Her Strange Book by Little_Miko

Her strange book

Trying in vain to hide her tears that were now splattering the smooth cream colored pages of the only possession that she kept to herself, Kagome wiped her eyes on her sleeping bag. Slowly she placed her little book that she was always writing in into the side pocket of her forest green backpack, the huge yellow one had long ago fallen apart. Little did she know that there were three pairs of eyes watching her. One pair full of contempt, malice and Jealousy. One full of indifference and boredom, the other pair full of compation and other emotions that couldn't be named. She was torn from her thoughts by two familiar and unwelcome voices.

"Hey, what are ya doing still up wench? We're leaving in the morning."

"Yea listen to Kikyou, get ta sleep."

"Whatever, Inuyasha." sighed Kagome

'He forgot AGAIN, after 5 YEARS, he still forgot my birthday! And even though she owes her life to me Kikyou is still going at me!'

Using every ounce of self-control she had to keep from sobbing, she buried her face in her pillow. From the nearby forest her unknown admirer had to dig his claws into the tree branch he was sitting on to keep from killing the selfish little half-breed and spoiled brat of a miko he called a mate.

Slowly after the small miko fell asleep and the loud-mouthed mutt had left to see the once dead miko alone in the forest, a tall slim shadow moved to Kagome's side. He found the strange booklet that he saw her writing in and wondered why it made her cry. He silently slipped it out of it's pocket, brushing a small strand of raven black and midnight blue hair from Kagome's now untroubled face, taking in her beauty once again before heading back to the forest, trying to ignore how his lightest of touches had sent sparks of need right to his heart. As he nestled back on his branch he opened to the page that smelled strongly of her tears. There in her school girl's handwriting was this.

'Dear Diary,

Another year has come and gone for me and instead of the normal happiness it only brings pain and sorrow. The reason for this is I can't return to my family this year. We (being me, Inuyasha, Sango, Shippo, Miroku, Koga and his pack, and Lord Sesshoumaru) fought Naraku and finally beat that pain in the ass half demon! But in the process Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru blasted the bone eaters well into a BILLION splinters. Naraku is gone but he didn't leave without taking one of things I keep closest to my heart away from me. Yes dear diary the two brothers finally worked together! Even though I delivered the final blow, the 2 brothers' swords and skills combined made it possible. But even though the brothers worked together I'm sure Sesshoumaru alone would have been a major challenge for Naraku especially if he took his true form.'

The shadowy figure couldn't help but to smirk at the girl's compliment of the Western Lord's skills. As he turned his attention to the sleeping form of Kagome, he was glad to see she was finally sleeping peacefully on her own. Slowly he returned his gaze back to the book in his lap, and what he read made him want, no, need to comfort this kind hearted female.

'After Naraku died, the "clay pot" Kikyou got her life back and this time her own soul is inside her. I've never seen Inuyasha so happy before. Now Inuyasha has Kikyou, Miroku and Sango are married and ever since Kilala took a humanoid form she and my little Shippo are inseparable. It seems that everyone has found the one for them and once again I'm left out in the cold. Maybe I'm not fit to be loved in a romantic way. Inuyasha's actions and words say that clearly, he never misses a chance to put me down & yet he's sweet as candy to kikyou. Some times I wanna take a sacred arrow and cut that smirk off of her spoiled little face, nope make that a blunt regular arrow on second thought. I just wish that for once, I could find someone to love me back, not throw it literally back in my face. Even Ayome seems upset that Koga isn't noticing me much, it's less competition. Men and males all over still try to make nice to me but I can see fear in some of them, and even though the term "player" isn't used for them yet, the men of my time learned their point of view from these weirdoes. My little Diary you are the only one who ever truly listens to me and because of that I'm glad your privet. I could never say half of what I write in here out loud.'

After reading that the figure felt bad for reading the book but he couldn't put it back just yet, something had caught his eye lower on the page.

'Lately, I've started to feel as though I don't deserve to be loved. Inuyasha and Kikyou tell me so often, even without words, that I've started to believe it. But still though I feel lost and alone when I'm awake, when I go to sleep I feel a strange presence (well really an aura but I don't know what to call it) that never shows its face and it's strong but doesn't feel threatening. But when my real-life fears show up (I've stopped having nightmares about monsters because demons are scarier and I deal with them daily) like when I feel like I'm falling off a cliff and Inuyasha just watches me fall with Kikyou on his arm smirking, suddenly while I'm falling the strange aura wraps around me, warming and comforting me while still pulling me out of the crater that I've learned shows my self-pity and low self esteem. And in the morning I don't feel as bad until I realize it was just a dream (again) I just wish I could see the face of my savior for once.'

The strange figure smiled to himself. As he moved the book a strange tube fell into his lap, when he pressed the button on the top and it "clicked" then he realized it was one of those "pens" the girl was talking about earlier. He looked to the page next to her last entry and saw it was blank, so he carefully ripped it out and wrote a short message to her. After he was done he jumped silently from the tree to her side. He carefully placed the "Diary" back in its place, then he placed his carefully folded note into the small miko's hand and leapt back to his tree so he could watch over her and her "pack" for the night.