The Way of a Mother
A One-Shot by Tifa Tyndal
Disclaimer: Hn, well come to think of it... no. I don't think I own Inuyasha. I imagine that if I did I wouldn't be writing this.
Summery: It all came naturally, she supposed.
Spoiler Warning: Yikes, I actually need to give you an episode number. Ugh, it'd be best if you've seen episode 165. Wince. So sorry. It'd actually be better if you have finished watching the TV series but those last two episodes aren't that necessary in order to read this. Basically once you've seen 165: 'Ultimate Key to defeating Naraku' you're safe. This has got to be the farthest-into-the-story piece I've ever written... sorry to all who haven't seen this far.
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It came natural she supposed, holding a baby that is. It wasn't like anyone told her how to hold one, nor to make sure to support the head. She was simply expected to know. And somehow, she did. She knew to hold the child close when the wind blew and knew to loosen the blanket when the weather turned warm. She knew how to wrap and fold the blanket just so: secure but not suffocating.
Though her care of the child was limited she still understood how to care for the baby so that the tiny being was as comfortable as possible. She learned how to comb the hair in such a way that it didn't hinder his delicate vision and how to walk smoothly as not to jolt him while he slept. These little things, she supposed, are what really mattered most.
One day as she held him she carefully, she curiously placed her small hand over his tiny chest. She felt the tiny 'thump-thump' of his heart. She was once again reminded about how short this child's life would be; for many were out to kill him and the amount was increasing constantly. Yes, this tiny child she had been entrusted with would die soon.
Sometimes the child would be taken out of her grasp and entrusted to someone else for a while. At those times, even though she held other things, she felt more empty than usual. Not that she missed the child itself but she missed holding him to herself. There was a certain satisfaction with knowing that someone trusted her enough so that she was given this opportunity to hold this special life in her arms. She'd never felt love before but what she felt for the tiny baby was probably the closest thing there was to it for her. She wanted to be near him; at least when he was sleeping.
So, Kanna hugged Naraku's heart close, as a mother would, while time permitted.
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THE END
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So... here it is! This story is referring to the fact the Kanna holds the baby Naraku most of the time. I came up with the idea around 1:00 in the morning... maybe that's why it's so strange. Anywho, it's amazing what inspiration can do to you... make you write something like this. 'Tis was fun to write! I hope it was fun to read! -The Author