A Sword's Lament
All right – I'm all for trading places with Tetsusaiga. I bet Inuyasha at least communicates.
How, Inutaisho, how did you have a son who doesn't speak? Get some sake into you and you never shut up. This one, though, just wow. He never speaks unless he absolutely has to.
And he hates me.
I bet Inuyasha would have appreciated me. This is what I get, for not letting you die before you got to your wife, for resurrecting her, and then you pawn me off on somebody who just doesn't know what he's got.
Ungrateful whelp.
You know, I have actually heard him say – or think, at least, with this one it's hard to tell the difference, he does both so rarely – 'Father, why did you bestow this useless Tensaiga on me?'
Useless? Useless? I'll show you useless, you overgrown throwrug! You try resurrecting a hundred people with one swing, and see how well it turns out for you!
Oh, wait! I've never done that, either! Because my master is a…a…ug, there aren't words harsh enough.
And I gave him companionship! He's got that adorable little girl – who is, might I add, the only one who appreciates me – and I even brought back that annoying toad! And he didn't even say thank you!
I would rather be back at Totosai's. He may be senile, but at least he appreciated what I was capable of.
I have to suffer because somebody had a toothache. Life isn't fair.
Inutaisho, I hope you can hear me. I want you to know that your son's a failure. Or at least a big jerk.
End
A/N – Poor Tenseiga.