Fate's Game

Author: Simone of the Zordiak <burning_night[at]hotmail.com>

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, it all belongs to other people, but I can still dream, can I?

A seventh drabble in my ever growing menagerie of answers to the challenge: 'what if Xander dressed as something different for Halloween'. Also an answer to my own Tetsusaiga Challenge.

Authors Note: I have given up killing bunnys with bunny-b-gone and am going to write out short drabbles to all the bunnies that have attacked me. Afterwards I hope I will be able to continue my other fic. I might expand on one or the other drabble, but which one remains to be seen.

Most of the time people curse fate, there is nothing there, but bad choices made by themselves. Something they had choosen to do, something that always had consequences.

But, it was fate, that influenced Ethan Ranye to buy a battered old katana from a pawn shop, fate, that made him combine the sword with a silverwhite wig and a combination of red hakama and yukata.

And it was fate that he had no toyguns left when Xander Harris entered the shop to pick his costume.

The sword seemed to quiver and whine when he got close to it. And when he touched it, it felt so right, so at home in his hand, that he simply knew he had to take this costume.

Truly, it was fate, that returned Tetsusaiga to the reincarnated form of his owner this night, when the costumes became reality.

*****

Xander looked in the mirror again, but there where no changes. Not that he had expected it. His ears where still located high on top of his head, his hair still long and silverish white, his body still that of the inu-yukai. He didn't know why he was the only one still locked in the form of his costume, but he speculated that it had something to do with the sword at his side. Tetsusaiga, only he would buy a costume of InuYasha with the real Tetsusaiga. Obviously the sword had influenced Ethan's spell.

Giles was researching the matter, but it looked like he had to get used to his new outlook.

Xander sighed. He was only lucky that the rosary that had been part of the costume had ripped and he had left it, or he would have been bound to the same command as the dogdemon in the anime. He shuddered.

Right now he had enough problems. But at least the situation couldn't get any worse, he'd already his rock bottom.

Someone was knocking at the door and he openend it, expecting it to be Willow. But it wasn't.

In front of him stood a slender, quite youthfull looking man with long white hair and elfin ears. He had two slashmarkings on his checks and a halfmoon on his forehead and his smell was very familar.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, InuYasha?"

"Sesshomaru."

Things had just gotten a lot more complicated.