Shindo: We're back…the horror. Why must you keep dragging me back here?
Joe: Because I have the power!
Shindo: As if. So just for the record, Joe does not own Inuyasha. She only owns Shinta, the female version of me, and I, which is the worst thing imaginable. You have no idea what she does to me. So that's that.
Joe: I thanketh thee.
Shindo: Whatever.
Chapter 4 – Confessions of a Dead Pile of Clay (im sorry to all of those Kikyo fans out there, I just don't like her a whole lot)
Shinta opened the book to the first page. There were a few doodles and scribbles. She started walking for a moment before she tripped on something. She jumped up and looked down at what had made her fall. It was a pile of paper, bound by raffia on the left side. It was just like Miroku had described. She carefully picked it up. The paper was dry and very close to falling apart. She cautiously opened it to the first page. There were some unreadable words on it, rain had smeared the writing. She tossed the now considered pile of junk aside and went back to the newer diary. She opened to the second page and started reading.
Diary. Phooey. What kind of word is that? Anyway, this is my…diary I guess. Kagome, the evil witch gave it to me for what she thought was my birthday because it was hers. Phooey. Dumb wench. She stole Inuyasha from me. But all's fair in love and war. Phooey. No it isn't. Maybe war, and Kagome will die from my wrath of terror! Ha!
Shinta stopped reading. Kikyo was starting to sound like a real maniac right about now. "This isn't what I thought it would be." She closed her eyes and pictured what she thought would be in the book. As her eyes were closed, she turned the page. When she opened them, she had to blink a few times. Nothing was different; it was what she thought it should be.
Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die. Kagome must die…
Shinta slammed the book shut. The words were swirling in her mind. Kagome must die. Thirty-two times. She opened the book again slowly and immediately turned to page four. Same thing. Kagome must die. She turned the page again, and again, and again. Same thing. Kagome must die. She flipped through half of the remaining pages. No change. Kagome must die. "Gosh she is obsessed. I can't imagine what Inuyasha saw in her. But as long as it's not my name on these pages, I'm fine. She turned the page.
Diary. It doesn't sound so strange anymore.
Today I met a woman, a strange demoness by the name Shinta. She tried to kill me. Of course, I don't blame her. She should be jealous of my beauty and my fighting skills. Who wouldn't want me dead so that they could take over villages?
"Pride never got anyone very far." Shinta paused to make this comment to herself. She remembered the day they had run into each other. After their encounter, Shinta swore that she would kill her someday. That's when she met Naraku.
She, on the other hand, has no fighting techniques whatsoever, and is most likely the ugliest, foulest, most hideous, most unsightly, most repulsive, most repugnant, and most nauseating person I have ever seen. I don't even think that she qualifies as a person. Thusly, because of her disruption of the world with her looks, she must die.
Shinta turned the page, pretty confident that she knew what would be in the next forty pages or so.
Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die. Shinta must die.
Shinta stopped reading. This was too much. Kikyo was a crazed person with an obsession over death, of the people she hated at least. If only Kagome hadn't been her reincarnation. But then she wouldn't have all of these juicy diaries to read. Maybe she should keep a diary of her own, and cover the pages with things like what was on Kikyo's diary pages. She warily turned the page.
Diary.
I looked at previous pages and have decided that I will no longer be repeating sentences over and over. So now it will be real, unique entries. But right now I need to find Inuyasha. Ta!
"Much better. But I don't have time anymore. Phooey." Shinta looked up to see the sky was already tinted pink and orange. It would be dark soon and she didn't want to get caught by vicious nocturnal demons. "Maybe tomorrow." She yawned and started to g home when something made her trip. "Now what?" Shinta stood and looked down. It was a turtle. "What do you want?" The turtle looked up at her and started to continue. Shinta stepped lightly on its shell and the turtle disappeared inside. Shinta picked up the shell and looked at it. It carried the scent of a demon. A toad demon. She looked down and saw a green booklet lying where the turtle had been. She picked it up and looked at the first page.
Jakken.
Shinta nodded and jumped when she heard a high voice. It sounded vaguely familiar. Like the…the voice she had heard when she spied at Sesshomaru's castle. After she had seen a frog type thing running down the hall. It was the same demon. "Monty! Monty the Turtle! Where are you? I need my diary! Where are you?" The toad's voice was very close now. Frantic, Shinta threw the turtle shell a good fifty feet and heard the demon scurry the other way. Relieved, Shinta brought the two diaries home. This Jakken could lead to other diaries. Since he was a servant of Lord Sesshomaru, maybe his diary held the secrets of Lord Sesshomaru. She'd have to wait until tomorrow to find out.
Joe: Yay! Next is Jakken. Then back to Kikyo, some Sango…and more people. I will be using diaries for Rin, Sesshomaru, Kagura, even if she isn't on the list, and more. Help me think people! If you know a character you would like to see humiliated by their diary in this fic, tell me!