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A/N: I'm bored. And since this story could use more…I figure I'll add a chapter on Kikyou and Kagome's point of view. I wasn't going to post anything else on this, originally, but I don't see why not. Thanks to all the reviewers; and thanks to animegirl622 for her suggestion of continuing…xD If she hadn't said anything, chances are I wouldn't be writing this.

A Thousand Words

Dead punk Girl

Have you ever hated someone so much that it makes you want to scream and scream until you turn blue in the face? But, in the same instant, have you ever loved that same someone so much that it makes them the only thing on your mind, no matter where you are?

I have.

And let me tell you this; it sucks. A lot. I'm fifteen years old; he should know how I feel. I make it obvious enough! But his skull is so thick, it puts cement to shame.

I'm not much better, to tell you the truth, and you can ask anyone about that.

He's arrogant, though. Yup, I'm in love with an arrogant, two-timing, crazy, pig-headed, jealous, egotistical, cruel, asshole of a man. And I wouldn't have it any other way, thank you very much.

Oh, if you take away all those bad traits of his, he's a great guy. He's sensitive, intelligent, determined, very brave, considerate, loving and completely devoted. There's only one thing I'd change about him and that's her.

At times, I hate her. I hate her so much because no matter what I do, no matter how goddamned appealing I am, she's always there to show me up.

And at other times, I can understand why she does what she does; why she clings to what they used to have all those years ago.

And it's not all her fault; he's just as guilty as she is. If he would just give her up as well, she'd go away, or that's what I keep telling myself.

But maybe I'm contradicting myself? I was given the choice to give her life or let her die. And I saved her; I took out all the poison in her broken body. Why? I don't know, not even now. She asked me that, too.

It isn't really like she was alive when I did that, she was just a psycho's creation, made to be used to find the scattered shards of the shikon jewel. She lost any life in her years ago.

My response to her was that there are people who would miss her too much; mainly him. I still remember how he reacted when he found her broken bow and I still wonder if he'd have that reaction if it were me that was sent plummeting over some cliff. I'd like to think that'd he'd go search for my body, or what's left of it, like he did with her.

Even if he won't, that wouldn't change things between us. At first, the thought that he may choose her over me made me want to be sick and just hide away forever. But when I realized that she and I were so much alike in our looks, abilities and taste in men, I was a lot more forgiving with them.

It's not so much their being together that bothers me, it's the secrecy they use. He can never just tell me directly that he's going to her; instead he sneaks around like a dog that's just chewed up a slipper or your favorite shoe after it's been done.

I know he lies and hides things from me to keep me from being hurt, and I suppose I should be more grateful then I am. I mean, I don't know what I'd do if he ever said he was going to go see her, possibly kiss and hold her and tell her how much he loves her.

Probably have a nervous breakdown and sit him into the next century.

One day, I will have a breakdown and do something I regret. I know I will, after all, how much can one girl take?

You'd think I'd be smart and just give up on him, wouldn't you? You'd think I'd just toss him aside and find someone new right? But I can't do that, because I love him and I know, deep down, that he loves me, too.

Even if he loves her, too. If anyone can handle being in love with two women, it's him. Because no matter how gruff he acts outside, he's like a giant, walking marshmallow.

That's why I love him.

And that's why I put up with him and his immaturity.

That's why I deal with him not being able to decide which of us he loves more.

Because he has to be the most amazingly wonderful man I've ever met. And even if he's not always nice to me, and even if he hurts me with his constant woman-jumping, it could be worse. He could hate me, like he claimed he used to.

Oh well.

I love him, anyway. And I wouldn't change a hair on his head. Even if he makes me want to scream until I turn blue in the face. Because, he still makes me fall in love with him more and more every day.

InuYasha has to be the greatest guy I know.

And nothing, not even Kikyou, will get in the way of us. I won't let her take him away.

I just love him too damned much.

A/N: Dunno if I went overboard with that; dunno if it even sounds like Kagome. Don't care much, either. I really tried to make her sound mature, because she really is. Or, at least, I think she is. Anyway, hoped you enjoyed that…It's a bit shorter then my InuYasha one, sadly. But she's a lot harder to write. For me, anyway.