Honestly if I owned Inuyasha or any of the characters I wouldn't be writing fanfiction; I would getting rich and making it rain, and things would happening between them, then I would die from having known I made that happen.

Yeah, this is a pretty short chapter but I wanted to show more of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha times when they are younger and cute, not sexual.

I do not own Inuyasha.

Now to the story...

April 8, 1479.

The first time I held him. It was exactly one week after he started disgracing my home with his presence.

It had been a cool, sunny day. The sun had been irritating me all morning.

"Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru! SESSHOMARU! BOY!" My father's baritone voice pulled me out my supposed rest. From where my head was angled I could feel the bright, warm sun on my face and the sound of a baby crying.

"Damned hanyou."

"What did you say, Sesshomaru?" A groan pushed past my lips at Father's hearing. I pushed myself up from my bed and out the door of my room towards my father's voice and the crying baby.

Father had been watching near by with a wary smile. His nursemaids were huddled in the corner fearing that the newest addition would soon no longer be in existence. The hanyou had been blubbering in his cradle for the past ten minutes and Father refused to let anyone near him except for myself. His incessant calling of my name and the half-breed's crying had driven me out of my room and into his. The baby's room was placed right next to mine. I write that with utter disdain. The moment I entered the room I was ushered towards the crib by Father and told that,

"You are not allowed to leave the room until your brother has stopped crying. And you are not allowed to make anyone do it. You have to."

A large grin was on Father's face that rivaled my glare. The pup's plump cheeks jiggled at every whimper and his chubby arms were waving through the air. And his eyes, they were a crystalline topaz from all the tears that leaked from the corner of his eyes only to be replaced not a minute later. His tiny hands were clenched into fists, but were released into open palms the moment I took a step closer towards him. When he realized I stopped moving and just stood there, he began to make grabbing motions with his hands and his screams turned into shrill cries. "Sesshomaru. You will pick up your brother and cease his crying this instant." A tired sigh was my reply and I held out my arms to pick up the crying bundle of blankets in my arms. As he was only a week old, he had grown quite fast and was now the size of a three month old baby. When he was comfortably settled into my arms with my left arm cradling his head, that was when he finally stopped crying. I was absorbed into his glistening eyes. The baby cooed and Father beamed with a proud smile.