how much pain I felt. I began to feel anger myself. How dare this person just come and make me hurt like this?

"It matters not. It was only moments ago for me, but for you, it was thousands of years ago." Then she turned away from me, while I stood there crying and looking confused. What was she saying?

"The jewel is once again within my possession, and this time, no one shall take it. I will not be used again." What jewel? I didn't know, but I knew one thing for sure. I was a reincarnation. Of this woman.

"What do you mean you?" I spat at her. "You're dead. That much is clear. I am alive. I am Kairee. You aren't. I don't know what this jewel is that you speak of, or who deceived you and made you so cruel hearted, but you are not me and you do not control my life, whether you're my soul or not!" I didn't know what made me so bold all of a sudden, but it didn't seem to faze this woman. She laughed a beautiful note that was tainted with coldness and bitterness. I shivered.

"You are a fool. Your life means nothing to me. You are merely a body I can use to live again, away from that wretched half breed." I cringed, and felt my own eyes equal with hatred.

"Who are you?" I demanded. She smiled a smile that held no kindness.

"My name is Kikyo." She said.

"Well Kikyo," I said, slowly feeling myself become stronger, more reassured, "I don't know who this boy is you speak of, but I think he was innocent, sensing your evil ora. And you know what? I'm going to make sure that I will avenge his death and destroy you!"

Just then, I felt powerful pink light come from my presence. It shot out at Kikyo, and hit her full on. Kikyo flew backward and crashed to the ground. She stood back up, and she started to disappear. She looked at herself becoming transparent, and then looked at me. Her cold smile had returned.



"Fool. Do you really think you can kill me? You are me. You kill your own soul, you will be no more than a lump of flesh. Through your life, I live again. You are me." Then she disappeared entirely. I stood for a moment, then fell to my knees. That power, where did it come from? It must have been the power of the jewel that Kikyo spoke of. I thought.

"I am not you, Kikyo." I spoke to the darkness of my mind. "I am Kairee."

It was then that I woke. I was in a different environment now. I grew to learn that this place was my home. I turned over in my crib. Was it a dream? No, my eyes still burn from the tears she made me cry. I narrowed my eyes. My mother made the first minutes of my life wonderful. Kikyo did the opposite.

At that moment, I remembered that promise I made to Kikyo. I realized something. I was going to destroy her. I would find a way to get rid of her soul being my own. And then I remembered who I was doing this for. That boy Kikyo mentioned. She said she had killed him because he had used her and deceived her, but I was convinced from Kikyo treacherous attitude towards me that the boy she spoke of was innocent. I wanted dearly to know who he was. I wanted to know what had transpired, to know how things could have gone so… wrong. Whoever you are, I will make sure Kikyo will suffer for your pain. And I will learn who I am. I know I am Kairee, but also know there's more to it than that. I have a history of wrongs from my past life. No, from Kikyo's past life. I know live to right those wrongs. I turned over again, and looked up at a blank looking thing that I later learned was called the ceiling. I clenched my tiny little baby fists. Then I spoke my first words, within only a few hours of my birth.

'"I am Kairee." I said quietly, my new voice quivering. I fell asleep again.