Insane-san says: Here's another lovely story by me. The chapters for this one will come about once a week I predict...
My sister told me that I need to work on describing surroundings more...So, reviewers, tell me if that's true. My fanfiction Mindless Theory has Inuyasha as the main character basically, but in this one Kagome is the main character. Some people prefer Inuyasha, others, Kagome... Enough rambling... Enjoy the chapter..? AND REVIEW AT THE END!

Peacock Feathers

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Hello. I'm Kagome Higurashi. I have a family, I go to school, and I pretty much have a normal life. I have friends, I have a pet, and I have a mother… Just like any other normal Japanese girl. Normal… I like that word. I am normal. Everything about me is normal. Except for one thing…

I can see ghosts.

Everywhere I go they seem to follow me.

Staring at me with their dark, looming eyes…

I have on several occasions wished I didn't have this so-called "gift".

And on other occasions, I'm pretty glad I have it. I think every family has some little quirk in their normal life. I said I was normal, right? Not true. No one's normal. Heh, guess I fooled you there… What is normal, anyway? I have asked myself that question a lot. Normal… Perhaps normal is the guy who lives on the curb around the corner…who always waits to smack you over the head with a bottle of booze just to laugh at you.

Is he normal? Nobody knows. Most would say he's not. But then again, no one truly knows what normal is.

I am about to tell you a story. My story. The story that will lead you to believe that nothing in this world is "normal".

It is a story of inquiry, hatred, longing, love and most importantly revenge.

"Kagome! Wake up, honey! School!" my mother called me.

I groaned and rolled over only to bump into something. I hesitated to open my eyes.

"Eeheeheeheee…" Someone laughed. My eyes widened. Ghost… In my bed…

"UWAAAAA!" I screamed. The ghosts bolted out of my room, laughing.

"Curse you, GHOST!"

He was an old-looking thing… Scraggly hair and baggy eyes... I'd always look for a reason in a ghost's expression as to why they wouldn't or couldn't move on…

This guy only looked like he was staying here for pure amusement.

And some ghosts don't even know they've died. As someone who can see ghosts, years ago I made it my job to help them move on.

'Senile little--' I walked into the bathroom and looked around quickly. Most ghosts wouldn't come in MY bathroom. Though they were ghosts, they could still smell. I found that out only months ago... I made sure my bathroom was good and smelly.

Sometimes I'd get an occasional once-was-a-perv in my bathroom as I showered. How wrong is that, I ask you!

I used to have my mother standing outside my shower door with a broom. She can't see ghosts, so she'd stand there swatting the broom around like crazy the whole time I showered...

I hung garlic on my shower curtain and put moldy cheese around the toilet. The bathtub was filled with sutras which never seemed to work, and there were bottles of curdled milk placed in a nice ring around my sink. Ghost proof? Most definitely.

I stripped myself and began my shower. I sang, I scrubbed, and I was paranoid. Always. All the time.

Wouldn't you be? I always wondered how ghost-proof this bathroom was… I hadn't seen a ghost in my bathroom once I made it Stink Heaven… The smell didn't bother me. Why? That's…a good question. Maybe after the first shower my nose went numb. I had never had a good sense of smell. I was always wishing that I could smell like a dog. Not literally…

I sighed and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my towel when… I felt someone staring at me. I wrapped myself up right away and tried to look angry.

I knew I failed and ended up looking like a timid, embarrassed, female loser…

I searched the room and found the source of my emotion. A small kitsune ghost.

Demons were extinct. Long ago, they disappeared. Died, hid, ran...Got abducted by aliens...
Hah, that last one was obviously a little joke... Sometimes I think that, though. That they really did leave Earth and are still alive somewhere.

No one was ever really sure what happened to them or where they went. But you were always safe to assume that if you saw a demon, it was a ghost. And everytime I saw a demon, they were always ghosts. It's a shame, really... They're really cool.

Anyways, the little ghost stared up at me with large, green eyes and a cute smile. A small fang poked out of his upper lip. His bushy tail bounced and he waved. "Hi!" He said.

I was stunned.

"H-…HI! What's that supposed to mean! You come in here when I'm stepping out of the shower NAKED, I remind you, and you say 'HI'!"

He was against the wall, now. Eyes wet and tiny body shivering. He was so scared of me… I suddenly felt guilty. He was a little child. I shouldn't have yelled… He didn't know better. But then again, demon children were much older than they appeared. So he must have known… "Listen…about the yelling… maybe I should have-"

"WITCH! DEVIL-LADY! I'M TELLING ON YOU!" He slipped through the bathroom door crying like and infant.

I banged my head against the door and let out a heavy sigh.

"Yeah, well… GO AHEAD!" I yelled back. Maybe I thought it'd make me feel better.

Maybe I thought that… he would hear me and be even more scared.

But there was that guilt again…

I always had a softness for young kids. He was so cute, too!

I dressed myself and left the stink heaven.

I had just stepped out only to bump into ANOTHER ghost!

"Oh for CRYING OUT LOUD! I've had enough! You ghosts should just LEAVE ME-"

I hand gripped my neck tightly and lifted me clear off the floor.

I let out a foolish laugh. A strange laugh. I was trying to cover my fear.

There behind his legs was that little kitsune ghost. He had a large grin and appeared to be hiding his laughter.

'So, this must be daddy...?'
I forced a laugh.

"I…I'm sorry…You can do whatever you want, Mr. Strong person…Man…."

I looked up.

I shouldn't have looked up.

Gold eyes. Like Satan's eyes. I always believed Satan's eyes were Golden…

"…Thing."

He smirked.