Inescapable

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Kagome knocks another arrow to her bow, staring down the thin piece of wood as though she could will it to hit the mark.

‘Keh. Good fuckin’ luck.’

She growls as it misses and shoots off into the woods – feh, she’s been spending too much time around me.

Now she’s glaring at me. Oh, shit, did I say that that first bit aloud?

I take to the trees… it’s harder for her to hit a moving target. I know, I’ve seen her do it. Miss, that is.

That’s not a bad thing, though… not really. I give her a lot of shit about her archery and stuff, but to be honest, I kinda like it that the wench probably couldn’t defend herself from a slug youkai.

It makes me feel needed.

I like that feeling.

Ya’ know something? I never felt like that around Kikyou. I’m not sayin’ she could kick my ass or anything, but she could take care of herself. She was probably the most targeted miko in all of Japan, but she handled it no problem.

Yeah, she was lonely, and so was I. So I guess she needed me… to use up the jewel, become human, and live with her.

I still don’t get why the bitch turned on me, but she’s dead and I guess I’ll never know. It may not seem nice to call the wench I was gonna marry a bitch… but hey, my last memory of her is of her screaming horrible things at me and then pinning me to a kami-forsaken tree for 50 years. You want I should write her a fuckin’ poem?

Kaede-baba says this Kagome girl was destined to bring the jewel here and “right Kikyou’s wrongs” or some shit.

I don’t know. How could I know what the kami want? I’m just a damned hanyou.

All I know is… and it may be kinda wrong of me to think this way, when it seems to me like Kikyou died just a few days ago… is that for all the shit I give her, I kinda like having Kagome around.

It’s kinda nice not being alone.

I think I might even like it.