DISCLAIMER: Inu-Yasha would be wearing less clothing if he was mine.

A/N: Of all the things to make an update on, I pick this. How odd, no even reads this anyways. Oh well, I guess my serious side is coming out more and more. Don't worry, Bathtime is being worked on as often as possible. And SJHS will get updated again one of these days. I promise...

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-Inu-Yasha

We're sleeping in the Western Lands tonight. Heh. These lands USED to be my old man's when he was alive. Now it looks like that bastard Sesshoumaru has taken over. So, that doesn't make him the REAL Great Demon of the West, does it? Kami! I fuckin' hope not, his ego's big enough already. We aren't too far into the territory, maybe half a day's journey, if that. Sesshoumaru shouldn't be able to catch up with us from the forte or whatever it is he's living in, but I'm sleeping with both eyes open tonight.

I don't know WHY he just randomly decides to hate me. He just does. At least *I* have a fuckin' reason to hate him. I mean there's nothing like waking up from a fifty-year nap to find someone's wanting to off you for something you have. It didn't used to be like this. I remember being just a pup and hanging around Sesshoumaru in the halls of the palace. He really didn't like it, but at least he tolerated me back then. I guess I didn't make it easy on him, cuz-DAMN! I was an ANNOYING little shit. Still, he was my older brother--the one who taught me to catch and kill dinner the right way. Now, he wants to catch and kill me for my sword. Fucking greedy bastard, it's not like he doesn't have two swords of his own--Tensaiga and Toujikin. Besides, if our father wanted Sesshoumaru to have the Tetsusaiga, he would have GIVEN it to that little prick.

Why does Sesshoumaru want the Tetsusaiga anyway? He can't use it. At least, not without a human arm. And since he seems to be convinced that humans are a fucking disgusting race, I really can't imagine him being able to stand that arm for long. Anyways, the Tetsusaiga's MINE! It was meant for ME.

*snort* This sword hilt is all I have left of my old man. I wasn't lying when I told Ryuukossei that I didn't even remember my old man's face. My mother told me he died when I was just a pup. I've seen pictures of him, but they're just paintings by humans who have only seen him in his demon form and they aren't even all that good. If I really wanted to see what my dad looked like in that form I can just go hunt down Sesshoumaru and piss him off badly enough to get him to transform. But...Myouga-jiji says that I kinda look like him too. Kagome says that she bets we share the same complexion, whatever the hell that means.

I remember more of my mother than my old man. She was beautiful, strong and smart. She taught me all the lessons of the court, reading; writing; numbers; literature; dancing and music. Myouga-jiji told me that she was a human princess before she was my father's mate, I guess that makes sense with her obsessions with all those stupid lessons. I remember more about her physical appearance than anything else, it's easy when all I have to do is find a reflective surface on the night the moon hides its face. I look like her, Kagome says so; I can kind of see what she means. The dark hair and violet eyes, though the features suit her more than me.

In ways she was a lot like Kikyou. That's what I noticed about Kikyou first--she reminded me of my mother. They were both dignified, refined and respected; they shared the same small smiles and auras of sadness. Kikyou, like my mother, was lonely. We both were, by that time both of us were orphans so early in our lives. We were dependent on ourselves and no-one else if we wanted to survive. I guess that's why we turned to each other.

It wasn't love.

I don't think it ever was. I know that now, even if I didn't back then. I liked Kikyou a lot, more than any other girl I'd ever met. I guess we shared empathy and maybe pity on Kikyou's part as much as that thought disgusts me. I don't want or need pity from anyone or anything. We shared a lot of things in common; trust wasn't one of 'em. Actually, she probably trusted me less that I did her, and why not? I was the demon that wanted the Shikon on Tama that she purified and protected.

Ironically, the thing that killed her was what made her so good at what she did in the first place. I can't count the number of times she caught me doing something she thought I shouldn't or stuck me to a tree by the hem of my haori with her arrows. She was a powerful miko; she killed hundreds of youkai without breaking a sweat by arrows or by purifying. She lived to protect that damn jewel and her village, and then she died.

And I did too.

Then came Kagome. Heh. The girl from the future is connected to my past. How fucked up is that?

She says she comes from about 500 years into the future. That's a long time, will I live to see the time she lives in without having to hop in the well to bring her back? Her time is so different, demons live in disguise in her time, I see them walking the streets as humans. And the people in the future live under the rule of ma..."machines" as Kagome calls them. Metal horse-less carriages; moving picture boxes, wired messengers with buttons and a "machine" that shows moving pictures and page-less books and repeats that godawful noise she calls music. I forgot what she called that one, but it has a glass surface like the moving picture boxes, only smaller and a p...puh..pul-as-tic board with many buttons. I don't understand why she likes that thing so much, it's so damn noisy with the clicking and clacking of the buttons and that other thing she moves with her hand. And even then it makes a strange humming and other noises like it's trying to breathe or something.

Usually, she isn't sitting in front of the breathing machine; she's at her personal table studying for one of her tests. She says they're important in her time. Keh! The humans in her time have a fucked up sense of priorities. Doesn't that wench realize that we're on the other side fighting for our lives (well, Sango, Miroku and Shippo are)? She's always running off to the well when she's got a responsibility here. We need her HERE with us finding the shards and fighting the demons.

Kagome fighting? I remember when that statement would have made me fall out of the tree because I was laughing too hard. And not because of some magical force. From the start Kagome was useless as a fighter of any sort; she was too scared and too weak, but it's to be expected after all, she IS a human. She's gotten better now, I mean at least she can fire a damn arrow now (Kami! What a nightmare THAT use to be), she doesn't flinch at the opponents anymore and she isn't cowering behind me anymore like that brat Shippo. And then there's the times when her powers just explode and I start wondering again if she's the reincarnation of Kikyou.

It's easy to see why anyone would think they were part of each other. You just have to LOOK at them to see similarities. Hell, they even smell alike, like sisters, even. But then...all you have to do is look at them to see the differences. Kagome's hair is soft and wavy, Kikyou's hair's straight. Kikyou was a warrior and Kagome is like a nurse.

Kikyou is Kikyou and Kagome is Kagome.

I can't think on this anymore until we've completed the Shikon no Tama. That damn jewel has brought so much misery with it. Sometimes I think that I just want Kagome to purify it out of existence so no one else has to go through this hell again. But too many people are depending on this: Kagome, me, Sango, Kikyou. I'd say we should have it completed in a full moon cycle and a half, or what's left of the shards to find.

Then we gotta kill Naraku, for everyone. Sango wants vengeance and so do I, Miroku has to fight for his life...

I can hear them stirring from below. The sun should rise soon...

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Inu-Yasha is probably the worst to write, I'm never sure weather to write him as an adult or the selfish teenager phase his brain seems to be stuck in. Tell how I did.