(Warnings: Future lemon, technical incest, and swearing. It's Inuyasha, what do you expect.)
Inukero's P.O.V.
The chilled winter's breeze swept across the freshly fallen snow as my black boots lightly crunched the icy pathway. In my arms was a boy no older than 7, eye closed gently and head lain against my shoulder. "We shall arrive soon, my son," I whispered gently as my warm breath turned into fog in the freezing temperature. I knew that, biologically, he wasn't my son, but with the recent passing of his mother I was the only option. His father died on the day of his birth, his step-mother was a cruel woman, and his half-brother would have killed him if he had the chance. I violent gust of wind disturbed the sleeping, causing him to bury his face into the nape of my neck.
"Mama its cold," he whimpered out as his puppy ears dropped against his head. I kissed his temple as I draped my arm further over him, causing the long sleeve of my kimono to cover him.
"I know, just a little farther darling." A loud crunch of snow made by a pair of boots similar to mine, but the owner was much more of a threat. The familiar strong demonic aura made my inner yōkai whimper in submission, and my fangs to be bared, in fear of the danger the child in my arms was now placed in. "Sesshomaru-sama."
"Submissive," a snarl made its way past my pale lips at the old, hated title. His piercing, cold golden eyes burned into my back, making the young boy in my arms tremble. "Why are you carrying that filthy hanyō?"
My head turned half way around so my red iris was visible, along with the markings of the inu yōkai on the right side of my face. "If you mean my son, then I am taking him home," I began walking again with my short hair being ruffled by the winter wind. The fur lying on my left shoulder was now being clutched, with trembling hands, by the small boy.
"This Sesshomaru's mate shall not mother a lowly hanyō." He growled out in a threatening tone as the gusts of wind grew more frequent and violent. My inner yōkai yearned to listen to my dominant, but in my heart I knew. If I abandoned this helpless child, he wouldn't survive on his own, let alone in the freezing temperatures of winter's cruel season. My steps became further apart in an attempt to put distance between the imminent danger and the shaking child.
"I am no one's mate, especially yours," with the next strong force of wind I leaped gracefully into the air and began to quickly glide across the frosty air at a fast pace. The need to protect my son was becoming more prominent the longer I stayed closer to his brother. Yes, the child I was going to raise is Inuyasha, Sesshomaru's hanyō half-brother. The feeling of impending hardship was thick enough to slice with my sword. The journey would be long and hard, but would it be worth it?
