Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha.


My son

A beautiful being whose appearance is an abomination

He's looked at as a monster, something hideous and disgraceful.

Everyone rather see him as curse, not the blessing he is

A child born like any other, but will be an outcast

The blood of his father makes him so.

Feared. Despised. Hated. Misunderstood.

His life will be difficult

More so than the other children

He's already treated so unfairly

As time goes by it will only get worse.

Cruel words whispered about him

Icy glares always sent his way

Fingers always pointed when he comes around

Mocking him because of what he is amongst themselves.

Dread. Chaos. Confusion. Viciousness.