A Mother's Love

by inuloveskago

They say a mother's love is like nothing else in the world. For Izayoi, becoming a mother to such a precious child is the greatest gift she could have received. A series told in shorts. [Family love - Inuyasha/Izayoi]

"Yoshi, yoshi, my little treasure, you are all right now."

Sleeves enveloped him while tender hands kept him close to a warm body. His face nuzzled toward the comforting scent that had been with him since birth, the remnants of tears that had stung his eyes leaving wet trail marks upon her expensive kimono's.

But she cared not - lowering her head so that her lips would touch upon skin and grant him a rare kiss to the brow. He could tear a very seam in it and she would merely sooth him until he calmed.

For what fault would the child have? He, who was so innocent and knew nothing of the evils of the world - whom acted upon instinct and wished to just feel his mother's love.

Izayoi, for all the hate she knew he would receive in life, gave him all the love she could.

"Was your dream troubling?" She inquired, though he could not answer.

He had calmed some, clung to her and allowed taut muscles to relax - welcoming exhaustion but refusing to sleep just yet as shown by how he continued to fidget and fight it off.

It made her smile.

"It is still early. The doves have yet to cry. You should dream with them."

And she began her song - so low that she knew it would be but a whisper to him. A song of love that transcended kilometers, lifetimes and even time - a poem she had heard in her youth that she had felt would go well with a koto.

She sang it and paced about their little room, kept him close and used her free hand to smooth the stray hairs from his eyes. It was a small battle, having to repeat the melody thrice, but his flailing slowed, breath more even (though he would give quick quivers before settling once more.)

And her heart burst with love for the bundle in her arms. He was so precious to her, the last remains of her anata (sans the red robe he had left which currently wrapped him like a blanket). She knew long ago - since she saw the little one's face for the first time - that she would do anything to keep him safe.

She would do anything for him.

For he had been born of a unity of love, a reminder of shared feelings with someone whom had made her heart burst.

He was his child.
Her child.

Their child.

And for that - she loved him.