(NOTE): Hey! I know I haven't updated in a LONG time, but I'm not able to get on the computer as much as I'd like any more cuz of school (tear). Well, here's another chapter anyway. You may or may not figure out who this is in this chapter, but you will in the next one! Well, anyway...

Oh yeah! And I don't own Inuyasha.


"Child?" The nurse softly knocked on the door and slightly opened it. She smiled when she saw the small boy laughed in delight as he watched the tiny tops spin quickly across the floor. She had bought many tops of different colors and sizes for him for his birthday and they apparently were now his favorite toys. Every day she would watch him play with them for hours as she did her chores, amazing at how he hardly ever tired from watching the tops crash into each other. Of course, it's probably because the poor child has nothing better to do the nurse thought If only his mother would...Oh, of course! His mother! She sent me to fetch him! "Child?" she repeated. The boy looked up and smiled at her.

"Hey Nanny! What's up?" he said. The nurse could always feel her heart melt when he would look up at her with innocent eyes and speak to her.

"Your mother wishes to see you." she said. The boys eyes lit up.

"Mama? Mama wants to see me? Really?" he immediately stood and rushed towards a mirror on the wall of his room, quickly looking himself over. "Do I look okay?" he asked her. The nurse nodded.

"Yes, Child, you look very handsome." The boy beamed, but the smile quickly vanished from his face as his eyes caught the scars on his face. They weren't really very big, but they were definitely noticeable, and the boy didn't like them one bit.

"Except for these dumb marks." he said "Nanny, how did I get them? Was I born with them?"

"My, my!" the nurse laughed, feeling uncomfortable. She really didn't want to get into that subject "You certainly do care a great deal about your looks don't you?" The boy gave her a confused look.

"Aren't I supposed to? You always try to make sure I look good, don't you?"

"Well, I just mean that most boys your age don't usually care."

"They don't? Why not?" The nurse shrugged.

"I suppose you're just more mature than them." The boy smiled.

"Maybe. And besides, Mama's worth it!" he walked over to her and grasped her hand "Lets go!" The nurse laughed at the boy's excitement.

"Now, Child, aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh yeah!" The boy quickly gathered his tops and placed them in some drawers before he took the old woman's hand again. "Okay! Done!" The nurse giggled again and led the boy down the hall. As they walked, bits and pieces of the last few years went rushing through her head. In all those years, the boy hardly ever got to see his mother, so the nurse had practically raised him by herself. He was a well-behaved and adorable boy of eight who was, in the nurse's view, different from most boys his age. He actually cared about at least looking presentable and he would always love taking walks through the forrest with his nurse. Most boys his age would be more interested in splashing in the mud or finding ways to get on his nurse's last nerve. It's probably because he's never met anyone else before the nurse thought. He would always act happy or at least satisfied, but the nurse could tell that for some reason, he desperately wanted to see his mother more often. He would only see her when she would come out of her room (which was rare), and if she ever saw him, she would hardly even notice he was there. To the boy, his mother was more like a rare mythical creature that was hard to find, but now that she actually wanted to see him...She could feel his small hand trembling with excitement as they approached the door to her room. The nurse was a bit worried to tell the truth. This was the very room where his mother (who had not even bothered to name the child yet) had given him his scars. But for years she had tried to convince her to see the boy, and now that she finally had agreed to see him, the nurse didn't want to push it too far. So, taking a deep breath, she knocked softly on the door.

"Milady?" she called "I've brought the child to see you." Silence followed for a while. "Milady?"

"Send him in." finally came the answer. The nurse felt the boy's small hand tighten as she nudged the door open. She hid a nervous gasp as she saw the boy's mother standing near the hearth, exactly as she had when the boy recieved the scars. Trying to ignore her nervousness, the nurse was about to say something when her mistress broke in."Leave us." she said, still not turning around. Although she knew the other woman couldn't see her, the nurse bowed to her mistress.

"Yes, Milady. Should I wait just outside so I can take the boy back to his room?"

"No." she said "I want you to return to your other chores until I call for you." The nurse felt a feeling of dread come over her. Yes, she wanted the boy to spend time with his mother, but she wanted to be close by in case his mother tried to...hurt him again.

"B-But, Milady, I think it would be better if I..."

"I did not ask for your opinions, Old Woman, I gave you a command." the younger woman said "Obey me." The nurse bit her bottom lip, but said nothing more, knowing she would just be fighting a battle she knew she couldn't win. She knew better than to get on her mistress's bad side, and she didn't want for any violence to be displayed in front of the child. She glanced down at the boy, who had not taken his eyes away from his mother, and gently squeezed his hand. She then let go and slowly turned toward the door and softly closed it as she heard the boy call back "See you later, Nanny!" The nurse smiled as she closed the door all the way. Maybe things will be alright after all she thought as she made her way towards the kitchens.

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The young mother cringed slightly as she heard her son, her son, yell a good-bye to the nurse. It's clear that he definitely cares for her she thought bitterly. She spat in the blazing fire and turned to look at her son. It was the first time she had actually gotten a very good look at her young eight-year-old. Even she had to admit that he was just as cute as the nurse had said, except for the two, distinct scars on his cheeks. She resisted a sneer as she looked into his innocent, smiling face. Even though he's permanently scarred, he still finds a reason to smile. Even though his father was stolen by a treacherous bitch, he refuses to hate. She turned sharply back to the fire, the thoughts of when she had first burned his young face creeping in her mind.

"Is she taking care of you, Boy?" she asked him.

"Yes, Mama." she heard him answer, sweetly "Nanny takes very good care of me." She sneered as she heard the pure innocence and sincerity in his voice.

"And you love her?"

"Yes, Mama. I love her very much." She tightly clenched her fists, her nails nearly cutting into her skin. How dare he!

The boy couldn't take his eyes off of his mother. Although he could only see the back of her, he thought she looked beautiful.She was wearing a strange short kimono that reached to about mid-thigh, with long sleeves and was a light green color except for a large patch of dark green covering the right shoulder and the sash. It's so different from Nanny's plain, white kimono the boy thought. She had her long hair up in a thick pony tail and he had noticed when she had turned to look at him that her lips were painted a rich mahogany color and her light brown eyes were rimmed in black.

He noticed his mother tighten up and he thought that he had upset her. He slowly walked up to her and wrapped his short arms around her leg and rested his head on her hip. "But not as much as I love you , Mama." he smiled up at her.

As soon as he said that,the boy's mother felt unusually possesive of him. At least he loved her, but that nurse...Without taking her eyes off the burning flames, she knelt down and embraced her son.

The boy felt a rush of happiness fill his heart as his mother held him. Never had she shown him such affection before. Not even a pat on the head. And here she was, hugging him! He closed his eyes and held her back tightly, finally feeling acceptance from his mother.

"My boy" she said softly "are you aware of how you recieved those scars on your face?" The boy's eyes shot open. He had wondered that for as long as he could remember. He told his mother so. His mother stayed silent for a moment before saying, "They're burns, you know. You recieved them here, in this very room...by the nurse." The boy felt a sudden chill consume his body and his breath stopped.

"N...Nanny?" he said "Nanny gave me these scars? But...why?"

"Jealousy. The nurse was jealous of me, so she took it out on you. She was never able to have children, so she dedicated her life to taking care of other people's children. She became fed up with it, though, after she helped me to deliver you and she became jealous. So, a few days after you were born, she burned your face, in the hopes of killing you. I was able to stop her just in time, though." the boy felt fingers running through his hair. As she brought his hand up to his head, he saw some of the skin on her hand was covered in the same kind of scars that were on his cheeks. "I couldn't let her kill my little boy, so I grabbe the wood she was using to harm you. That is how I recieved these scars of my own. I swore to her that if she tried to ever hurt you again, I would kill her. She became a better nurse after that, but who knows what she could try to do next." The boy didn't know what to think. He was scared and very confused. How could his kind, caring nurse be the terrible person who had given him his deeply hated scars. Although his mother had explain the reason, he didn't understand at all. He buried his face in the fabric of his mother's kimono as tears came from his eyes.

If he had been looking at his mother's face, he would has seen the cruel smirk forming on his lips.

"Now, now." she said, pulling him from her and looking into his tear-filled eyes "Don't cry. You mustn't ever cry over that woman. Or any woman, for that matter. They are all like that. Filthy, worthless backstabbers. And you must hate them. Hate them and resent them. Love no other woman but me, the only one you can trust. Will you do this?" The boy didn't know how to answer. Even though the nurse was apparently the one who had burned him, he still couldn't feel any hatred towards her. He couldn't even bring himself to believe his nurse really was the one who had burned him. But, his mother had told him so, and she wouldn't lie to him, would she. No he thought decidedly Mama wouldn't lie. Even if I don't really hate Nanny, I can pretend like I do. For Mama.

"I promise, Mama." he said, hugging her again "I promise that I will never be nice to Nanny again. I don't love her any more. Only you Mama."


(NOTE): It's not very much, but it'll get longer soon. Promise! Just tell me what you think !(And please remember, if you think you know who this is, please keep it to yourselves. Thanx!)