A/N: thank you if you reviewed! I hope you like this story. I just thought I should fill in the fact that Inuyasha won't be 11 for ever. He will soon be 17 and he also won't be so goodie goodie, or a fradie cat.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any other characters and I only own part of this story idea. The rest came from a movie called 'Wild America'

Chapter 2

Mother's Birthday and My Dilemma

Mom's birthday was only a week away and dad, Sesshomaru, Koga and I were failing majorly in the attempt to find the perfect gift for her. I've heard that shopping wasn't a strong point in the male species but I never imagined it to be this hard! For the first ten or so years of your life you can get away with home-made gifts like boxes made out of popsicle sticks and gluing macaroni to paper. As you get older you have to go for cash value stuff like jewelry and wallets and decorative nick-nacks. I'm not good with this, I'm still new at the whole 'shopping' for gifts thing.

I do know, however, that Sesshomaru has actually kept everything I've ever given him for Christmas or for his birthday. Even the things I gave him when I was little that had no meaning at all. Like the painting of what was supposed to be a dog and had 'for Sesshomaru' written across the page in one language or another. I only know this because I snooped around one day for no reason at all and found a cardboard box under his bed that had 'from the pup' written across the top in black ink. When I had opened it there was everything from the birthday card drawn with crayons right down to the pasta picture frame with my favorite picture of our whole family sitting beneath the willow tree in the front yard. It was right on top, too!

I was around four in the picture was taken and in it my mom and dad were leaning up against the trunk of the tree in each other's arms. A six year old Koga sat cross legged with a huge grin planted on his face in front of them and Sesshomaru was standing a little off to the side while I sat on his shoulders. He was only seven but he was still strong thanks to his demon side.

I remember that day well though. Maby it's because I've looked at the picture so many times but it's a great memory to have all the same. I think I like that picture so much because I knew then that Sesshomaru and Koga loved me. I don't know if they do now and if they do they do a pretty good job at hiding it. I never dare to ask though. It could very well be my last words if I did.

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Only four days left to find the perfect gift for mom and we don't even have any ideas! We can't get her just anything. She deserves something special for putting up with us all these years!

Three days left. There's gotta be something out there!

Two days left. Stores. Are. Hopeless. And so are we.

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We only had around twenty four hours to find the perfect present for mom and we still don't have even the slightest clue on what to get her!

I sat bolt upright in my bed and looked around. Still dark. I guess that's good. I sat still, waiting for an idea to come. About and hour later a grin plastered my face. My idea was perfect! I knew exactly what to get mom for her birthday!

The next morning around five in the morning I woke my brothers up and told them my plan.

"I guess if that's the best you can do", said Koga mockingly. I glared at him.

"Shut up Koga. Like you could come up with anything better. The pup's got a pretty good plan", said Sesshomaru while ruffling my already messy hair. I beamed with pride. That was one of very few moments when I was proud Sesshomaru was my brother. The rest of the time he's a pain in the..."

"Boys! Stop talking unless you want to start you chores early today!", shouted dad from down the hall. He wasn't really threatening us, just telling us in his usual way that if w don't want to sleep we might as well get something useful done. I started to get dressed while Koga and Sesshomaru pulled the blankets over their heads and pretended to be asleep. I rolled my eyes at them. I wasn't going to do my chores but I was going to do a bit of snooping around before everyone woke up fully. Lucky for me it was Saturday, the day everything and everyone sleeps in.

I wandered the house for a while beforeI found what I was looking for. There, sitting in a box covered in dust was what would make the perfect birthday present for mom. I draged the box downstairs and almost ran into dad as I went around a corner.

"What you doin' there pup? What's in the box?"

I told him my plan and he said it was a perfect idea. He said he would ward off mom for a couple hours be taking her to town for a while. I grined at him and started to quickly make my way bakt to my room, box and all.

Sesshomaru, Koga and I worked late into the night to finnish our project. I know I said that home made gifts were a little out of our age level but this was special. We sorta fell asleep in the middle of the floor that night after wraping the gift but our consciences were clear and were also tired.

In the morning everybody woke up early and we had breakfast that dad and I proudly made together and I think we did pretty good conciddering we're not very good cooks. Nothing like good old scrambled eggs and bacon with hashbrowns on the side.

Then we went to the living room to give mom her present and she was so happy she started crying. As she flipped through the scrap book of pictures, my brothers and I beamed with pride. We didn't think we'd get that much of a reaction out of her.

The book held all of our favorite pictures of our whole family from past years. There were even some of mom's favorite animals that she had rescued at one point or another. My favorite picture of our family under the willow tree was on the front cover. It just seemed to work that way since the book was our memories.

Later that day we bought dinner for mom from the Chinese Food place. She loves Chinese Food so as a treat she got it. She says that too much of your favorite thing just spoils it for some special time. That's why she only want's Chinese Food on her birthday and never any other time. On my birthday I nourmallyrequest chicken strips and fries but this year I want to try something else because that special dinner just doesn't have the spark it used to.

When we got home weall went straight to bed and slept late into the morning. We didn't really do much but for some reason holidays or special events whipe us of all our energy.

This morning though my brothers were full of energy. Bad sign. I woke up to a coolness around my neck and ears.

"Boys, is your brother up,yet?", asked dad.

"Uh, not sure. Want us to go and uh, check up on the whelp?"

"Boys. What did you do to your brother?"

Everybody froze as they heard a yell and then a "SESSHOMARU! KOGA! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

The brothers smirked at each other and bolted for the back door only to be clothes-lined by their shirt collers thanks to dad grabing them. The only thought on both their minds was 'oh,shit'.

Istomped out of our room withthe mostpissed off look imaginable, and cropped hair. Only an inch or so long...