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.

"Hey, look! A green leaf!" Tensaiga shouted.

"And since we live in a forest that shocks you in what way?"

"…isn't it fall?"

"No."

"Oh. Never mind then. Look- a bush!"

"Get off my bed."

"No! Not until I read you yet another bedtime story," Tensaiga said solemnly.

"All right, how much money do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

"How much do I have to pay you to shut up?" Tetsaiga snapped.

"I don't want any money- I just want your love!" Tensaiga protested.

"$500 enough?"

"I said I don't want-"

"$1000 is my final offer."

"Sold to the handsome gentleman attempting to go to sleep."

"Now take you money like a good little lunatic and go amuse yourself."

"Okay," Tensaiga chirped, bouncing off.

"Finally some piece and quiet," Tetsaiga sighed happily.

"Fukai fukai mori no oku ni ima mo kitto!"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT SINGING SOMETHING YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Tetsaiga roared.

"But I'm bored!" Tensaiga wailed up the stairs.

"Oh please let him die," Tetsaiga begged, shoving his pillow over his head.

"Okizari ni shita kokoro kakushite'ru yo!"

"Why me?" Tetsaiga moaned.

Chapter 3: And to Try Something New

I, Sesshomaru, did not look fondly upon my so called childhood. There were no memories I cherished, no happy stories I told to people I met. I was heir to a demon kingdom.

Different rules applied than to petty human children.

I did recall once when I was very young my father took me out of the castle and brought me to this lake for no apparent reason.

At least no apparent reason until he began to speak.

"I'm sorry, son," he said, looking down at me. "It was my fault that your mother left."

I simply stood there, not really understanding what he was saying.

"But I want you to know that I'll never leave you."

Then I was simply amazed that he had taken the time to see me, in my young mind it seemed as though he was always gone.

Now I couldn't remember my mother at all. Quite frankly it didn't bother me in the least.

But now I could also chalk up liar as another of my father's wonderful qualities.

This half breed was the ultimate expression of my father's disgrace. I hated him for what he stood for. I hated him for being the last thing my father was thinking about.

I hated the idea of him.

Yet I didn't actually hate him.

I'd never understood what worry was. I'd heard the servants talking about it, how they were worried that the master would not return.

I had never taken the time to care one way or another and couldn't pity them when their fear came to pass.

But when the half breed seemed to pass out in my arms, I felt a curious sensation inside. And I wondered: was this what worry felt like?

"Half breed," I snapped. "Half breed wake up."

Nothing happened.

I shook him.

He just shifted positions a little.

The feeling inside seemed to grow stronger.

It was…unpleasant.

I was beginning to see why the servants had always looked so distressed when blathering about how they were worried.

"Half breed," I said once more, not holding much hope that it would rouse him.

I was right.

So I stood there in the forest for a moment, holding and unconscious half demon in my arms, still bleeding sluggishly, and feeling almost sick to my stomach.

And while the green toad demon flashed in the corner of my eye, a glass bowl over his head, filled with what seemed to be flesh eating fish and that little girl stood there laughing, I made the decision to return to the castle.

Once delusions began following you everywhere, there really was no hope.

It seemed to take much less time to return to the castle than it had been leaving it.

And all of a sudden birds were chirping in the trees, insects flying and making annoying buzzing noises, a variety of other animals venturing out, finding food, lodging, and I resolved to come back and exterminate them all.

It was my forest and no creatures were going to defile it.

Still I wondered how I had missed them the first time. It wasn't as though they were exceptionally quiet.

It was most unsettling to ponder.

There was a pack of servants waiting for me at the door.

"Lord Sesshomaru!" they cried, pretending as though each and every one of them had no thought in their minds than my well being.

I wouldn't have been surprised if they all held a vial of poison, or a dagger.

But there wasn't time to deal with them properly. They, too, would have to be punished later.

"What is wrong with him?" I asked, shoving the half breed at one of the women.

"Who is this, milord?" the woman asked politely.

"None of your concern," I growled. "Now tell me what is wrong with him."

She, especially, would have to be taken care of.

It seemed I had been too lax in my discipline of this pathetic lot.

That would soon change.

But I had to focus.

"Well, Lord Sesshomaru," the woman said hesitantly.

Good. Perhaps she was beginning to realize her position.

"It would seem to me, besides his rather obvious wounds that need to be bound, he's simply asleep."

Asleep?

"Are you sure?" I demanded. If she was lying…

"Yes, milord," she said humbly.

Asleep. He was just asleep.

"Give him back," I commanded.

She was not worthy to hold him any longer.

"But milord," the woman protested foolishly. "Allow me to tend to his cuts."

"I will take care of him," I hissed icily. "And you will hand him back over to me."

She winced at my tone, and the rest of the servants flinched as well. I could smell the fear rolling of them in waves.

And in a matter of seconds I found the little half demon back in my arms again.

He stretched his arms a little bit and then clutched to my top.

"Aw," one of the servants spouted off disgustingly.

I glared.

She backed away slightly.

"None of you are to mention that he is here," I instructed.

"But, milord we don't know who he is!" one of the men protested.

"And it will stay that way," I hissed, entering into the castle.

There were wounds to tend to. Both mine and his.

But mine would not heal so quickly as his.

I only hope we had the time together.

Author's Notes: Thank you so much for all of your reviews! And yes, I apologize (once again) for the length. But this time I even get to seriously apologize for posting it up late. BUT- this time I even have an excuse. Please, try not to seem too shocked. I was studying for my finals- am still studying for my finals- which I'm in the middle of. I know, I was shocked myself. –sighs- Finals really aren't fair to us with memory spans of a goldfish. …what was I talking about? –grins- Anyway, I don't know about any of you, but I felt rather cheated this week with Inuyasha. We saw Rin and Jaken, we saw Kagura with Rin and Jaken, we may even have to deal with Kikyo again, but no Sesshomaru. Disappointing. So, with a heavy heart, I go off to study history with every intention of not ruining my fourth quarter average anymore than I already have. So please, take pity and review!

Blahsblah2001: Hopefully this Sesshomaru chapter was better, too. But on the bright side, at least people seemed to be leaning toward the idea that Inuyasha was cute and I was not illiterate. The short review was fine, believe me I understand stupid computers.

InuSessyYaoiGirl: -grins- Who knows? I may decide to spill their deep darks secrets, like the time Sesshomaru got his hair stuck in a beehive…we'll see how things go. Well, they're dead but their story definitely lives on…let's just hope it evolve into a worthwhile plot, shall we?

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