It's hard to believe that a cold, expressionless, all together scary demon could start out on the best foot in life and still turn out the way he did. Where did his parents go wrong? Was it his fault, or is there someone else to blame? Did some tragic event change his life forever? Sesshomaru's life is now at hand…

I really hope this is somewhat interesting and I would really appreciate reviews. So here we go…

The cry of a newborn infant tore through the tense night air surrounding the large castle in which a dog demon paced the corridors, suddenly stopping as the sound echoed towards him. His body quivered in barely restrained excitement and he rushed through the halls to the door the sound had come from; his heart was racing, his fingers were nervously tapping against each other, he hadn't realized it but he had been holding his breath until he let out a long sigh when the door slid open to reveal an old female dog demon, her eyes shinning warmly with welcoming as she ushered her lord in.

He said nothing to the kindly old demon but instead slowly made his way across the space between the door and the bed pushed up against the wall, his silver haired mate sitting on the bed with a bundle of blankets in her arms. The dog demon lord anxiously watched as her golden eyes met his and she smiled weakly, probably exhausted from the five hours she had been in labor with their first child.

"He's gorgeous," she said with another small smile as she tilted the blanket up to show the little dog demon nestled in the safety and warmth of the blanket, his eyes shut but it was clear what color they would be. The dog demon lord froze, his heart beating madly in his chest as those little eyelids lifted to show magnificent golden eyes staring back at him; he could have sworn he was looking into a mirror of a smaller version of himself, except for the crescent moon adorning his forehead that he had inherited from his mother. The stripes on the side of his cheeks, instead of jagged and blue like his father's were a deep crimson red and were perfectly straight; he had the same triangular face a his father too, the same eyes, the same facial expression, the same silver hair, the same…everything.

"Take your son," Lord Inutaisho blinked at his mate, her eyes lighting up with amusement at his fearful look but she encouraged him enough and eventually he brought his arms out to cradle the babe. The little dog demon looked up at his father, his eyes wide and searching, and an automatic smile flowed across the dog demon lord's face. "Do you need anything, m'lady?" Inutaisho hardly heard the servant girl ask his mate and he didn't hear what his mate had responded, he was solely concentrated on his son as he wandered away from the bed to start walking around the room, calming the child until he closed his eyes.

Inutaisho grinned softly and ran a clawed finger down his sons face and was mildly surprised when the pup latched on to his finger with a strong grip. The baby shook it back and forth, inspected it meticulously, even jerked it back when his father tried to take it out of his grasp; Inutaisho couldn't hold it in any longer and gave a soft laugh. "Did you hear me?" he turned around and was met with the slightly smiling face of his mate, knowing he hadn't paid attention to what she had been saying and slowly returning back to her side. He hesitantly gave back his son and leaned over his mate to place a tender kiss on her head to which she lifted to his lips.

"I asked you what we should name him," she said when she broke the kiss and stared down at the pup in her arms beginning to curl his little body towards her for warmth as he slept. "I suppose we should have thought of something before he came," his mate ran her finger through her sons perfect silver hair, the same as both his parents, and smiled lightly up at her husband.

"I've thought of something, but only if you have not thought of anything to name him." He sighed deeply in thought and brushed a strand of hair away from his mate's face.

"Alright then, what did you have?" she rocked her son back and forth to help him sleep and kissed his forehead directly on the crescent moon, making him wrinkle his brow irritably. "Sesshomaru," Inutaisho looked down at her in surprise the looked at his son, his peaceful face and even breathing indicating to his serene sleep, and wondered how such a perfect being could live up to that name. "Sesshomaru," he repeated as he touched his sons face with his claw.

"Sesshomaru."

A/N Sesshomaru means 'the destruction of life'

I'm not exactly clear on the whole meaning if you split his name up but I do know what it means

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