InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shin no Kakera ❯ Mental ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Mental

Theme: Iy_no_kakera Set #2 Theme #87 Visitor

Rating: PG-13 (T)

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

Summary: You know you're in trouble when you starting arguing with the mirror.

 

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The end of a frustrating, not to mention bloody and upsetting week found Kagome in the bathroom having a heated argument with her mirror reflection.

 

“I suppose you think you've really got it all, don't you?” Kagome glared daggers at the girl in front of her. “Of course you do, all you have do is whistle, or send one of your Shinidamachuu rather, and he comes running like a lovesick puppy. Bet that just makes you feel so much better than everyone else.”

 

“Well, I am better than everyone else. Even someone as foolish as you must admit that.” The girl on the other side of the glass replied haughtily in a Kikyou-Kagome-style voice. “Besides, he's bound to come to me no matter what. After all, he's got an obligation to me you know, and even if he doesn't, he'd love to see me given the chance.”

 

“Oh shut up! What makes you think he loves you anyway?” At the sight of her opponent's smirk, Kagome shut her mouth with an audible snap. She'd just made a terrible terrible mistake and was going to pay very dearly for it.

 

“Let's see here.” She mocked a thinking gesture, tapping her temple lightly with a slender finger. “Does `better-looking' count? I suppose it does.” She made a show of brushing some dirt off her pristine robes.

 

“W-what? You kidding me?” Kagome tried very hard not to look at that sleek dark hair bound so neatly behind her back and the delicate porcelain features.

 

“I'm stronger than you and much more capable of defending myself than you are.” She laughed none too friendly. “I recall you had to use my arrow against Naraku. And if it was me traveling with him instead of you, he wouldn't have to waste his time saving some useless girl from every tiny flea that came along.”

 

“That still doesn't explain why he loves you! Jakotsu was stronger than me, you don't see him falling for Jakotsu do you?” Kagome growled in a very familiar way upon recognizing the signs of a losing battle.

 

“I can name a million reasons why I'm better than you are and why he loves me and not you.” Her rival stated calmly behind the glass. “I met him first. And I was the first woman he ever fell in love with. He even agreed to become human and marry me.”

 

“Yeah, that's because you're one selfish bitch.” Kagome muttered under her breath.

 

“I was the first one he hugged. I was the first one, and from what I gather, the only one he ever kissed.” Came the unfazed reply.

 

Kagome managed a dignified upward tilt of her chin to (hopefully) show she didn't give a monkey's butt. She'd rather dance with a herd of stampeding elephants than admit to Kikyou she'd never been kissed by him.

 

But a thought came suddenly upon her. It left her oddly proud and exhilarated, heady with the imminent victory.

 

“Oh, but wait just a second Kikyou. I betcha you never saw him naked did you?” She grinned broadly as she watched the woman's eyes widen in shock. “But I did, not once but three times!” She just stood there, silently daring her reflection to contradict her last statement.

 

A good thirty seconds passed and if one were to listen hard enough, one might just hear crickets chirping.

 

“No matter.” Kikyou seemed to have recovered completely. “His life belongs to me anyway. I can see whatever I fancy seeing in due time. Furthermore, you have absolutely no way of knowing he hasn't shown me what he's shown you. We were going to marry, you know.” And she smiled in that serenely infuriating way.

 

Kagome muttered two choice word that started with an `f' and ended with a `you', as well as a random assortment of `undead' and `clay pot'. Thoroughly convinced that she'd gone completely and utterly insane, Kagome stalked downstairs for some pills to curb her hellish headache.

 

A red and silver blob, looking very much like a frequent hanyou visitor, was convulsing uncontrollably on her bedroom floor. Because, he, for the life of him, could only recall two times and not the three she had declared.