The sun shone brightly in the clear blue-sky overhead on the dazzling neon green head as the young form of Sesshomaru made his way down the cement sidewalk, in an outfit identical to the one he had on earlier, except with sandals. He passed all the similar looking one-story suburban households with their neatly trimmed lawns as he continued walking to his destination. A boy with greasy greenish black hair came into view, one hand holding a plastic bag while the other was in the pocket of his baggy, faded blue jeans. He was leaning against a wooden telephone pole with a bold "#34" printed on a piece of white paper stapled on it. A slight breeze picked up and blew his hair and loose dark lavender shirt. He turned his crimson eyes to the approaching dog demon, and looked at his digital watch.

"Right on time." He said, and began to stare, right above Sesshomaru's eye level.

"Aren't I always?" Sesshomaru asked.

Naraku continued staring and smirked.

"New look?"

Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed.

"So what do you have to offer?" He continued

Sesshomaru reached into his pocket to pull out a plastic white card and handed it to the spider demon. Naraku took it and examined it. His mouth parted, his eyes widened and he blinked in awe.

"Is this…?"

Sesshomaru nodded.

"Seventy-five dollars certified by over forty bookstores, and most certainly enough to get you any limited editions."

He looked at Sesshomaru with his eyes sparkling with newfound love and respect.

"Are-Are you-?"

"Yes I'm sure." He stated, completely unfazed by Naraku's more than necessary gratitude. "I have no need for them. Only you and my pathetic brother apparently need them."

"Hey, don't insult the manga." Naraku said while putting the card in his pocket and putting his face back to normal. He handed over the plastic bag. "Items and instructions are included." Sesshomaru fixed him a glare and he rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, they're different from your brother's."

Satisfied, Sesshomaru took the bag, turned around and started his way back to his house.

"Hey Sesshomaru!" Naraku abruptly called.

He stopped and turned halfway.

"What is it?"

"Why do you and your brother hate each other so much?"

He was quiet for a while, before he started walking back.

"You already know the answer to that, N.H.," he said. "I don't like to repeat myself all the time."

Naraku sighed.

"I know," he whispered, "but it's still hard to believe."

Sesshomaru paused.

"Why?" he called back.

"Dang, forgot about his hearing." He murmured to himself. "I've known you since Pre-K." He yelled. "You two used to play together all the time. You were practically inseparable, so why would you suddenly denounce Inu Yasha as your brother?"

"Since when did you start caring?"

"I don't, I'm just curious."

Sesshomaru was silent for a bit, before he started walking back.

"I refuse to acknowledge that freak of nature as my family."

Naraku stared after him a bit before sighing.

"Whatever," Naraku mumbled. "It's not like I care. Oh wait…" he tapped his fist into his palm in remembrance. "Where did you get the gift card?" he called.

"Does it matter?"

Naraku thought about this really hard for a second… before turning back and walking to his house.

Elsewhere….

"SESSHOMARU!" Inu Yasha shrieked. "WHERE IS MY SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLAR GIFT CARD?"


There, my bit of humor for this chapter. I know there are no pranks and it was short, but I wanted to get this out of the way first. I hope I've started making you all see the bit of a plot I have going on here…

By the way, I reread my story, (Don't know why, so please don't ask.) And I realized I've had no Disclaimer! Darn my scatterbrainedness and me.

Disclaimer: The-world-needs-peace does not own Inu Yasha.