Disclaimer: All rights for Inuyasha are reserved by the brilliant and wonderful Rumiko Takahashi.
Genre: Humor, Family
Rating: K+
Warnings: Beware of shopping momma's! ;)
Summary: Souta is ever the dutiful son.
Todays Star's are Momma Higurashi, and her son Souta.
Another's Treasure.
The Matron of the Higurashi shine, and house hold, is a frugal woman.
As such it comes to stand, that she loves bargains!
Which is how the ten year old "Man of the house" found himself bundled up to his ears in the cold at his mothers side. Sighing in resignation, Souta dutifully followed after his excited mother, dragging their already staggering supply of odds and ends.
What exactly did she plan to do with all of this junk?
Pausing as she shifted though the stall's bin, the boy furrowed his brows as she added several skeins of yarn, what looked to be a very misfortunate alarm clock, and some odd unidentifiable object.
The Yarn, he understood; after all Momma knitted the families winter wear. He could possibly not question the clock either, for the sheer amount of electronics his grandpa attacked claiming possession was rather frightening. However, Souta felt that odd mutated objects were crossing some invisible line. So he decided to speak up.
"Momma, why exactly do we need some of this stuff? Most of its Junk!"
She turned her warm brown eyes down to him and patted his head while giggling "Never underestimate the power of bargain shopping. After all the saying goes 'One mans trash, is another mans treasure!'" so saying she gave a secretive smile and a conspiratorial wink before flitting off to the next bin.
Shaking his head with a sigh, Souta trailed after her dutifully, deciding that some things were better left unquestioned.
FIN
For documention sake this was origionally posted and written for the live journal community Inuyasha Fic's Drabble Week, on March 4th, 2012.
The prompt was One Man's Trash, with a word limit between 100-250 words, this piece stands at 250 words exactly.
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