AN: I don't really know where I am going with this one, but you don't really know where the heck I am going with this one, you might want to ignore it. I don't think this is going to turn out very well, but I will try. Plus, I haven't really been able to just sit down and write a thousand words for quite a while. It probably won't happen in many chapters here, for which I apologize.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving Inuyasha or any other anime.

Inuyasha sat in his room, reading. He had read this book hundreds of times, yet he still hadn't tired of the story inside. He din't know why, but he loved it. It was some random, peachy story that had a sappy ending. When he had first seen the book on the dusty back shelf of the local store, he hadn't expected it to be good at all. But when he finished the first page, he was already hooked. He couldn't put it down, not even to be scanned for the price. He was right at the good part of the book when his mother came into the room and waved her hand in front of his face.

Inuyasha jumped from the sudden surprise. He finally laid down the book and signed to his mother. 'Is it time to eat yet? I can smell the food and I'm getting a bit hungry.' His mother nodded her head and signed back clumsily. 'I have about ten minutes left on the casserole. Come on down and help me set the table, okay hun?' She had to fingerspell a few of the tougher words. She was still learning, but she had been progressing steadily since he had started speaking fluently.

Inuyasha quickly slipped a bookmark in between the pages and snapped the book shut. He laid it down on the bed and stood. He followed his mother out the door and down the steps. When they got to the kitchen he opened the cabinet and pulled out three plastic plates. He laid them on the table and puled out the glasses. He filled them each about halfway to the top, finishing off the milk. Then the silverware was removed. They only had a few sets of each utensil and had to wash them every evening so that they had enough for the next day.

His mother tapped on his shoulder and pointed towards the upstairs again. He nodded his understanding and leaped up the stairs two at a time. At the end of the hallway, he turned and knocked at the door. He could feel the vibrations in the door run out to the wall where he rested his other hand. In a few seconds, his older half brother, Sesshomaru opened the door. He glared pointedly at the black haired youth. Inuyasha signed and ran down the stairs, followed by Sesshomaru.

The timer on the oven beeped, sending his mother rushing to it with a potholder. Inuyasha realized that the food was done, and excitedly catapulted into his chair. He grinned at Sesshomaru, while the other rolled his eyes at his excitement. Their mother brought the food to the table and placed it in the center. It was mostly potatoes and chunks of bread smothered in gravy and baked for a while. it was Inuyasha's favorite meal. He reached for the spoon beside the dish and recoiled as his mother slapped him on the back of the hand with a spoon.

'No, Inuyasha, mind your manners. Wait until we say Grace and then you may eat.' Inuyasha nodded his head shyly.

'Okay, Mother.'

'Good. Now say Grace with us, Sesshomaru.'

"Yes, mother." They signed and spoke the words, or just signed, in Inuyasha's case. "Come Lord Jesus, be our guest, and let these gifts to us be blessed."

As soon as they were done saying Grace, Inuyasha practically jumped on the spoon and heaped the food onto his plate. He made sure to save plenty for his family, though. They never had leftovers, but they never went to bed hungry. Inuyasha's mother worked three part-time jobs to keep the family running after their father had died.

She wasn't Sesshomaru's real mother, she had also died. But in truth, he did love Izayoi more than his real mother. She treated him like her own son, just like she treated Inuyasha. And he loved her for that.

Izayoi was often exhausted when she got home from her second job, and she only had time to cook dinner and eat before she had to leave for her third. Sesshomaru had to do most of the housework, but Inuyasha helped him as much as he could. They swept and mopped the floor every day, and washed clothes once a week. When they washed, Inuyasha runs around in nothing but his blanket until his two sets of clothes are dry. Sesshomaru has a little more dignity and wears his underwear, but also wraps up in a blanket.

They clean their dishes every day after each meal and use them again the next. They didn't have many dishes, and Izayoi wanted to keep their nice ones for special occasions. Only on their birthdays or holidays did they ever take down the fancy dishes.

When Inuyasha finished his meal, he dutifully rinsed the junk off his plate and put the dish in soapy water. He turned and looked at his mother. She nodded and signed, 'Have fun with that book of yours, honey. make sure you don't stay up too late with that, you have school tomorrow.'

'Alright, Mom. Can you make sure I am awake by seven? I don't want to be late again.'

'Sure, hon. I'll have Sesshomaru pop in when he can.' They had an unspoken agreement; since Inuyasha couldn't hear a knock, and his mother couldn't know what he was doing/had on at any particular moment, she had Sesshomaru be the messenger. He would go in and tell Yasha whatever their mother wanted to tell him, and Inuyasha would respond. Or, if Yasha remembered, he would put the 'do not disturb' sign he made in second grade on the door handle. She would slip the sign under the door to tell him she wanted to talk, and if/when he noticed, he would make himself decent and open the door.

Yasha nodded and sprinted up the steps. He swung himself around the door frame and launched into his bed. He snatched the book off of his bed and opened up to his last page. He was only one hundred pages to the end of the book. He finished the night with his nose buried in the pages of fantasy.

AN: Holy terrible ending! Maybe? Tell me what you thought with that pretty button below!