Wise Words From a Fool

If at first you don't succeed...quit...failure may be your thing

Chapter Five...booglaboogla

I hate him...He hates me...that is how it works. Ever since the beginning, all the way back to where the shrimp was scraped to the bone, we haven't gotten along. I used to be the one who was Inuyasha's main concern, but when he found that little twerp things changed. I was no longer the center of attention, instead Kago had my boyfriend wrapped around his little finger. And when I say little finger I mean LITTLE, unbelievably small.

I think I love Inuyasha, but I don't know. Am I even capable of being in love with someone at the mere age of eighteen? Oh, who cares, it's really not an issue. I know I like him a lot and I can tell that he loves me, which is all that matters. It doesn't help that he isn't well off though, if you know what I mean, but I can live with that. I am so certain that he is getting paid enough money to take me out to dinner almost every night and yet he won't. He just says that he is saving up, but he won't tell me what he is trying to save up for. What's this secret fund that he supports?

This room is so dusty. I hate basements, and of course the stupid parlor's only bathroom is in the darkest, yuckiest place in practically the universe. I just have to shiver when I walk down the feeble wooden stairs that lead to the facility.

Why is the door shut? Oh, I bet Miroku forgot to leave it open again. He is never going to get used to living with other people. I like him though, well, atleast better than Kago. Once in a while I will catch him looking at me, but I don't mind. I can deal with it, I mean it's not that bad.

To knock or not to knock, that is the question. God, I crack myself up. Not to knock.

Wow, the doorknob is warm, gross, its sweaty too. That is disgusting Miroku, what were you doing in here?

Well, it's not locked that is a good thing. Why is it so light in here...?

Oh my god!

I rush out of the bathroom and close the door with me. I feel the ground beneath me quaver from the scream emanating on the other side of the barrier. Not just any scream, but a females scream, a girls' scream. It was Kago's scream.

Kago had breasts...I could have sworn that I saw breasts. Why would he have those? What was wrong with him? Was he one of those people you read about or see on TV? No, he was wearing...he was wearing panties, girly panties. I think I am going to be sick. What am I going to do? Kago is not a boy, Kago is a girl. Not a boy. Not a boy. No matter how many times I repeat it I still can't get over it.

Okay, I am just going to go back in there and tell him...her...that I understand. Wait! I don't understand. I don't understand at all. I am Kikyo, my boyfriend is Inuyasha, and Kago is a girl. Ha! I still don't get it.

Oh no...Kago is a girl...an okay looking GIRL! I mean it's bad enough when Inuyasha pays attention to him...her...when he, I mean, she is a boy. What would happen if he found out that the boy that he took in was a girl all along. I know what would happen. It would be like from a movie.

He would gently let me know that he was in love with Kago and not me at all. Then he would ask if we could be friends, but would never want to really talk to me again. After dumping me he would rush to his long-time hidden love, the boy, the girl, the whatever. Now I really think I am nauseas.

I cannot let Inuyasha know the truth. It would mean hell to me, and I will not be brought down by a he-she. So that settles it...I will keep Kago's little secret to myself. I might even add some things...

Oh, yes, this could get good. If I, what's the word, right, blackmail the kid, she will have no choice but to comply with my simple wishes. What a schemer I am.

I suppose I must be nice to her, add a little sympathy in the process of tearing her away from my Inuyasha. This was going to be too easy. Way too easy.

"Kago?" I inquired softly through the closed door. I could still hear stifled sobs and for a split second my heart went out to that pathetic soul. "Kago, it's okay you can come out." I stepped back and waited for the showing of the newfound girl.

She came out. Dressed like a boy. I could hardly believe that seconds before that I had seen a females' body. Here I am staring at her, and I can finally see that she really doesn't resemble a boy at all. NOT AT ALL. She looked like any other girl in the world. Well, beside the fact that she was more attractive then most of them, but I will just keep that to myself.

"Do you feel better now?" My voice sounded foreign to me. I never knew that that I could make it sound so...sugary. I kind of feel sorry for her. She thinks that her only problem right now is that I know, but she has no idea what I have in store for her. I am going to make her work to keep my lips sealed. Was life good or what?

I watched her give me a detached nod. She lifted her hands to her red stained eyes and wiped away the stray tears that threatened to enter her mouth. "I'm sorry." She cried simply, shielding her gaze from my own.

How pitiable. I laugh silently at her useless sorrow. Why in the world does she put herself through this.? Why doesn't she just claim her gender?

"What are you sorry for? I am the one who walked in on you." I am going to play a little game of pretend myself. I believe that mine will more entertaining though. Yes, yes I think I will enjoy this quite a lot.

"I am sorry for lying." Her pitch quivers slightly, letting me see her weakness.

"Well, we all tell fibs, but I can honestly say that most of ours aren't as bad as yours." I let a small smirk play across my face. If I am going to be sweet about this, I might as well smile. Am I evil? No, just clever.

"Please...I'm so sorry." Jerkily she slips backward and collides with the wall, edging her way into a crouch position, leaning against the divider.

"Please what dear?" I too slouch down to her level. I try very hard to meet her eyes, but she lets her bangs shadow them completely. How pitiful. "You mean please don't tell anyone?"

She nodded again, unhurried almost.

"I don't think I can do that. I think that Inuyasha des-" She cut me off. How rude.

"No! You can't! Please don't tell him!" Abruptly she stood and screeched off the words in conviction.

"Why can't he know? May I guess...is it because you love him?" Slyly looked up to her and flashed an award winning grin. "Don't worry I won't tell him that part."

"Don't! please..." Her ending plea seemed to last forever. I almost found it hard to turn her down. I could barely glance at her, because of the expression on her beautiful face. It was one of pure anguish, guilt even. Complete misery.

"I won't, but only if we come to a little agreement."

There she went with the nod, but this time it was more vigorously.

"You have to promise me that you will stay away from Inuyasha. I mean, I am not non-negotiable. We can compromise. I will let you talk to him when needed. Example, work, and work only. Besides that you will keep your distance. Okay?"

"I don't know if I can do that." Was her answer.

"Well, you better try, because I am not that great at keeping things to myself, and if you don't want to everyone and their brother to know that you are in actuality a girl, then I would do as I say. Do you agree?"

Life is a dick...when it gets hard f--k it!

Hey people...Don't Shoot! I am so sorry that it is taking me so long to update, and I am afraid it's not going to get any better, but I have been seriously busy...beyond busy... have you ever tried going to a boarding school...far away from home, working a 10-12p.m. and a 5-7a.m. shift? Everyday...plus going to school from 7:45-5:00 Monday through Friday...being on football, yearbook, and still having a day-to-day normal teenage girl life??? Ahhh not to mention the guy that I really like...who is my best friend...who was going to be my boyfriend decided we 'should just be friends' and that made me sad. I am still so sorry...and for those of you who are fans of 'Wife of a Kingpin'...YOUR NEXT!

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