A/N: If you haven't noticed these are very Kagome based. I'll play with other characters later but for now I'm happy with her. Storms For Those Who Didn't Come First
And yet perhaps this is the reason you cry,
this the nightmare you wake screaming from:
being forever
in the pre-trembling of a house that falls.
-Galway Kinnell,
"Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight"
She wants to ask 'do you know what it means that I'm your reincarnation? What that implies?' She doesn't though, it would be frowned upon and everyone seems to forget how this rebirth thing is supposed to work. She ignores the dead eyes watching her in confusion, because they can't understand the changes in themselves, and instead she watches the long grass sway under invisible fingers.
You can't see the wind unless it touches something; like ghosts, like words.
Kagome feels herself an imperfect reflection, the distorted image you see in warped metal with grooves and holes where there shouldn't be. She hates feeling that, her own subconscious forgetting what being a reincarnation should say about her. Kikyo is supposed to be the imperfect one. Kagome is the one who had five hundred years to work on herself in whatever place it is that souls go between lives.
Kagome's convinced you aren't supposed to meet the incarnations before you, that there's a reason you're separated by time. She hates that she can't live up to herself, is bitter at the comparisons. But she doesn't hate Kikyo; it's not in her to feel that way about herself.
That's the part of the soul Kikyo took.