A Mindless Inuyasha Drabble

Number One

By Faith Lee

Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, would I be sitting here? Would you be reading this? I don't really think so. I'm just a crazy Authoress who loves Inuyasha! Yay!

A Friendly Note From The Authoress: Well, I was sitting at a Girl Scout Camp, babysitting a bunch of Brownies, and incredibly bored. My friend Elenna, who got me into Inuyasha, had Inuyasha music playing and I wrote this. If you want the original form, uh, email me or something. I kind of 'fic-i-cized' it.

Enjoy!

Inuyasha is standing in the middle of a light brown room. There are no chairs or furniture of any kind. The Hanyou is the only thing in the room, and he stands out like a sore thumb: the silver hair, peach skin, bright red robes, golden eyes.

The weird thing was, the room was empty until Inuyasha just kind of 'popped' in out of nowhere. Pop! He's there, in this insanely and seemingly endless brown room. I mean, come on, what the hell is up with that?

So Inuyasha stands, alone, in the room, doing absolutely nothing. He looks around, kind of bounces, and he starts to whistle. Our poor little fluffy-eared Hanyou is bored. He's not trying to get out because he, like many of us, thinks that this brown room is a dream or something. No one just pops into a brown room without being slightly delusional. Finally, Inuyasha decides to state a fact.

"So…" he says, twittling his claws, "I'm better than Sesshomaru." His fingers wrapped around the hilt of Tetsusaiga as he said it and looked around as if to challenge the room. After a moment of silence, Inuyasha starts to bounce around the room.

"I'm better than Sesshomaru, I'm better than Sesshomaru," he sings gleefully. This is a good dream! Then, suddenly, there was another Pop! And in comes the elder brother; our favorite demon, Sesshomaru.

"Hey- what?" he says, puzzled. After looking around for a good five minutes, Sesshomaru turns and spots our favorite Hanyou: the infamous Inuyasha.

"What the- son of a BITCH!" he yells after spotting his younger brother. As we all know, there is just a bit of rivalry and hatred between the two. Inuyasha, after hearing his brothers' outburst, got angry.

"Hey! Shut up about my mother, asshole, you're not much better!" Inuyasha yelled, his hands curled into fists. Sesshomaru narrowed his golden eyes, but his fair face showed no emotion.

"At least I am not a half-demon!" he exclaimed, and Inuyasha prickled substantially.

"YEAH, WELL-" suddenly, Inuyasha stopped. He tipped up his head and took a tentative sniff of the air, then a big whiff. Then he turned wide eyes to Sesshomaru. "Is that…?" He sniffed again. His eyes bore holes into Sesshomaru.

"Hey," he exclaimed slowly, addressing his brother, "did you have coffee?" His face was incredulous. Sesshomaru blinked a couple of times, then gave a little shrug with his shoulders.

"Espresso, actually," he informed and Inuyasha nodded in understanding.

"Oh, I've been meaning to try that," Inuyasha answered back, "any good?" Sesshomaru, who was staring at a spot of brown on the floor to the left of Inuyasha, gave another, more enthusiastic shrug.

"Well, if you add this stuff called French Vanilla, it makes it taste sweeter," he answered, his body still. Inuyasha magically pulled out a pad and pen from out of thin air.

"Oh yeah?" he said, and moved his fingers to the exact position on the pen, "what's it called?" Sesshomaru moved his eyes to stare at the pad on which Inuyasha was writing.

"French Vanilla," he told his younger brother, and watched with great amusement as Inuyasha struggled slightly with the pad and pen.

"Um…" he murmured, his pen still, and Sesshomaru found himself sighing.

"F-R-E-N-C-H V-A-N-I-L-L-A," he spelt slowly, and Inuyasha wrote quickly, then tore out the piece of paper, folded it up, placed it in his red robes somewhere, and the pen and paper disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Then, Inuyasha turned towards his brother with a confused look on his cute face.

"French. What is that?" he asked, and Sesshomaru shrugged once again.

"I don't really know, but-" a look of horror passed on Sesshomaru's face, "HEY! I HATE YOU, REMEMBER! NOW, UH, GIVE ME THE TETSUSAIGA BEFORE I, UM, …………………………..DO STUFF!"

End.

A Friendly Note From Your Authoress: I KNOW! COMPLETELY RANDOM! But I had so much fun writing it. YAY! All right, I'm going to go. See ya!