It had to be an illusion, had to be. There was no way that Tetsaiga, which he had coveted for years, was sitting on a rock in the middle of a forest. Not even his idiotic half-brother was fool enough to leave their father’s fang lying around like it was no more than a common tree branch.
Sesshoumaru strode into the clearing and approached the sword, half expecting Inuyasha to blunder in screaming profanities at him. He was disconcerted when none of the imagined happenings transpired.
Reaching a clawed hand out to snatch it, he was interrupted by a rather tiny voice.
“Hey! You leave Tetsaiga alone Sesshoumaru!”