The Son of Sesshoumaru
By: Shelay_Hill
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, wish I did. I do own Inumaru. He's my little imaginary friend!
Closing his eyes quickly, the young hanyou prepared to be struck down. Instead his father's hand smashed into the table in front of him, shattering it into hundreds of splintered pieces. His father then grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him across the room. His scouting troop had been unsuccessful because of him, he'd made noise and the hanyou they were tracking had spotted them, he was the only one who had gotten away to tell his father the news. Unfortunately, it also meant he was the only one to receive his father's wrath. Closing his eyes again he let out a small whimper, further enraging his father. His father raised his hand and slapped the young hanyou boy. He threw him into a wall and then slapped him again. The boy grimaced and flinched, but not another sound escaped his lips during the beating. He was used to this, he or someone he knew, and sometimes people he'd never even met, enraged his father and then he came home and took it out on his poor hanyou son. Just as his father was about to hit him again his mother walked airily into the room. She looked at her husband and son, took in their situation and walked over to her husband and gently grasped his hand.
"Sesshoumaru, my love, please, please let poor Inumaru be. He is but a hanyou of thirteen and has not yet had enough preparation to go scouting for hanyou's and demons like your brother, Inuyasha. Give him another chance. I'm sure he can prove himself worthy in time. He is only a boy yet, and has, most unfortunately, my human traits. Please don't punish him for being a hanyou, when you do it is like punishing me for being human, when you know I'd do anything to be a demon if it would make you any more happy." the woman pleaded gently, locking her 28 year-old eyes of liquid brown with his golden ones. He gazed at her black hair, the opposite of his own pure white hair. He kissed her gently.
"As you wish, my dear Rin. But I would never punish you for being human, and I would never punish him for being a hanyou. And darling, you make me happy as you are. I would never even dream of changing you, in any way." With that, he walked slowly out of the room, followed by his bride. His son staring after them quietly, wishing he knew how a mere human like his mother played his father's heartstrings as though she were playing a harp.
By: Shelay_Hill
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, wish I did. I do own Inumaru. He's my little imaginary friend!
Closing his eyes quickly, the young hanyou prepared to be struck down. Instead his father's hand smashed into the table in front of him, shattering it into hundreds of splintered pieces. His father then grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him across the room. His scouting troop had been unsuccessful because of him, he'd made noise and the hanyou they were tracking had spotted them, he was the only one who had gotten away to tell his father the news. Unfortunately, it also meant he was the only one to receive his father's wrath. Closing his eyes again he let out a small whimper, further enraging his father. His father raised his hand and slapped the young hanyou boy. He threw him into a wall and then slapped him again. The boy grimaced and flinched, but not another sound escaped his lips during the beating. He was used to this, he or someone he knew, and sometimes people he'd never even met, enraged his father and then he came home and took it out on his poor hanyou son. Just as his father was about to hit him again his mother walked airily into the room. She looked at her husband and son, took in their situation and walked over to her husband and gently grasped his hand.
"Sesshoumaru, my love, please, please let poor Inumaru be. He is but a hanyou of thirteen and has not yet had enough preparation to go scouting for hanyou's and demons like your brother, Inuyasha. Give him another chance. I'm sure he can prove himself worthy in time. He is only a boy yet, and has, most unfortunately, my human traits. Please don't punish him for being a hanyou, when you do it is like punishing me for being human, when you know I'd do anything to be a demon if it would make you any more happy." the woman pleaded gently, locking her 28 year-old eyes of liquid brown with his golden ones. He gazed at her black hair, the opposite of his own pure white hair. He kissed her gently.
"As you wish, my dear Rin. But I would never punish you for being human, and I would never punish him for being a hanyou. And darling, you make me happy as you are. I would never even dream of changing you, in any way." With that, he walked slowly out of the room, followed by his bride. His son staring after them quietly, wishing he knew how a mere human like his mother played his father's heartstrings as though she were playing a harp.