A/N – This story was nominated for Best Drama in the IY 2nd Quarter Fan Guild awards! (hugs herself gleefully and does a little dance) Ahem.
This little bit is extremely short; I like to think of it as concise.
Disclaimer – I don't own Inuyasha or Sesshoumaru. I'm making no profit from this. Don't sue.
IV – Hunting Lessons
"Sesshoumaru!" Inuyasha called, bounding gleefully up to him, baby teeth bared in fierce, feral joy. "See – I caught one."
Dangling from the young hanyou's hand was a torn and mangled field mouse. Sesshoumaru eyed it in some distaste. "And how long did it take you?"
"Half an hour." Inuyasha's ears drooped. "I tried really hard –" he stared at his elder brother. "I did everything you taught me."
"Hnn. Practice more, then."
Undisturbed by Sesshoumaru's lukewarm response, Inuyasha happily turned to go back to the meadow, where he no doubt intended more mayhem against the hapless inhabitants. Sesshoumaru watched him impassively, noting with displeasure that he had forgotten the dead field mouse.
With one casual flick of his wrist, he incinerated it.