Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha in any way, shape, or form.

This fic is dedicated to Oni-gil, for suggesting this idea to me.

The revision, is just an exploration of my ability to write.

Chapter 1: How it all began...

Deep in the heart of a typical, tranquil, American suburban neighborhood, there lived a peaceful family. The sun shone bright onto the neighborhood, upon the identical houses in neat rows upon sidewalk blocks. Each house was a cream, single story house with a dusty brick colored tiled rooftop. Very few cars were parked on cement driveways or black street asphalt and glinted in the blaring sunlight. A neatly trimmed lawn grew in rectangle green patches with a row of bushes directly under the windows in the front of each house. The family that this story focuses on had their home just like all the other houses. It even had a nice clean pool in the medium sized back yard, just like all the other houses. A specialty in this wonderfully privileged neighborhood. The on thing that set this house apart was that it was exceptionally calm, peaceful, and-

"WHAT THE HECK'S YER PROBLEM?"

quiet. Yes, the most loving, compassionate, well-mannered family one could find in this neighborhood.

"MY PROBLEM IS YOU DORK!"

In fact, while looking at the other houses, one would wonder how this family was so much more caring than the others.

"YOU'RE WAY OVER REACTING!"

Okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerated.

"I'M over reacting!?" demanded a young boy's voice. "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE INTO MY ROOM!"

"WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST GIVE UP, AND TELL ME WHAT YA DID WITH MY GAMEGUY ADVANCED!" retorted the other.

"I DIDN'T TAKE YOUR STUPID MINTENDO!"

Off to the side of the argument taking place in the living room, a tanned man who looked to be about in his thirties sighed and shook his head in disappointment. He ran a clawed hand over the top of his slicked back silver hair, and ran it down the long, silky ponytail in frustration. He felt a slight new weight on his broad, black clothed shoulder, and looked at a pale, clawed hand decorated with slim red lines that went up the wrist. He followed a cream, long sleeved shirt to a pair of naturally narrow golden amber eyes, much like his own. They rested under a pair of delicate eyebrows, and were lined with deep red stripes. A blue, crescent moon rested in the middle of her forehead, making her pale skin and long silvery hair seem even whiter.

"Who started it this time?" the woman's voice asked, fixing the man's bushman eyebrows with her thumbs while he simply stood still, wondering while she still bothered with them. They never stayed anyway.

"Apparently," he sighed, recounting the events as she backed up. "Inu Yasha went into Sesshomaru's room, and now Sesshomaru's mad because Inu Yasha accused him of stealing his "Mentindo" thing."

"That's "Mintendo" honey."

He threw his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry, "Mintendo". Anyway, now those two are battling it out." He said, indicating the two fighting boys with his arm. "I don't know what to do."

"Figures." The woman grit her teeth in frustration. "There is never a peaceful moment here."

"Don't worry, it's healthy that they fight." The man nodded to himself, as though confirming his own statement. "Its means they acknowledge each other."

"THEN WHERE ELSE COULD IT BE!" a loud voice interrupted.

The woman leered at the man a half-foot taller than herself. This was not how she wanted them to 'acknowledge' each other.

"I don't know!" argued the taller boy. "I wouldn't take that stupid thing anyway!"

"It ain't stupid!" the other defended. "Just admit that you stole it!"

"At least the yelling stopped." The man pointed out..

"Alright, that's enough out of you two!" The woman finally said, stepping between the two.

She placed both elegant clawed hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes in a disapproving leer, looking between the two make sure she had their attention.

The taller one inherited the red marking lines above his eyes, and across his wrist. Two slim, purple stripes slid down each side of his pale jaw, very different from the two jagged stripes of his father, but nonetheless taken from him. He let his brushed, slightly bluish, silver hair grow out and free down his back, shining and glimmering against his dark blue shirt, and black pants, ending at his waist. His arms were crossed stubbornly against his chest, and a clawed finger tapped his arm impatiently. His angry, narrow golden eyes, resting under two thin eyebrows, were currently fixed on the woman standing above him, though she knew his anger was not directed at her, so did not snap at him for it.

She looked back to the other boy who was still snarling at the taller brother. He was slightly darker than Sesshomaru and his mother, though not quite as dark as the father. His bright golden orbs were wide and set under thick eyebrows with a sharp arch in the middle. He had no stripes, no natural markings on his skin like the rest of the family, but he did have the signature long, silver hair. Only his was a bit whiter, and was unruly and un-kept at the top. The one thing that was most striking when looking at him was the absence of the hard, pointed ears that graced the face of everyone else. Instead, he had furry, triangular white ears on top of his head, half hidden by the mess that was his hair. He wore a baggy red t-shirt, and light blue jeans, and was also barefoot.

"Tell Sesshomaru t' gimmie back my Game Guy Advanced!" the younger one exclaimed.

"Tell Inu Yasha that I didn't take it!" the other retorted.

"I said knock it off!" the woman repeated.

"But-"

"That's enough Inu Yasha," the woman said sternly. "Your brother said he didn't take it, and your yelling isn't going to prove otherwise."

"But I know he did!" Inu Yasha protested.

"What proof do you have?" the woman asked, her patience already wearing thin.

"Why would I take that stupid thing? I don't even like it." Sesshomaru pointed out.

" 'Cause you hate me!"

"ENOUGH!" a voice thundered.

All eyes immediately turned to the man who had been watching silently.

"This is ridiculous!" the man continued, his airy indifference gone. "You're both going to be turning thirteen next week, you could act a little more mature! Inu Yasha, Sesshomaru didn't steal your Mentindo-"

"Mintendo!"

"Whatever!" he threw his hands up again, in surrender, then looked to his other son imploringly. "Sesshomaru, could you help your brother find it?"

"Forget it, I'll search for it myself." Inu Yasha grumbled.

He turned on his heel and headed down the hall into his room, the tan carpet muffling his stomps. Once he entered his room, he threw the white painted door back in rage. Fortunately for him and the family's sensitive ears, the swinging door created a slight wind, cushioning the door from slamming. Of course it did steal his chance to let out some anger and frustration he felt.

Inu Yasha leaned against the door, glaring at the carpeted ground in anger and not looking up at the room he entered.

'I know Sesshomaru stole it,' he thought savagely, 'And I'm going to make life miserable for him until he confesses.' He thought diabolically.

His angry expression took on a devilish smile as a plan worked itself in his head. His shoulders shook slightly with the chuckle that escaped him. "Heheheh, you're mine now, brother dearest."

And so, the argument is made. If anyone has really good, harmless pranks, suggestions are welcome. (Although I do have quite a few already.)