Disclaimer: And no, I still have not magically become Rumiko Takahashi. And no, I don't own any of the one liners from any and all songs Tensaiga may randomly sing.

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout," Tensaiga sang.

"…have you been sniffing white out again?"

"Nail polish remover, actually," Tensaiga corrected cheerfully.

"Great."

"Girl you're my angel, you're my darling angel," Tensaiga switched tunes.

"I'm sorry; did I grow breasts and not notice?"

"I've been cheating on you," Tensaiga said solemnly.

"And her name is?" Tetsaiga inquired disinterestedly.

"Betty Lou Hoo."

"Right. Well tell me how that relationship works out."

"I feel you should care more. I could be leaving you!" Tensaiga whined.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Hoo," Tetsaiga said dryly.

"Can I say whatever I want then?" Tensaiga asked eagerly.

"No."

"But you just said-"

"Nothing. I said nothing. You're hearing things again," Tetsaiga insisted.

"I am not! They said that the medicine should be working by now!" Tensaiga argued.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed."

"No! You must read something out of Inuyasha's journal now!"

"No, I really don't," Tetsaiga corrected.

"But I can't do as good an Inuyasha impression as you!"

"And while we're all depressed by this fact immensely, we might get over it," Tetsaiga said, rolling his eyes.

"I won't!"

"And yet, we don't care."

"Who's we? I thought you were getting help for those voices of yours," Tensaiga commented.

"The royal we, stupid."

"You're not royal."

"…I'm going to bed."

"Then I'll sit and read you a story to help you sleep," Tensaiga said brightly.

"Reading Inuyasha's journal in a bad imitation voice is not a bedtime story."

"It is if I say it is," Tensaiga said stubbornly.

"I'll be wearing earplugs," Tetsaiga warned.

"Then I'll simply have to jump on you to get the Morse code across."

"So why is it that the idea of my sleeping upsets you so?" Tetsaiga inquired.

"…I don't like being alone."

"Then come to bed with me," Tetsaiga said, exasperated.

"But I wanna read the journals!"

"Good night."

"Fine. I'll go read them by myself."

"Fine by me."

"…"

"…"

"Wait up!"

"Pathetic."

"Shut up. I still intend to read you a bedtime story."

"I'd like to see you try."

So stupid. "Write a journal to practice your penmanship," mom says. I ain't got nothin' to write about.

This is so stupid.

Write about your feelings, she says. Do I look like a touchy feeling girl to her? Do I look like I wanna prance around in the flowers blabbing about how sad I felt when I couldn't get that dress I wanted!

Oh yeah, I've heard those stupid girls from the village talking.

This is stupid. I don't see the point. My penmanship's fine. 'Sides, it ain't like I'm gonna need it in life anyway.

This is boring. I wanna go outside'n play.

'Cept, of course, mom would yell at me. She thinks this is important.

I dunno why.

Write about your memories, she says.

Why would I wanna do that? I don't even like remembering them in my head? Why would I want to leave them lying 'round for everyone else to read?

But I'm thinking that 'less I write something, I'm gonna be sitting here 'til I die. Mom seemed to be serious about that.

Fine then.

Might as well start from the beginning I 'spose.

Well, not the beginning. I don't remember when I was born.

But I 'spect that was sort of a given.

Who knows? Whoever's reading this could be really stupid.

Like this whole journal assignment.

Not like me. I'm a smart. Which means not stupid.

Chapter 2: But a Pain to Consider

Don't really remember why, but I wandered away from the village. I think I was being teased.

Not that I'm bothered by being teased, or nothin'.

I'm not weak like that.

Anyway, all I know is that I left the village and went into the woods. And I saw a couple of flowers and I stopped- not that I pick flowers a lot. Really. Just sometimes for my mom. 'Cause she's nice and everything.

So I stopped to get the flowers for mom and I felt something wet on my head and I looked up and there was a disgusting spider demon thing right above me in the tree.

For a moment it almost reminded me of a dream I'd had of a toad demon being dragged across a bed of nails and then poured peanut butter over to attract the rabid squirrels nearby by a little girl.

Now I didn't scream or nothin' 'cause I'm not a scared girl.

I woulda fought it. But see, I remembered mom telling me not to fight 'cause it wasn't good manners or somethin' like that, so I tried to leave.

And then the nasty demon dropped out of the tree.

I didn't scream.

It only hurt a little.

I'm not weak.

But I didn't wanna kill it, 'cause other than its bad habit of attacking me it seemed like a nice demon, and I had better thing to do.

So I left.

I didn't run away.

'Cause I wasn't scared.

So why would I run?

But even though I left the demon really wanted to, well, kill me. Maybe eat me. I don't really know.

But it kinda followed me.

So I kind of left faster.

And as I left faster after a little while, I started to notice that I might not have…known where I was.

Not that I was lost.

I didn't get lost.

And since I wasn't running how could I get lost anyway? Right?

And then I saw something ahead of me, and that stupid demon was getting kind of close, and I really didn't want to get eaten-

Not that I was worried-

But since I liked my head where it was and I think all that blood loss was makin' my head kind of woozy, I jumped forward to whatever was in front of me.

Which wasn't stupid at all. Because there was no chance that it was something else that wanted to kill me too, obviously.

"Get off, wretch," the thing commanded. It didn't really sound like it wanted to eat me.

I considered that a plus.

And I was comfortable.

"Get off," it said a little bit louder.

My bet was on personal space issues.

Didn't really care. I wasn't gonna move.

"Which part of get off was difficult for you to comprehend?" it snapped at me.

Since it sounded less like it wanted to kick my head off my shoulders and more like it wasn't sure what to make of me, I felt fine relaxing a little.

"Ah. You're a half-breed. That explains some things…"

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.

Not that I'm childish or anything.

"There you are," the nasty demon called out.

So it could climb in straight line.

More than I figured it could.

"Get out of here," the new thing warned the nasty demon.

Did he wanna…did he wanna help me?

So I looked up at him.

And he looked a bit like me.

I remembered mom telling me something about having an older brother. I never though I'd find him, though.

Not that I was lookin' for me or nothin'.

I didn't care.

But then he killed the nasty demon.

That wasn't very nice.

But…better it than me.

And he did it so fast.

My brother was cool.

"Would you stop whimpering? You're not that badly injured."

I wasn't whimpering.

I didn't whimper.

But the nasty demon's head was right over there.

It was kind a gross.

So I jumped up onto my brother's arm.

He was hurt a little bit, too. It had been a nasty demon. Served it right.

"What is it you want?" brother asked me, putting his other arm around me like mom did sometimes.

I…

I kinda wanted…

"Home."

He looked confused.

I think I liked him.

"I don't know where you live," he told me.

He was a bit silly.

Mom always said I had another home where my brother lived. My dad's place.

Not that I had thought 'bout it.

Ah well…I was sleepy. He could figure it out…

Author's Notes: Thank you for all the reviews, they're greatly appreciated! –yawns- So tired…so much rain…so much heat…But less than two weeks of school and then I can be past finals and back to writing more fanfiction. Again, I apologize about the length. So, what do you guys think of little Inuyasha? He's about five or six while he's writing this journal- as opposed to Sesshomaru's who's journals are written more or less the day things occur. And for anyone who didn't quite catch it in the Tensaiga/Tetsaiga bit, Betty Lou Hoo- think How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Those Hoos. Anyway, I had a great time at Anime Boston (not that I'm betting any of you actually care, but still. I did get Ed's voice's autograph- I'm not even going to try and spell his last name…- and so I felt I should mention it). And I talk about wanting to see Inuyasha next week, but I don't remember the previews. Ah well. So, now you'll review right? Even if it's just to tell me to stop rambling so much in the authors notes.

InuSessyYaoiGirl: Yep, it's their diaries, since I still wanted to have Shippo do the prologue and epilogue and I'd already killed them off, so it was the only way that would work. And of course, torturing Jaken never grows old….I hope. –grins- I suppose we'll have to see what people are saying about it by the end of this story.

Blahsblah2001: I kind of had baby Inu from movie three in mind when I was writing it. He was an adorable baby (or at least I thought). Thanks for pointing out that POV problem, though, I'll try to keep things straight harder. Hopefully it was easier to tell who was talking this chapter.

Some people jump on their bed and collapse them. Some peoples' beds collapse and then they drop them on their fingers. Those people should keep a few ice packs in the house.