I nearly forgot her name.

I thought of her as "that girl."

You know who I'm talking about; the one that traveled with my annoying brother, looking for those useless shards or something.

I remember her strange clothes, so short for our time. I remember her raven-black hair, shining meticulously in the sunlight every time she turned her head to look at InuYasha with fond annoyance.

It always bemused me as to how she stands him. I would've put an end to him, but yet, she still smiles and laughs, showing off her endless patience. Her patience angers me.

Isn't it only human nature to lose temper and leave? Humans are so predictable; so carelessly stupid and ignorant.

But she isn't.

I first became curious the first time I tried to kill her in my father's bones. I almost laughed at her horrified expression as she locked eyes with me.

But, beneath the trivial fear, was a kind of strength that I had never seen before. Courage was also being held up, something that I don't ever see.

In a way, her strength scared me.

I almost panicked as I watched her rise from my acid, Tetsuaiga in hand, her gaze level and her expression pure.

I never really wanted to kill her, at least subconsciously, because of the strength that I knew would die with her. Both a pity and a waste.

But she was always in the way, standing faithfully by her other human friends and InuYasha.

I felt like vomiting the day I almost took down InuYasha and she threw herself over his body and glared at me with all the fury of hell. How could I kill him with this demonic human over him?

She amuses me to no end, and that was why I spared them that day.

InuYasha did not deserve her, yet she clings to him like a puppy to its mother. It's sick, yet strangely saddening, knowing that I could never get to know someone that strong personally. Knowing that someone with that patience, that purity, would never stand by my side, would never make me feel like my mass murder was something trivial.

In my own way, yes, I was jealous of my dimwitted half-brother, who had so much of what I wanted. What I needed.

Kagome.

That was her name. I will always remember that name with a sense of longing, at least while she has a need for a proper guardian.

Why do I feel that her name will be engraved in my memory forever?

Hehe, short monologue I had, rotting away in my computer. I had to put it up before it spoiled past its expiration date. (Eww...it's smelly now!) I made this when I was 12...stupid grammar check.