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.

"To be virtuous, that is, to live in harmony with nature, as revealed by reason, is the only good; not to be virtuous is the only evil," Tensaiga intoned.

"What the hell was that?" Tetsaiga grumbled.

"The third basic premise of Stoicism," Tensaiga chirped.

"Which is?"

"An old philosophy."

"Which is?" Tetsaiga asked in confusion.

"Apparently above your intelligence level," Tensaiga scoffed.

"I have no intelligence level!" Tetsaiga protested angrily.

"…I rest my case."

"What case?"

"I would now like to introduce the Theory of Ish," Tensaiga announced, randomly changing the subject.

"Pardon me?"

"The Theory of Ish," Tensaiga repeated with dramatic emphasis, hearing theme music play in his head.

Quietly, though.

"Yes, I heard you. What is it?"

"The Theory of Ish is a great marvel like the world has never seen!"

"Which makes it?"

"Completely astounding!"

"Why?"

"Because of the sheer genius behind it!"

"What is it?" Tetsaiga exploded, throttling Tensaiga.

But nicely.

"Cough Wheeze Choke Kind of dying here Can't explain if dead"

"Oh," Tetsaiga realized, releasing him.

"Gasp for air"

"Now what is this damn theory?"

"The Theory of Ish, being the Theory of Ish-"

"Like saying that, huh."

"You have no idea. Now shut up, you want and explanation or not?"

"Shutting up."

"Good. Now, the Theory of Ish clearly states that anything that ends in ish either is or has the quality of whatever proceeds the ish," Tensaiga explained, nodding his head all the while for some inexplicable reason.

"What?"

"For instance, dish has the quality of a d."

"Ah, no."

"Ah, yes, the Theory of Ish is infallible!" Tensaiga cried.

"Even aside from the fact that it's not even really a theory, no."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, most definitely not. And after that time you told me the Walking to Lunch Theory in which the faster you walk the faster time moves, you'll forgive me if I don't believe your theories."

"That was brilliant theory!" Tensaiga defended.

"This may make you Idiot of the Week," Tetsaiga mumbled.

"Now, now, don't use that term. That is a copyrighted term," Tensaiga scolded.

"By who?" Tetsaiga demanded.

"Haven't the foggiest. But I know I've heard it somewhere else."

"Probably in reference to you."

"I resent that. Almost everyone else in this world appreciates my genius. You're the odd one out," Tensaiga said haughtily.

"Forgive me for doubting a genius," Tetsaiga said, rolling his eyes.

"No! Not only am I a genius, I am a vindictive dictator who says he stands up for his principles, but really is only out for all he can get while he hopes no one notices until he has already died, because ending up like Julius Caesar had never appealed to him," Tensaiga rambled.

"…"

"And another thing!"

"…"

"…"

"Yes?"

"I don't know. I forgot."

"Moron," Tetsaiga sighed.

"I am not! I am a-"

"If I hear the words genius out of your mouth one more time, I swear to God I will rip out your tongue," Tetsaiga warned.

"Do you really believe in God?" Tensaiga asked curiously.

"Would you like me to call it Kami? Would that make you feel better?" Tetsaiga said dryly.

"Well I don't really know if you can honestly use the two interchangeably, since they belong to different religions, not to mention languages. Next thing you know you'll be asking if it's alright to use Buddha and Allah interchangeably and then we'll have a whole big internal mess."

"Since when do we deal with internal affairs?"

"Didn't you know that we've been elected as co-presidents/prime ministers of fantasy and la la land?" Tensaiga asked in shock.

"Did you know that you've officially lost it?"

"I haven't lost anything!" Tensaiga said indignantly.

"Well, I suppose having nothing to begin with, you had nothing to lose."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

"Oh, nothing."

"Don't you dare 'Oh, nothing' me! Don't think I can't threaten you horribly in the middle of this crazy plot as out!"

"Of what?"

"What?"

"Out of what?"

"This crazy plot line."

"Which crazy plot line?" Tetsaiga inquired.

"The one we're in."

"Are we really?"

"I thought we already covered this," Tensaiga said irritably.

"But I thought we'd decided that you were insane, and therefore wrong on that matter."

"I am a-"

"You really must not like your tongue."

"I don't like you."

"Yes you do."

"No, I really don't," Tensaiga contradicted.

"Fine, but you love me."

"Unfortunately."

"Well then what's the problem?"

"Is saying that you are almost too cliché?"

"There's no such thing as too cliché."

"Dead as a doornail- that is a cliché. Now tell me, have you ever seen a doornail? Does that mean anything to you other than really, really dead?"

"Should it?" Tetsaiga asked.

"That would mean it is too cliché."

"If you say so."

"I do."

"Whatever."

"Are we done now?" Tensaiga asked in exasperation.

"With what?"

"Exactly. I'm going to tell the next part of the story now."

"Do you have to? It's so boring…"

"Do you like your tongue?"

"…yes."

"Then shut up."

"You're so rude," Tetsaiga sulked.

"Oh boo hoo, my heart bleeds for you."

"You don't have a heart," Tetsaiga accused.

"Then I won't have a problem ripping out your tongue, will I?"

"You can't use my own threat on me!"

"I just did," Tensaiga pointed out.

"But that's cheating!"

"How can that be cheating?"

"I don't know, it just is!"

"And now I'm really going to be telling the next part of the story. I think I can actually feel my brain cells dying with the way this conversation is going."

"Serves you right," Tetsaiga said, scowling."

"Just be quiet and listen and I won't kill you."

Chapter 20: And Then Thos Times Where Things Aren't Within Your Grasp Anymore

Stupid people tended to ask stupid questions. Dress them in whatever clothing, train them in whatever profession, feed them whatever you like, but stupid people tend to remain stupid people 'til someone has the decency to put them out of their misery.

The monk and demon slayer fit nicely into this category of people.

"No," I replied coolly, wondering which one would be best to kill first. The demon slayer was well trained, but the monk had that wind tunnel in his hand…it would probably be best to kill the monk first.

There was no chance in hell the demon slayer could best me, after all.

"It's…complicated, to say the least," the monk said, shifting his weight uneasily to his right leg.

I bit my tongue in an effort to restrain myself from ripping his out of his mouth.

"Then uncomplicated it as quickly as you can. I am not going to allow you to worm your way out of this with a flimsy excuse such as that," I snarled threateningly.

The monk flinched.

Good.

He stared me straight in the eye.

Not good.

What was wrong with humans? They used to at least have enough brains to tremble in my presence.

I had a feeling that Naraku had a great deal with desensitizing this generation to demon threats. Put a few mortals on a quest to kill a pathetic half-breed and suddenly they think that they're invincible- capable, even, of defeating a real demon.

Fools.

"We're going to try, but I was just saying-" the monk protested briefly. Then he reconsidered.

Good idea.

Perhaps it didn't take as long as people thought to gain wisdom.

Though I must admit, I had been hoping he would continue. It only took one person to tell a story.

The demon slayer stepped forward a little. My eyes narrowed. Mortals were to keep a suitable distance away at all times.

Things tended to get dumb around them. Dumb and obstinate, in the case of my brother. He was a fool as well for letting the damn humans get to him.

And more of a fool still for not asking me to kill them.

"When I was training to become a demon slayer, I was told by my father about a rare occurrence among demons," she began, now staring quite firmly at the a lovely spot on the floor where I seem to recall a servant cleaning specks of Jaken's brains off because Rin had fed him some small little bomb. Or perhaps it had been the time, after she had dressed him up in ridiculously bright colors and called him a piñata, she had started whacking him relentlessly, claiming it was in order to get some kind of "candy."

It was hard to keep those occurrences straight, as the end result had been more or less the same.

"When two people that were closely related- like brothers, for example- would experience a traumatic situation together that resulted in their blood being mingled together," she continued.

I barely managed to contain my snort. How could anything involving blood be rare in the demon world?

"That hardly sounds like something rare, or important," I informed her.

I had asked for an explanation. Apparently that was hard to differentiate from mindless babble to her.

"I'm not finished," the demon slayer snapped.

I clenched my hand into a fist. How dare she disrespect me like that?

"As I was saying, when the demon's blood would mix it would form a connection between the two demons. They'd become the equivalent of what humans would consider to be soul mates, destined to be together for all eternity."

For all eternity…it sounded like a pathetic human fairy tale.

And there was no demon that would be caught in a "traumatic" situation, especially with a close relative.

Especially not-

Wait.

"But from what I've told, because this occurrence is so rare, that usually the demons don't realize it has happened to them. And because the bond becomes so strong as time passes on, it begins to manifest itself in other ways, if the two demons do not become involved- that is to say, romantically- with one another."

I had to check. She hadn't burned a hole in the floor yet, had she?

I could not understand why this taxed her. This didn't concern her. She hadn't-

I had to know.

"What kind of ways?" I inquired calmly.

As calmly as I could.

"Like the two demons begin to think alike. The less dominant of the two will being to take on traits and opinions of the more dominant one," the demon slayer answered.

I…I wasn't entirely sure what to make of that.

I couldn't be the less dominant one.

There had to be someway I could prove that.

"Inuyasha. Come here," I commanded.

It amused me how utterly puppy like he could look sometimes.

"Inuyasha!" all of that annoying group shrieked simultaneously.

"Let's get out of here!" the wench squawked. My Inuyasha would not be going anywhere, and she would do well to remember one simple fact: as a human, it would be in her best interest to stay way from him.

A new policy was about to come into use.

"Ah, Kagome," the demon slayer said uneasily.

Sudden death.

"Inuyasha will not be going anywhere with you," I said icily.

Those who didn't understand would do best to leave.

"You can't keep him here, you-"

The wench had to be silenced.

There was something I had to prove.

So I kissed him...and I almost think it made me feel...happy-almost. I wasn't human.

"How dare you?" Inuyasha croaked, half-heartedly. "I told you not to do it again."

He didn't mean it.

I allowed myself to smirk a little. It was nice to know that it was still ridiculously easy to read him.

Small comforts, I suppose.

"Again?" the wench gasped.

"Er, I mean how dare he kissed me when we'd had such a nice long run of never kissing before this moment," Inuyasha hurriedly tried to fib.

But his pathetic lie fell on deaf ears. A nice plop had accompanied her gasp.

Humans were such faint hearted creatures.

At least she was quiet now.

"I think we can rest our case," the monk said, sounding a tad bit satisfied.

"Then perhaps you wouldn't mind leaving now," I said coolly. Inuyasha squirmed.

"Perhaps you wouldn't mind letting me go," he snapped quietly.

"I would," I said simply, not loosing my grasp around him.

"We'll take Kagome," the demon slayer said with a nod. The cat transformed and the monk slung the wench over its back like the trash she was. Maybe someone was beginning to understand.

"If when you work things out, you might come and see us," the demon slayer said, sounding hesitant.

"Work what out?" Inuyasha snarled.

It would seem someone was in denial.

"Please," she said, climbing behind the wench.

She had done what was asked of her.

"I'll consider it," I told her seriously. She smiled.

"Thank you."

"But I make no guarantees," I warned her. She and the monk were still human, after all.

"It's good enough for me," The monk offered.

"Work what out?" Inuyasha demanded.

Poor, confused puppy.

Poor confused, loud puppy.

"Ah!"

The wench was awake again.

"Ah!"

And loud.

"Ah!"

And carrying a death sentence on her shoulders.

"Shut up!" Inuyasha barked. I dropped my arms, mildly surprised.

"Inuyasha!" the small fox yipped. "You should be more sensitive to the pain you inflicted upon Kagome!"

"I didn't inflict anything on her!" Inuyasha retorted.

"No," I said dryly. "You were an innocent bystander whom I viciously attacked."

Things had certainly gotten interesting in the past few minutes.

"I was!" But it didn't even look like he believed himself.

We were making progress.

"Inu-Inuyasha," the wench hiccupped, now standing shakily beside the cat. Tears streamed down her face.

Impressive. Unconscious to sobbing in less then ten seconds.

"Inuyasha," she whimpered pitifully. S

he was staining my castle.

I might have to move after this.

The stench of humans might never wash out completely.

"I couldn't even win against Kikyo. If I can't beat myself, how can I even be compared to your brother?" she sobbed.

A few moments passed while crickets serenaded us. Then- "What?" From the looks of everyone else in the hall, everyone was in agreement with Inuyasha.

"I should have known that we wouldn't end up together. It was just a stupid schoolgirl fantasy," the wench sniffled.

Inuyasha looked stunned. I think he was the only one who wasn't aware of the wench's little crush on him. That clueless gene he got from father.

I smirked inwardly at the irony. Finally something I couldn't blame on his human blood.

"I don't want to see you for a while," the wench said, trying to wipe her tears away.

I could have sworn I say Inuyasha mouth, "Fine with me." Perhaps this blood bond had some credibility after all.

"But I want you to be happy. So, so do what makes you happy, and then come back and tell us how things went. After all, you're still my friend, Inuyasha." The wench somehow managed to smile.

That was not the traditional human reaction to things like these.

What kind of people had my brother managed to find?

I was never wrong...still...

"Kagome," Inuyasha said, clearly as stunned, if not more so, than I was.

"Be happy, Inuyasha," she said softly. "Let's go guys."

And they went out the same way they had come.

"What the fuck just happened?" Inuyasha wondered aloud.

That was a good question.

"Inuyasha, we need to talk." We really did.

"About what?"

"Follow me."

"Those words never end well," he muttered.

When had he gotten so cynical?

And how had I not noticed?

Was I changing too?

Dammit. Things were getting out of my control quickly. I didn't like it. So then, the blood bond must be real. The demon slayer wasn't delusional.

And I? I had something to tell my brother.

Author Notes: Thank you all so much for your reviews! The story has now passed the 200th mark- my first story to ever do so! Thank you all so much! However, we will NOT be thanking the Inuyasha series for dragging out this Hojo's ancestor thing for yet another week. Come on, how long can it take to either purify or put together one single sword! Stop stalling and get on with the plot! Nor will we be thanking the Yu Yu Hakusho series for finishing this week- a measly two after the series finale of Fullmetal Alchemist. WHAT AM I SUPPOED TO WATCH! ALL MY ANIMES ARE ENDING! However, we will thank the WB for bringing back Yu-Gi-Oh and one of my friends for (mostly) creating the Theory of Ish (well, the basic premise…-grins- I'm the one who gave it such a stupid name). I'm also the one who wrote this horrific Sesshomaru POV. I admit, I am really disappointed with this chapter, but I honestly don't know who to make it better. So now you're all going to review and tell me what I did wrong so I can write the last Sesshomaru POV well (I really don't want the last chapter to suck). Oh, and I apologize for the Tensaiga Tetsaiga bit at the beginning. It's almost as long as the chapter and so random it becomes hard to follow…ah well. You also want to review and comment on that as well. Honestly, you do.

Kera: Glad you thought so, and here's your update on this beautiful last day of March (finally, it's over –breathes sigh of relief)

Feather-chan: -graciously accepts the "Queen of Randomness" award- I am sorry that last chapter didn't last longer, but when I sat down to right it things kind of got out of control and suddenly Tetsaiga was in the cellar about to each the radish god…and I've decided that I will be ended it will Sesshomaru's POV (well, except that of course the epilogue will be from Shippo's POV). It'd be kind of hard to mix up Sesshomaru and Inuyasha (at least I thought so) with the way I've been portraying them…in somewhat extreme manners. But since it would have really sucked if people had a hard time distinguishing between them, I'm glad you think that I kept them straight well. And yeah, Tensaiga is sort of an insane version of Sesshomaru (though, in the end it's really, I suppose, InuTaisho that both the swords are insane versions of…but hanging by his waist for so long has kind of made Sesshomaru rub off on the poor ex-sword). It seems as though they're replaying the episodes now on Saturday night, so I'm kind of hoping that I'll be able to the episode I missed. Heh, haven't seen that Miroku bit yet, though now I hope I will. And yes, that was the first thing I thought! He was yet another relative from the moth out for revenge (because I seem to recall in a later saga we ran into his brother or cousin or something). Hope this chapter was random enough for you…but I suspect that the beginning bit is enough randomness to last anyone for a lifetime.

InuSessyYaoiGirl: -blinks- Wow. I do have twenty one chapters now. Weird…but thanks. And I promise to work really hard on the last two chapters (since let's face it, the only difference between the two is who's telling it…all the dialogue will be the same…I already have the last line in my head…) Yes! Akitoki and Kagome should get together! Free up Inuyasha! –coughs- not that I don't think Inuyasha and Kagome are good together, but I think she and Akitoki are more suited. And family trees never lie! (please don't be some random Kagome –crosses fingers-) –sobs- One more episode! Tomorrow! …I wore my Yusuke and Hiei shirt today to honor the season finale, that is how much free time I have to ponder these things. Ah well, maybe they'll then replay the entire series so I can see the episode or two I missed.

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