InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Come Hither's Shticky Shorts - Vignettes & Other Nonsense ❯ The Color of Hatred ( Chapter 4 )

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The Color of Hatred

 

All those damned idiots wonder why I hate that girl…my reincarnation so much. Leave it to those fools to come up with such ridiculous theories. Honestly, they think that the animosity that burns white hot within this shell stems from jealousy. Jealousy my miko ass!

 

Imagine that, they think I'm envious because she has my soul and my former love. What would they do if they knew the real truth?

 

It's that fucking tacky yellow backpack, I tell you! Gods, it reminds me of my priestess days. How I hated getting summoned in the middle of the night to go tend to infants with intestinal illnesses. And that same hideous yellow ka ka they would squirt out! Or those horrible potions I had to cook up from spoiled egg yolks for those gouty old village bitches. Those old dingbats were a blight on the butt of humanity, always looking down their noses at me.

 

“Oh Lady Kikyo, could you do this for me? Or could you… wah wah wah, wah wah wah wah?”

 

Those old biddies never realized that the “healing potions” were just placebos that didn't do squat. Although, it was kinda funny to see how humiliated they were when the concoction gave them the windy pops in public. I even named the foul mixture. Get this: The Kaze no Kikyo. Tee hee!

 

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. That damned obscene yellow triggers all these miserable memories. So you can clearly see why I have to kill her. My reincarnation should know better. I wouldn't be caught dead in that color.

 

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Uh, I do apologize profusely for this.