I'll Never Let Go
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
Hi! This is my first Inuyasha fic ever, so I'm sorry if it isn't very good. It's rated PG-13 for a little bit of abuse, so sorry again if the rating isn't right. It's done from the point of view of Inuyasha's mother. It's a one-shot fic so I hope you like it.
I sat in the main room of my new house waiting for my son to get up. After my husband died Inuyasha and I moved into this village. After about five more minutes I sighed and went to go wake him. I walked into his room and saw my son sleeping under a pile of blankets. I smiled.
"Inuyasha," I said, shaking him gently. "Inuyasha!" He groaned and opened one eye. He saw me and opened his other eye.
"'Morning Mother," he yawned sleepily. I pulled him into a hug. "Mother," he complained in a muffled voice, "Mother, you're squishing me." I let go of him and straightened his hair fondly.
"You'd better get dressed," I told him, throwing him a pair of pants, a shirt, and his favorite red kimono. He got the shirt and pants on by himself but needed a little help with the kimono.
"So," I asked him as I put it on for him, "what're you going to do today?" Inuyasha took a deep breath.
"First I'm going to eat breakfast, then I'm going to go play-" Inuyasha kept talking but I let my thoughts wander "And then-"A stone came hurling through our wall and Inuyasha and I both jumped.
"Mother?" he said slowly.
"Yes dear?"
"Why did someone throw a rock at our house?" Inuyasha asked curiously. I finished dressing him and turned him around to face me.
"I-I don't know," I faltered. I knew, but I wasn't about to tell a five- year-old that people were throwing things at him because he was half-demon. A lone tear slid down my cheek, but I brushed it away hoping Inuyasha wouldn't notice. I felt to small arms wrap around my waist.
"Its okay, Mother, we'll fix the hole," Inuyasha said innocently. I broke down. I held Inuyasha to me and started crying. Inuyasha wiped my tears away.
"Mother?"
"I'm being silly," I said, getting rid of the tears Inuyasha had missed. "You must be hungry." Inuyasha nodded enthusiastically. I smiled and got my son some breakfast.
He wolfed down his food and raced outside to play. I sat down and tried not to think about the large hole in my wall. I worked on a new shirt that Inuyasha could wear when he got older to take my mind off it. I decided to quit and go find Inuyasha. I stepped out of the house and looked down the street. I froze in horror as the full impact of what I was seeing hit me.
It was Inuyasha.
He was on the ground with his hands flung up in front of his face. People were throwing things at him, laughing when he screamed or whimpered. They were calling him names I will not repeat here, and were enjoying it.
"Stop it," he was whispering, "stop it, please." One man holding a rod came up to Inuyasha and started beating him with it. Inuyasha cried worse than ever as the man hit him again and again.
"Get out of our village, demon!" The man got ready to deliver a terrible blow, but, coming to my senses, I dove on top of my son. The man hit me but I didn't care. I looked at Inuyasha. His face was red and tear stained. He had cuts and bruises all over his body but a particularly nasty gash above his left eye. He buried himself into me and started sobbing.
"Why are you protecting the demon?" the man with the rod asked, sneering. I lost my temper.
"He is not a demon! He's my son!" I yelled as loud as I could. "You're the demons!" I ranted on, clutching my son to me. The man stared at me with his mouth half open. "You are hurting a poor defenseless little boy! He is five years old," the last sentence faded into a whisper, "he's just a child!"
"Yeah, a child with fangs and claws!" one woman piped up. I glared at her. She was shielding her own children, trying to protect them from Inuyasha. One looked about Inuyasha's age. He looked scared and was holding onto his mother's kimono very tightly. I smiled kindly at him and smiled back. A cry from Inuyasha brought me crashing back down to Earth. The man with the rod had hit Inuyasha across the face. I whimpered. Then I stared at the man with extreme disgust. I gathered Inuyasha up and ran to the house. I threw open the door and stumbled inside. I collapsed on the floor and put Inuyasha in my lap. He couldn't hold it in anymore.
"N-nobody would play with m-me so I was playing with myself," he sobbed into my chest, "Then people started throwing things at me and calling me names and laughing and hitting me and now I hurt and-" I put a finger to his lips and wiped away his tears.
"Don't cry Inuyasha," I cooed gently. Tears still streamed down his face. I held out my hand and Inuyasha put his smaller one in my larger one. I held him close to me and promised I'd never let go.
There's my fic, I hope you like it! Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
Hi! This is my first Inuyasha fic ever, so I'm sorry if it isn't very good. It's rated PG-13 for a little bit of abuse, so sorry again if the rating isn't right. It's done from the point of view of Inuyasha's mother. It's a one-shot fic so I hope you like it.
I sat in the main room of my new house waiting for my son to get up. After my husband died Inuyasha and I moved into this village. After about five more minutes I sighed and went to go wake him. I walked into his room and saw my son sleeping under a pile of blankets. I smiled.
"Inuyasha," I said, shaking him gently. "Inuyasha!" He groaned and opened one eye. He saw me and opened his other eye.
"'Morning Mother," he yawned sleepily. I pulled him into a hug. "Mother," he complained in a muffled voice, "Mother, you're squishing me." I let go of him and straightened his hair fondly.
"You'd better get dressed," I told him, throwing him a pair of pants, a shirt, and his favorite red kimono. He got the shirt and pants on by himself but needed a little help with the kimono.
"So," I asked him as I put it on for him, "what're you going to do today?" Inuyasha took a deep breath.
"First I'm going to eat breakfast, then I'm going to go play-" Inuyasha kept talking but I let my thoughts wander "And then-"A stone came hurling through our wall and Inuyasha and I both jumped.
"Mother?" he said slowly.
"Yes dear?"
"Why did someone throw a rock at our house?" Inuyasha asked curiously. I finished dressing him and turned him around to face me.
"I-I don't know," I faltered. I knew, but I wasn't about to tell a five- year-old that people were throwing things at him because he was half-demon. A lone tear slid down my cheek, but I brushed it away hoping Inuyasha wouldn't notice. I felt to small arms wrap around my waist.
"Its okay, Mother, we'll fix the hole," Inuyasha said innocently. I broke down. I held Inuyasha to me and started crying. Inuyasha wiped my tears away.
"Mother?"
"I'm being silly," I said, getting rid of the tears Inuyasha had missed. "You must be hungry." Inuyasha nodded enthusiastically. I smiled and got my son some breakfast.
He wolfed down his food and raced outside to play. I sat down and tried not to think about the large hole in my wall. I worked on a new shirt that Inuyasha could wear when he got older to take my mind off it. I decided to quit and go find Inuyasha. I stepped out of the house and looked down the street. I froze in horror as the full impact of what I was seeing hit me.
It was Inuyasha.
He was on the ground with his hands flung up in front of his face. People were throwing things at him, laughing when he screamed or whimpered. They were calling him names I will not repeat here, and were enjoying it.
"Stop it," he was whispering, "stop it, please." One man holding a rod came up to Inuyasha and started beating him with it. Inuyasha cried worse than ever as the man hit him again and again.
"Get out of our village, demon!" The man got ready to deliver a terrible blow, but, coming to my senses, I dove on top of my son. The man hit me but I didn't care. I looked at Inuyasha. His face was red and tear stained. He had cuts and bruises all over his body but a particularly nasty gash above his left eye. He buried himself into me and started sobbing.
"Why are you protecting the demon?" the man with the rod asked, sneering. I lost my temper.
"He is not a demon! He's my son!" I yelled as loud as I could. "You're the demons!" I ranted on, clutching my son to me. The man stared at me with his mouth half open. "You are hurting a poor defenseless little boy! He is five years old," the last sentence faded into a whisper, "he's just a child!"
"Yeah, a child with fangs and claws!" one woman piped up. I glared at her. She was shielding her own children, trying to protect them from Inuyasha. One looked about Inuyasha's age. He looked scared and was holding onto his mother's kimono very tightly. I smiled kindly at him and smiled back. A cry from Inuyasha brought me crashing back down to Earth. The man with the rod had hit Inuyasha across the face. I whimpered. Then I stared at the man with extreme disgust. I gathered Inuyasha up and ran to the house. I threw open the door and stumbled inside. I collapsed on the floor and put Inuyasha in my lap. He couldn't hold it in anymore.
"N-nobody would play with m-me so I was playing with myself," he sobbed into my chest, "Then people started throwing things at me and calling me names and laughing and hitting me and now I hurt and-" I put a finger to his lips and wiped away his tears.
"Don't cry Inuyasha," I cooed gently. Tears still streamed down his face. I held out my hand and Inuyasha put his smaller one in my larger one. I held him close to me and promised I'd never let go.
There's my fic, I hope you like it! Please review!