A Promise to Protect
He was there when she first went into labor, in the bathroom getting ready for her graduation from college, and he was there standing on the almost completely closed off balcony of the hospital room when she gave birth to them. In fact he was there for everything; their first day of preschool and kindergarten, the day their mom got her first and finest job, the nights their mom would call a babysitter only to come back about four hours later, go to her room and cry because, as she said, "no one understands her. No one understood her life and her children and the love she could feel around her everyday coming from someone, but she couldn't tell who it was."
Yes, he was there for everything and while watching the years go past and the children grow older, but the mom only aging slightly (if anything) his heart grew bigger and bigger for them.
"Hey, you coming home soon?" He heard a voice say over his cellphone as he watched intently high up in a tree the children play with their mother.
He sighed because he really didn't want to go back to his crummy apartment, but he knew that he should be soon. "Yeah, I guess so Miroku. I just don't want to leave them yet that is all."
"Yasha, how about you just come home and them go back once she is putting them to bed?" The man named Miroku asked.
He had to agree, it sounded like a good idea. That way he could protect them when their guard was down. "Yeah, ok…I'll be there in a bit."
InuYasha stood up on the branch from his crouched position. He was wearing his usual black t-shirt and jeans that made his extraordinary silver hair stand out along with his white fuzzy dog-ears. His bright golden eyes shown through the branches as he finally gave one last sigh, a longing look and then jumped off into the night.