Halloween With Inuyasha
That was the night I found out why they call it the Devil's Holiday.
I, Sesshoumaru, will always rue the day I was forced to partake of the trivial and meaningless activity that's only use is to fill small children with excessive amounts of sugar…
Tricker-treating.
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(Hello there! Tis I, Nanasawa back from the dead! Well, not really dead. Just a very very long haitus. Over the summer I really got down into writing and finally decided to return with a mind full of mad ideas.
Updating and correcting the mistakes in this HWI fic is the first step to what I hope to be a comeback. This fic is not perfect in anyway. It is, after all, the first fic I had the guts to post. Reviews are encouraged, criticism tolerated and sometimes welcomed, flames shall be extinguished.
Have fun and enjoy!)
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He was doing it again. Doesn't he realize his hands are probably dirty?
"Inuyasha, don't lick your fingers."
He stopped his finger inches from his mouth, turning his head so that he could stare at me, "Why not?"
"Your hands are dirty. You'll get germs." I replied matter-of-factly.
He blinked owlishly at me…then wiped his little hand across his red haori before sticking it back into his mouth.
I sigh and fight the urge to roll my eyes, "Baka…" Why was I cursed with such a thick headed little brother? "Here…give me your hands." I knelt down in front of him, pulled a handkerchief from my pocket, then proceeded to wipe his hands free of chocolate, dirt, and what appeared to be mustard from the hot dog he had for dinner.
How can one child get so messy in such little time? One of life's many unsolved mysteries.
Inuyasha paid little attention to me as I fussed over the dirt under his nails. He was to busy watching the other children walk by with their friends or their family, his ears rotating like mini satellite dishes trying to pick of every sound. "There…all finished." I stood and stepped back to examine my work.
If you ask me, he looked like a giant tomato with cat ears.
He was dressed in a little pair of red pants and a red haori that Izayoi, his mother and my step mother, had made for him. The pants would have made MC hammer jealous but everyone thought it was so adorable…
Of course, anything would look adorable next to me.
I was dressed at the Grim Reaper, complete with a fake scythe and big black cloak…I lost a bet with my father, don't ask.
"Can we go now?" He asked impatiently, adjusting the little plastic sword at his hip. "All the other kids are gettin all the good candy!"
Did he need anymore candy? We had hit just about every house in our neighbor hood and his pumpkin head bucket was close to over flowing. My costume only had two pockets, both of which already contained a hand full of 'confiscated' candy.
"Where else do you want to go?" I asked. He couldn't possibly find another hou-
"There!!" Ok…maybe he can.
Inuyasha pointed excitedly to the house at the end of the block, "I wanna go to dat house!"
It just had to be the big scary house at the end of the street, didn't it?
"Are you sure you want to go to that house…?" Please say no. Please say no….
"Yup!" He grinned. I sighed.
This sucks…
