Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

A/N: Once upon a time I couldn't sleep, and my younger sister asked me to tell her a story. Half asleep myself, this is the story that I told. It has been refined and revised for your mental health.

Have you ever wondered at the origin of Inuyasha's fire rat coat? What if Inuyasha was not given the old English speech in the dub, but was given that of the archetypal hillbilly? What if he was run over by a carriage? If you have, read on my friend, read on.

One day Inuyasha was fighting his way through hordes of demons, with the goal to reach a huge mansion, for reasons known only to him. It was supposed that its resident had once been either his hated enemy or a good friend, because he would not be fighting to reach it so fiercely if it were not so. After defeating his foes and shrugging off their shredded remains from his once white shirt, Inuyasha entered into the dwelling, or what had once been a dwelling.

"Wow, look at all dem cob webs," he said, brushing them aside and pushing past a fallen wardrobe. There was a creek and a clatter as the floorboards he stood on collapsed under his weight, and his foot fell through the rotting wood.

"Weel- looks like nobody ben liven roun' here fo a'while." the verbally challenged dog demon observed as he freed his foot from the splintered boards. He tilted his nose to the ceiling.

"Don smell like no'un liven ben here fo a long time. Yech!" he drawled distastefully.

The canine kid walked deeper into the dilapidated house. The sent as well as the webs got thicker the farther he delved into the dark tunnel- like passageways. He growled as he shook the clingy silk off, sneezing from the dust and the rank odor of old death. He growled "dang stupid spider web, get yo' sticky arse fibers off'a me!" tearing at them.

Distracted by the adhesive strings, he stumbled into a small bedroom. His string of insults were cut of as he saw the rooms other occupant. "Weel, no wonder this place smelt worse than the underside of a sow." Yes it stunk, and the resident was in no position to deny it for he was quite lifeless.

"So all yir money don do no good now, do it?" he mocked. "Now I can't leave empty handed..." he trailed off, his eye catching a bit of red cloth hanging out of a closet. He lifted it out. "Thissa nice un'. You don need it, do ya?" said sardonically. "Thanks pal." he followed with a mocking salute and made his way quickly out of the dead mans house.