Disclaimer: Still don't have that penthouse overlooking South Beach Miami, so that means I still don't own Inuyasha. Pooh.

I hate them, I really do.

They can be normal women, I can't. They are free to love, laugh, bear children, get married.

AND they get to traipse around Japan with two of the sexiest men alive. The half-demon's brother isn't too bad either.

I wonder what the monk and the half-demon would do if they caught me following them.

I wonder what they would do if they caught me here at the spring spying on their women.

Why am I spying on the women, it's not them that I desire. I hate all women. They are useless creatures.

Oh, yeah.

I am seething with envy, wondering what they have and I don't.

Yes, I know. There are physical differences. A LOT of them.

But damn it, I'm prettier than they are. By a long shot.

And I dress better. Come on, look at that weird girl's tiny coverings.

I bet if the wind blew just right, you could see her whole world, if you catch my drift.

I would look better in that little green thing anyway. I don't mind showing MY world off, especially to delicious looking men like the ones that are traveling with these disgusting women.

And the demon slayer has too many muscles for a woman, even though she has fabulous breasts. Or at least they appear that way in her tight black uniform. Out of it...I'm not too impressed.

Other than her assets, what could she offer a man? She can kill things, good for her. So can I.

Sigh.

Maybe one day they will wise up and see the wonderfulness that is me...

Jakotsu!

A/N: Another one I pulled out of my ass. It originally started from Kikyo's point of view. I have been in such a strange mood lately, lol.

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