And so it starts…

A/N: I posted a thing earlier, imagining Inuyasha skirting around the forest with his son in a baby sling, and I just can't get the idea out of my head. But I chickened out and wrote the part before the main part, so maybe I'll gather the courage to finish it. I like the idea of seeing things pseudo through their son's perspective so I'm trying it out. Not sure if I'll be keeping it for the next part. We'll see. Hope you enjoy this 546 word pre-drabble leading into yet another drabble.

Summary: Mama and Papa were arguing about something, but they were large-sized people so he didn't really pay mind to it. He just wanted his toes.

Rated: K

Toes

Mama and Papa were whispering at each other in the strange aggressive way they sometimes do when they throw glares, but Kenta just practiced lifting his foot into his mouth. He was almost there, with his arms outstretched, ready to catch his tiny toes for a taste. The mashed, messy green stuff Mama tried feeding him was always the same nasty flavor, and more often than not, ended up on him rather than inhim, but his toes…they would be an explosion of new sensations against his tongue, he just knew it.

"He could fall and die."

"First of all, if he did fall he wouldn't die," Mama's eyes grew into saucers, "Secondly! I wouldn't lethim fall, and you know that." Papa said quickly before her eyes could get any more comically larger.

"Kenta's a baby."

"Yeah and I'm his father."

Mama looked a little at her ends as she shot a worried glance at her baby and gently swatted his legs back down when they were centimeters away from his puckered lips, "He's hungry." She stated, almost as an afterthought.

Papa sighed and handed Kenta back to Mama as she cuddled him close to her chest where he rooted around for her source of the milk goods. "Oh no sweetheart, you're getting so good at eating the peas, and Mama's running low right now…"

Kenta tried his hand at squeezing one of the large squishy balls under her neck but his Mama dislodged his strong grip and set him down in the chair Papa made for him. The green glob of what his Mama had designated as nutritional substance wobbled in front of him and Kenta squealed a low-pitched baby cry, nohe wasn't hungry for this. He wasn't hungry at all! He wanted his damn feet was all.

"Kenta, please," his Mama lifted a spoon into his mouth but he just attempted to slap it out of her hands. She released a stressed out rush of air and rested her head on her hand, starring at his scrunched up face. "Should I let you go with Papa?"

Kenta crowed with his throaty voice, slapping at the table in front of him with two sticky hands and ears wiggling like mad.

Mama relented with the food and after a few more minutes of maneuvering and babbling to her about how he was trying earnestly to reach his toes, he was picked up from the chair and brought out into the open air of the outside with his Mama cooing in his ear telling him that he better be careful. Be careful for what?His Papa was standing outside with his hands on his hips, back to them; face to the clouds and sun. Looking cool, as usual.

"Okay, but you have to promise me you won't go too fast and you'll be back before sundown," His Mama let Papa hold him while she quickly ran back into the house and returned with a burlap sack lined with the soft satiny thing he loved to rub his face on. Mama always put Kenta in it when they were going out to the food place outside their home. He didn't like the food place too much because everything was always too far for him to reach and grab and thrust into his mouth, plusthe two medium sized girls that he couldn't tell apart, always hung around him and pulled at his ears smiling like sinister demons when Mama wasn't paying attention. Not only that but little flying dots liked to linger around him so Mama often had to cover his face with an annoying net. Nets on your face are not fun. Kenta started to protest by struggling in his grasp but his father's comforting touch on his head made him stop. Mama hoisted the sack over Papa's neck and lingered on the colorful beads that hung around it. Before she could take back her approval, she kissed both their cheeks and strapped Kenta onto his Papa's stomach.

"Be safe." Mama demanded.

Papa flashed Mama a smirk, "You know we will."

And then Kenta was off, travelling to the place that smelled like Papa.