Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha but Sayuri and Tsukiko is mine!

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If there one thing Sayuri found funny it was her younger brother's fixation on their father's sword. Sesshoumaru had taken their father's adultery rather well-not that their mother did as several large bumps on their father's head had revealed. His death also hadn't effected him as much as the damn sword's disappearance had. She had shaken her silver head at him when he left proclaiming he was "going to get what he rightly deserved."

Needless to say, he hadn't been very happy when she had replied-loudly so the entire courtyard could hear-that what he "rightly deserved" was a kick in the pants. In fact, he stormed off in a huff and taken the dragon hybrid with him-a pity. She liked that dragon.

Sayuri had turned to their mother, Tsukiko, and had asked her what she had thought. Her mother had been silent lately-demonic version of depression-since her husband's death but she did answer her-finally.

"He's never been able to accept second best-even if Tenseiga was far from second best." Tsukiko shook her head. "I won't stop him-he's been moody since he found out he got Tenseiga as an inheritance." Then her jaw tightened-he'd gotten Tenseiga while the hanyou child had gotten Tessaiga and anything that remotely reminded her of her husband's adultery upset her-except surprisingly Izayoi herself, who she had become friends with.

Sayuri had nodded her head mutely-mother's jaw clenching usually signaled a sudden death and Tenseiga was attached to her brother's hip and was moving very fast from the palace. She liked to live past lunch, thank you very much.

But still, after nearly seventy years it was getting a little old.

"Aren't you a little old to be antagonizing our little brother for the sword you didn't get anyway?" she asked during tea with Rin in her lap braiding her hair with flowers. "You're a few too centuries old to be doing that anyway."

Sesshoumaru glared at her; Sayuri was seven centuries too old to toss and a little too agile to catch anyway. Besides, Sayuri's husband didn't like anyone trying to maim his wife anyway even if it was her brother who could revive her anyway.

"You," he seethed, "are missing the point."

"Alright. I'll bite-what is the point?" Rin had finished braiding flowers in her hair and was making matching crowns.

"The point is it's supposed to be mine!"

"Aren't we a mister grouchy butt today, right, Rin-chan?"

"Hehhee, yes, Sesshoumaru-sama's sister Sayuri-sama!"

"I am not a grouchy butt!"