I know I’m being petty and selfish when I say this, but everything is so easy for Kikyo. She is the epitome of grace; always cool and composed. Her face is flawless, her aim perfect. She gets second chances.

I make one mistake and everything is my fault. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve done something right (albeit, it rarely happens), or what kind of gifts I bring back to everyone, or how much I love and care for anyone; no, I am always a hindrance.

Every time I see tears in Sango’s eyes, when she thinks no one is watching, and she decides to release some of that pent up grief that she feels, I know it is my fault in the first place that she is suffering so.

Whenever I see that anxious look in Miroku’s eye, as he stares down at his cursed hand, and he finally takes something seriously, I know that it is my fault for making his journey harder than it already was.

When it thunders and Shippo shakes in fear, I know that, that is also my fault. If it hadn’t been for me, his parents and he would have a great life, one where he was loved and safe, not always in danger, like I put him in, as he travels with us.

And lastly, there’s Inuyasha. I don’t know where to start, on where I went wrong with him. Just being here was where I went wrong I suppose.

If I hadn’t gone looking for the cat, if I had just told Souta that there was nothing scary in the well house, and that he should be man enough to go in there by himself, if I had just gotten up early and left for school without all the usual fighting and discord that only a morning could bring, he would still be stuck to that tree, sleeping.

Kikyo wouldn’t be here either. I’ve even caused her pain; the pain of living once again. She should be resting in peace, a legend of a former time, instead of a wandering zombie full of hate and vengeance.

If only I hadn’t been pulled into the well, and shattered the jewel, and brought more turmoil to this time. And I know that I’m the only one to blame for all the deaths, the fighting, the crazed demons, the hate and the fear.

Kikyo never had to worry about trying to keep good grades while chasing down demented hanyous bent on ruling the world.

Everything’s so easy for Kikyo.

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A/N: Yes, another drabble. I’ve been kinda down lately, and I just feel like writing. Drabbles are easy and simple. Usually I write something original, but all I’ve had on my mind lately is Inuyasha and what I’m going to do with Unnoticed; hence, the reason the drabbles are fanfics. Well review if you want to.