Disclaimer: How many of you here watch Inu-Yasha? Please say all of you, 'cause other this will be confusing. Now that we've got that cleared up, how many of you remember those funny credit things? You know, the things that "Give Credit" to the people who actually helped with the creation of Inu-Yasha? And it tell you based off the manga by Rumiko Takahashi (Turns out the YGO creator actually has the same last name)? Believe it or not, I'm not in the credits. Because I didn't create Inu-Yasha, and even more shockingly, don't own it. If I did, Sesshomaru would be in it so much more, because clearly he's the best character… Oh, and I don't own Twister, Trivial Pursuit, or Star Wars…or Operation.

"I have nothing but disdain for someone who cannot answer the question, 'What Shakespearian tragedy ends with the line: For never was a tale of such woe, then this of Juliet and her Romeo.'" Tensaiga said, shaking his head sadly.


"Since we're playing Trouble, I don't see how that is relevant in the least," Tetsaiga said dryly.


"Oh but it's very important! After all, since you couldn't answer that question while we played Trivial Pursuit-"


"We played Trivial Pursuit?"


"Poor dear, now you're even blocking out the bad memories of defeat. We really have to get you counseling," Tensaiga clucked sorrowfully.


"I DO NOT NEED COUNSELING!" Tetsaiga shouted.


"But as I was saying," Tensaiga continued, happily ignoring the last outburst. "Because you couldn't answer that question, the Trouble game refuses to help you. You will never role the number you need. You will never get anything higher than a one, unless of course that would help you, in which case it doesn't give you a number at all-"


"How! How could I role a zero!" Tetsaiga howled. "There's no zero on the dice!"


"See- you're cursed! It's your own fault for disgracing the literature! The board game will not forgive!" Tensaiga shrieked insanely.


"No! What can I do to receive forgiveness O great game board!" Tetsaiga screamed wildly, falling to his knees. "Please! Tell me what sacrifice will appease you!"


"You must collect the fur of twelve fishes from the
Antarctica Ocean!" Tensaiga said in a loud booming voice- pretending to be the spirit of the board game.


"Yes oh great master!" Tetsaiga agreed, bowing in thanks, ignoring the fact that it would be terribly difficult to find a furred fish in an ocean that doesn't exist.


"Now go before I decide an even more completely, utterly, undeniably, irrefutably impossible task for you to do!"


"Right away my master!"


There was the sound of scurrying ex-swords to an ocean that doesn't exist.


"Wait!" Tensaiga boomed loudly. "We do not approve of this punishment any longer!"


"But why O great game board!" Tetsaiga said, reappearing suddenly. "I must find some way to appease you!"


"I refuse to be appeased!" the game board, aka Tensaiga, yelled. "BUT!"


"BUT! What great master?" Tetsaiga pleaded, close to a mental breakdown.


Well, a bigger one anyway.


"You cannot go, you must listen to the continuation of the story!"


"But appeasing your vengeful spirit is so much more important!"


"Fine, fine, I am appeased. Now go get a new game. How about…Yahtzee?" Tensaiga suggested.


"Works for me," Tetsaiga said, shrugging.


"All right then, Yahtzee it is. Go get it my slave."


"I am NOT your slave!" Tetsaiga said in outrage


"YOU HAVE ANGERED THE SPIRIT OF THE GAME BOARD!" Tensaiga roared.


"No! Please! You said you were appeased…oh."


"Would you prefer I not mention this to anyone?"


"Yes please!" Tetsaiga squeaked. Not that he was blushing or anything, because he certainly hadn't believed his lover was the spirit of the game board.


"Now go get the game like a good idiot. Then I'll continue on with the story."


"…"

Chapter 12: But Waiting to See is Hard

He wasn't alone. And there seemed to be an epidemic of nudity going around. And something looked wrong about him. He looked almost lopsided. I couldn't figure out-

Oh. His sword was missing.

His sword was missing! My eyes strayed to the demon beside him. At least, I thought tiredly, I wasn't the only one having weapon malfunctions.

"Inu-" I began to say. He was going to explain what he had done. Then he was going to undo it. I didn't expect any resistance to that idea, after all, it appeared whatever he had done had back-fired. I highly doubted he had wanted to mess up his sword as well.

"Tensaiga!" the demon beside Inuyasha exclaimed, interrupting rudely. I had a slight feeling that if something wasn't done to turn him back into a sword, I would have to kill him. Painfully. It seemed like he would have an infinite amount of annoyingness. One could only hope I was wrong. "You look good. I am impressed; of course, I look better, but hey, few can be as handsome as me."

I wasn't.

"Don't start," the thing beside me said, looking just as exasperated as I was preparing to feel. I couldn't call it Tensaiga. It couldn't stay a demon long. Calling it by a name would be to much like accepting that it would not longer be my sword.

For some reason, that idea bothered me.

In the background I could hear the sound of annoying things attempting as best they could to out annoy one another. It was also possible that I heard, even more faintly, the sound of a little green toad being bounced down the stairs with a ball, landing on cleverly placed tacks on each stair until reaching the bottom where a gigantic pool of hungry, rabid dogs awaited it. Then, I could have heard a pained cry and the sound of a little girl cackling madly as she dumped molasses and rice into the pit with the toad and dogs.

But I could have been wrong about that.

I was at a loss. I wasn't sure what to do next to resolve this little problem.

I didn't like it.

This could never happen again.

"Sesshomaru," I heard Inuyasha said timidly. Were you afraid of me, little brother? Were you perhaps learning to submit, to find your place?

"Are you all right?"

Or perhaps you were simply out to test your sheer stupidity against the newly demonized swords.

"I'm fine, Inuyasha," I said. I wanted to be sharp when I answered. I wanted to be cold, cruel. But my attempts fell flat.

This was wrong.

The two ex-swords were staring.

Both of them could die.

"What the hell happened to you two? Why did you turn into demons, anyway?" Inuyasha demanded of them. I only regret he beat me to the question. And that he always manages to phrase things in the simplest way he can.

He would be receiving lessons on that later, I noted. He would have to become more fitted to his class if he was to survive.

"Isn't it obvious?" it asked condescendingly, obviously scorning my Inuyasha.

No one talked down to my Inuyasha but me. He was only second to me.

"Because you two needed our help," it finished up, seeming to be very pleased with itself. "You needed our help very badly."

"And so now we're going to give it to you," the other demon, the more annoying one, said gleefully, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Exactly what help did we require?" I inquired coolly. Perhaps I did not understand what was going on, but I was not at the mercy of any sword, much
less one that used to be a useless fang of my father and the one that would not recognize me as its rightful master.

"See that right there, that's part of the problem," the annoying one pointed out cheerfully. I could always rip his tongue out... "You're both such idiots, and all the idiots around you continue to let your idiocy grow and then they inflate your egos; well, it's a whole circle of idiocy that has to be stopped."

"It was decided that watching you two bang around against figurative walls too painful to watch anymore, so your father has turned us both into demons to finally either kill both of you and rid the world of your stupidity, or," it paused, trying to be dramatic. I was trying not to strangle it. "Or manage to convince you two to get together. On the bright side, you seem to be somewhat floundering in the right direction toward the latter."

"Father...demons...turned...together?" Inuyasha struggled to spit out comprehendible words. Poor puppy, he was so confused.

"Well, as your father's fangs, he's always controlled us," it said, looking depressed. I couldn't understand why. "And, to put it simply for all the idiots in the room, as demonic fangs...there was always a certain magical quality we possessed. So, he simply tapped into it from whatever the hell he is now, and voila. Instant ex-swords."

"Together?" Inuyasha squeaked again.

"Or dead," it said, nodding. "But he'd really rather you be together."

Perhaps I could make use out of these two after all.

Author Notes: Thanks to all of my reviewers! It's now February…which means (oh happy thoughts) that February vacation is just around the corner. So is Valentine's day, but I don't really have an opinion on that holiday….though -grins- CANDY! –coughs quietly- anyway, I've now managed to insert their father into the story. Hmm…maybe I'll have him pull a end of the third movie and appear to them as a ghost like thing…'cept this time they'd actually talk. Moving on, I realize my author notes are some what random today (much like the entire swords bit this time around) but it's raining. It's Friday. I haven't slept for more than six hours in a week when to function well I honestly need twelve, so I apologize if the chapter (any part of it) wasn't up to par. But look at it this way, now we have to fully insane ex-swords out to bring Sesshomaru and Inuyasha together. So let's face it- the brothers are doomed. And with Kagome and co. lurking just beyond the forest and Jaken currently a walking pin cushion, the possibility for drama is increasing –insert dramatic exist music- So while I wander off, succumb to the deep desire within your heart to review.

InuSessyYaoiGirl: I have this amusing mental image of them really old and both really deaf, and each one yelling at the other "Where'd you put my hearing aid?" hehe…sorry, a lot of time on my hands…and I'm going to try and find you on the website, but first I have to register…-sounds of insane laughter and dark, violent murmurings can be heard- No! No! No! I send said! What do you mean I didn't follow the directions? DAMN YOU COMPUTER! –grins- but I promise to sign your guest book eventually…

Unfortunately, due to severe weather conditions, the saints will not be doing any marching. Thank you, and good night.