DisclaimerI don't own InuYasha, yada yada, my ideas, yada yada, don't steal, piracy is poor manners

For Japanese translations glossary and punctuation glossary, see my stories. Both shall be titled as so.

Author's noteWhen Kiita's born, Rin's like 12 years old.

PSSesshomaru's fluff is NOT a tail. If you pay any attention to the shows/books you'd know this. Also, InuYasha cannot fly. The only reason I'm saying this is I actually read a fanfic where someone wrote he was flying. He doesn't fly, he just jumps really high.

To be Taught

By OkamiChan

Sesshomaru stood patiently in his quarters, waiting for the midwife to retrieve him. He sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"Father, was this your anticipation with my mother, when I was being born?" Sesshomaru scoffed and looked to the floor, shaking his head.

"I'm talking to a dead man."

He had long ago been able to retrieve his left arm from his dear father's grave and have it held in place. Now, he crossed his arms and sighed again. His wolf-demon lover had been deathly ill lately, and he was unsure of how long she'd last after the baby was born, if the it was born at all. Just then, the midwife rushed in.

"Lord, ye must hurry. The mistress, she's not farin' well, me Lord."

Sesshomaru nodded in understanding and followed the maid back to the birthing room. He heard the blissful sound of a baby's cry and pulled back the curtains. The pale wolf-demoness looked at him and gave a labored smile. Sesshomaru saw it was taking all her effort to give him this simple gesture of affection. She held up a wailing bundle in a sapphire-blue cloth up to Sesshomaru. He knelt down and gently took it.

"It's a girl." she smiled,"K-kiita - that's her name."

Sesshomaru nodded and reached down his hand, rubbing his lover's cheek. He stayed like that until her heavy breathing eventually stopped. Then he stood and brushed past the crimson curtains. The midwife stood outside the room, waiting for news of the mother's condition. Sesshomaru faced her.

"Your services are no longer required."

The maid stuttered, "But the maiden, she -"

"She is dead. A proper service shall be held. You may attend if you desire." Sesshomaru waved his hand and dismissed her. Then he turned his attention to the now sleeping bundle in his arms. He swept a shiny silver strand of hair from her forehead with his hand. Lifting her up, he brushed a kiss there. Removing the blanket from her head, Sesshomaru saw the white dog-ears.

"Like InuYasha," he mumbled. He gave a half-hearted smile, then turned and walked back to his room, holding Kiita close.

Three days later, the service was held. The mid-wife attended with a small amount of Sesshomaru's servants, including Rin and Jaken. Sesshomaru himself did not come, but rather busied himself with Kiita. She was quite a handful. Like her ears, it turned out Kiita had a white wolf's tail. Her eyes were the color of her mother's and father's combined. Gold and blue. The colors weren't mixed, but they couldn't be distinguished from each other. Sesshomaru sat by her in his courtyard. They sat by the koi pond. Kiita splashed her little hands in it while Sesshomaru held her, making sure she didn't fall in. Then Kiita looked up at her father, smiling and cooing. Sesshomaru felt his heart clench. Her likeness to his brother was unmistakable. But, she also had her own, childish beauty.

Kiita waved her hands at Sesshomaru. He picked her up and stood, walking back to his castle.