Disclaimer: I don't own Kagome or her comrades. I do, however own Joss.

Author's Note: Okay, I've decided to break out of the cycle of fluffy romance and get back to the good old days when my lady characters ruled the world. So for those of you who need a dose of girl power or just enjoy saucy women, this is for you.

This drabble dedicated to the fabulous SailorChibi ^_^


Kagome sat at her desk, pondering the infinite mysteries of Trigonometry and drumming her pencil on the thick textbook. The thing might as well be written in Egyptian hieroglyphics as far as she was concerned for that was about how much sense it made.

Is that even possible? she wondered idly.

Her gaze wandered to the tiny bottle of jewel shards that twinkled in the sunlight streaming through her window.

So tiny and yet so powerful, Kagome mused. Unlike me.

Spending most of her days in the company of a half-demon, Kagome was forced to admit to herself that she just couldn't one-up him in the fighting prowess department. Simply by the gift of his breeding, he was at least a hundred times stronger than she and he was about two hundred and fifty years old.

Kagome was sixteen, mortal and clumsy.

She might've felt better about her shortcomings if the only other girl in their group was likewise awkward. Fate decided to drop-kick Kagome's self-esteem when it introduced Sango into their group. The young woman was probably eighteen and quite possibly the original femme fatale. With her extensive arsenal of demon slaying weaponry, she was a one-woman army. Although Kagome doubted Sango needed about half of the stuff she carried. Given the opportunity, Sango could probably slay Naraku with a spork.

It was downright unfair to have to spend every waking moment of every day traveling alongside such a woman.

Kagome was sick of being the damsel in distress, tired of being rescued and fed up with being a victim. She wanted to be the one kicking ass and taking names while the rest of her friends looked on in awe. Kagome needed to prove to them and herself that she wasn't just a reincarnation picking up where her predecessor left off. She wanted to be seen as her own person, independent and a force to be reckoned with.

She was a priestess, for goodness sake! A miko could be stronger and more powerful than a hanyou or a demon slayer if she trained right. That was exactly what Kagome was aiming to do.

Her mind made up, Kagome marched downstairs, picked up the phone and punched in a series of numbers. Moments later, a woman picked up on the other end of the line.

"Malcolm residence," a deceptively sweet voice chirped.

"Hey Joss, how ya doin'?" Kagome greeted her American friend.

"Kagome!" she squealed in delight. "How's my favorite chicka?"

"Not so hot, actually, but I'm hoping you can help me fix that," Kagome confessed.

A few moments later, Kagome hung up the phone with a wicked smirk curling the corners of her lips. She remembered everyone insisting she was Kikyo's reincarnation and how everything she did was measured against Kikyo's accomplishments.

She remembered what she'd told InuYasha the first time she'd met him, "Kikyo, Kikyo! I don't know who she is, but I'm not her. I'm Kagome! Ka-Go-Me! I'm not anybody else!"

From now on, nobody would ever mistake her for Kikyo. She'd make damn sure of that.


As a side note, I'm not bashing Kikyo here. I just wanted to get the point across that Kagome is sick of being compared to someone else.

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