Rating: T
Chapter Summary: Everyone has things they run from, whether it's figuratively or literally. But what happens when the inevitable catches up to a little hanyou? Family, humor. Prompt: Pursuit. Characters: Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, Inupapa, Izayoi. AU.

The Great Escape

The small child ran down a dark corridor faster than he'd ever run before in his life. His petite lungs heaved in protest as he gasped out, heart pounding against his chest as one resounding thought crossed his mind: Can't be caught!

As he continued running down the empty hall he chanced a look behind him to see if they were still pursuing him.

He received his answer when a pair of glowing eyes flashed beyond the darkness in his direction causing him to cry out in horror as he picked up his pace again, nearly tripping over his own legs in the process.

"Here me well, hanyou," a dark, foreboding voice echoed through the shadows of the night. That voice... that voice is the worst! he thought as chills ran down his spine when the voice spoke again. "You can't escape!"

No, no, no! He wouldn't be caught! Not this time! Not again!

"Found you, half-breed!" the voice was right behind him! Claws shot out then and grabbed the tiny hanyou by his scruff, the child kicking and screaming as he was carried all the way back to the room he'd been trying to escape from in the first place.

And then his eyes landed on it... sitting as innocently as it could in the middle of the room. The hanyou froze, expression pained for a moment before his fight or flight instincts kicked in.

"Please no!" he whined, scratching at his brother's hand. "Do not want!"

"Be quiet, whelp," his older sibling growled as a woman walked in from another room then. "I've brought him."

"Thank you, Sesshoumaru. Please put him in," she said, kneeling down.

"No, momma, please don't do this!" the child cried out as he felt his sibling lowering him. "Sho! No! Do not want! Not want!"

All Sesshoumaru did was grin evilly before releasing the hanyou into the worst invention ever made.

A series of frantic splashes sounded then as the hanyou resurfaced, kicking, yelling and trying to run away again as his mother brought out the scrubby mitt.

"NO, PLEASE STOP IT! NOOO! WATER! IT'S WET! PLEASE! STOP IT! AAAHHH! IT'S COLD!..."

"Inuyasha, please, it's only a bath, and mommy's here, see? You're fine, sweetie," his mother said gently as she brought the yellow scrubby mitt to his side once more. Her son really did hate being clean.

"Stupid mutt butt," the hanyou's older brother grumbled leaning against the doorframe as he surveyed his sibling's tantrum in mild amusement before wincing as someone walked in the room next to him. "Father!" the ten-year-old cried out at being knocked upside the head.

"Don't call your little brother that, Sesshoumaru. You know better," his father admonished with a stern look before he moved further into the tiled room to help his wife with their squirming toddler.

Inutaishou sighed as he dropped down next to the tub at the flailing boy. It was always such a circus in their house whenever bath time rolled around.

The end.