Crack-drabble inspired by a comment by Manonlechat on my LJ. "Bull-crap."
Enjoy!
-Ash
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"You must be fucking kidding." Golden eyes narrowed, thin slits of indignant rage and barely suppressed disgust.
Totosai's gleeful giggle echoed through the acrid cavern, his child-like eyes gleaming with mirth. "Not at all, my boy!" He clapped a hand on the hanyou's stiff shoulder and gestured expansively towards the innermost sanctum of the cave. "Did you know? Cows have six stomachs." The old swordmaster nodded his balding head sagely, as if that explained everything in crystalline clarity.
Inuyasha eyed the contents of the cave and glared. "How fucking long have you had that damned…thing?"
Totosai's oversized eyes blanked, intent on thoughts that had long ago escaped him. "Wha? Oh, only a few days." He waved a hand, dismissing the fact as irrelevant.
Inuyasha glanced uncertainly from Totosai to the cave and back again and sighed heavily, drawing the old man's attention once again.
"If I do this, you'll fix Tetsusaiga, right? You won't forget, old man?"
"Of course not. I don't forget things, pup." His pride wounded, the old man wandered away, muttering to himself.
Muttering of a more irritated sort came from the hanyou, who was rolling up his sleeves and inspecting the small wooden shovel that Totosai had provided. "Oh, no. Not at all. Stupid of me, really. Of course you never forget anything. Fuck."
Looking around again, he winced, briefly considering his bare feet and the muck that was thick on the cavern floor. And the walls. And the furniture.
"Who the hell could forget a few hundred years of bull-shit?"