That Lucky Brat
That brat is so lucky. And the worst part is: the idiot doesn't even know about it. Look at him, sitting on that human's shoulder. He barely walks anywhere, everyone carries him around. He gets hugs and other gestures of affection from the females of his group, even the males are fond of him. Oh, the half-breed is often whacking him on the head for his stupidity, but he deserves that. And the half-breed still protects him and provides for him.
That stupid brat just takes this kindness and acceptance as granted, as if it was totally normal. He's just smirking and talking to them as if he is their equal and not a worthless brat.
Every time we meet he's close to the miko, pretending to protect her. In reality it's the half-breed who protects them both - or at least as much as the weak hanyou can.
He doesn't know the pain of loneliness, he doesn't know the hardship of the path I must to follow. I have no one I could snuggle against in my sleep. If I don't hunt I don't eat. Everyone I talk to tries to betray me and use me to gain more power. I have no one to play with - the mere thought of spending time with my siblings makes me shake. They are all fools and weaklings, crawling under Naraku's feet in hope that he would spare them. I despise the pathetic fools.
And I despise the brat. He should suffer. He has no parents, but he's not a homeless, filthy and starving orphan. He's laughing and cracking jokes, tricking everyone around him. How dare he have a childhood when I - much stronger and wiser than he could ever be - am denied the right to enjoy myself, have friends and the comfort of knowing that others would always come to my aid. My siblings would just put a dagger in my back.
I wish I could be him and at the same time I hate all he is and he has. I wish I could make him see how lucky he is, this kitsune brat.
A.N: From the series "poor attempt at minor characters I usually don't write" 10 points if you guess who it was this time.