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The Mother Goose Escapades
No. 34
I am a pretty wench
And I come a long way hence
But sweethearts I can get none;
And every dirty sow
Can get sweethearts enou'
But I, pretty wench, can get none!
Kagome was hiding in her room. She wasn't sure why, it wasn't like Inuyasha wouldn't be able to find her. Actually, it was rather obvious, the first place he would look. She looked around her room, sighing deeply.
Kagome was hiding in her closet. Crouched down in the dark, with her knees drawn to her chest, she felt the hot tears roll down her cheeks, anger and sadness all wrapped up in one. It was ridiculous, and she felt childish, but he always made her feel childish.
Kagome had gotten better about controlling her temper. She had tried, very very hard, and found that she was, of all things, angry with herself. Because of him, which was why it was so easy to take it out on him. Oh, there were other circumstances as well, but the main one, the big one, the one she couldn't get out of her mind was because of her.
Kagome never hated anyone in her life. She certainly didn't now, with the exception of Naraku. While the evil being had never done anything to her, per say, he certainly had done more than enough to the little group she had gathered around her. But he was the exception. No, she couldn't even hate her, though she certainly loathed her, with a deep, growing resentment.
Kagome didn't know how to deal with this. The jealously she felt whenever she arrived, and took Inuyasha away from her. The betrayal she felt when Inuyasha followed her commands. The pain she felt, deep within herself. The looks from Sango and Miroku didn't help, and Shippou ragging on Inuyasha about it only made things worse. Plus, she always made Kagome feel like second best. "I was here first," she'd imply, "I am a better miko than you. Inuyasha loved me first."
Kagome loved Inuyasha. She was well aware of the fact. It was, of course, the time she had taken, and gotten to know him. What she originally thought had been some sort of beast was one of the most caring and loving individuals she'd ever met. He was even growing up, if his talk to her about sitting him implied anything at all. The thought made her cry harder. He was growing up, but she, it seemed, was stuck.
Kagome didn't know what to do. She wanted to stand up, shout, throw a temper tantrum about how unfair her life was, and how she couldn't get a man to love her. The one she wanted called her a wench, which hurt in the beginning. This argument was becoming increasingly useless due to two men, Houjo and Koga, and the fact that Inuyasha was calling her wench much less frequently. In fact, he seemed to be using her name, more often than not. Despite all this, she still found it hard to care about her in any way, other than to wish she would just die and be done with it.
Kagome was not one for lots of drama. She never had been, avoiding gossip and whatnot in school. But now, here she was stuck in a soap opera, being ousted by a dead girl. That did wonders for her self esteem, knowing that even a zombie could get more love from the man she wanted. In other words, she was thinking about how incredibly unfair life was being to her.
Kagome was feeling rather sorry for herself. She felt mostly cried out, though a tear slipped out every now and then. Wallowing in self pity was so much more fun than going out and hunting down jewel shards, which she broke, so a power-mad evil super-being couldn't take over the world. She frowned. When it came right down to it, she almost felt responsible for everything that had happened to everyone. It was as if she was put on Earth in order to help Naraku gain his evil plan. Her life was a living hell!
Kagome briefly wondered if this indeed hell, and she was simply living out her fate. Before she could travel too much further along this preposterous line of thought, a noise outside caught her attention, and her closet door opened. There Inuyasha stood, ears pricked forward, head cocked to the side, golden eyes so inquisitive she almost mistook him for a puppy. They stared at each other for a moment.
"Kagome, do I even want to know why you're sitting in your dark closet?" Kagome turned a pretty shade of pink, shaking her head no, and scrambling up. She followed Inuyasha back down towards the well. Self pity time was over, she had to face reality, the fact that she'd never get the man she wanted. In fact, Inuyasha probably thought she was a fool, blushing and hiding out in closets. She probably ruined her chances of anything ever happening at all!
Kagome frowned darkly at Inuyasha's back. How dare he put her aside so quickly! Never mind, at the next battle, she'd prove to him she was more worthy than any dead girl!
Inuyasha was thinking about how beautiful Kagome looked when she blushed that pretty shade of pink. He almost wished she'd hide in strange places all the time, so he could find her and see her blush. His lips curled up, the opposite direction of the glowering Kagome's.
Kagome's mother was listening, and watching much of the entire process, and found it all to be just a little amusing. After all, she too had been a teenage girl, and knew the emotional upheaval such an age brought. Add in a handsome boy, and the girl was sure to go insane. Quite frankly, Mrs. Higurashi was impressed at how well her daughter kept herself in check, given the situation. Then again, every month, a girl was allowed to a moment of insanity, and there was no exception with Kagome.
Such is the life of a pretty wench...
Author's Notes: Ok, so this came about because I am tired of Kagome always being so...in control of herself, I suppose. She is, after all, a teenage girl, and such girls are not known for always being rational! Thus, this is a strange little piece about a teenage girl being strange. Oh yes, lets imagine she was eating chocolate as well, now the picture's complete! Whew, I'm exhausted, can you tell?