And Baby!Jaganshi has finally made their big debut! :D

This took so long to get right DX Admittedly, this is actually the fifth edition of this chapter so... And yes, I did just say the FIFTH. There are four other versions I wrote for this chapter, each and every one completely different from the other from start to finish. None of the other four would work with me, however, so here is my final attempt at it. I might eventually add the others into the mix of this story, as they are all very different, but I'll wait until later until I get into that. For now I'm just going to be happy with this and go with it haha.

I think Hiei went really off course and OOC, but in my head it all seems like legitimate reactions to the situation. Plus, in my experience, it is always the "tough" guys that get all over mushy when their kid is born. If he seems like a completely warped representation of his actual character, I deeply apologize and will attempt to remedy the problem.

I want to give all my love and thanks to Dueling Fire Demon, Mother Midnight, FireStorm1991, Just 2 Dream of You and ReaperDemon (and 23 year old man-babies are like bow-ties and fezzes, or in other slightly less geeky terms: Cool :D ). You guys inspire me so much! I always end up turning into a big goopy puddle of fluff 3

I, sadly, do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or its lovely characters. I just make them do my bidding when I have the time :)

- Sin

Notes: Interestingly enough, all babies the world over are born with blue eyes. If their eye color does eventually change, it will do so within anywhere between a few hours to a few days after birth. :)

So lay down your weary head
Try and sleep now
Calm your shallow little breath
Be at peace now

Another day calls out for you to make your own
This one goes where all the other days have flown

- "Lullaby" by Arco

Tiny breaths filled the air with the soft sent of infant and milk, a tiny face with the large dimpled cheeks of the newly born rested in languid content against the swell of his Mate's breasts. They were both asleep, his Mate and their tiny, fragile child, both lulled into the well deserved doze of the truly content and the honestly exhausted.

His Mate had rest her head tiredly upon his shoulder nearly an hour before, blue hair loose and damp with sweet as it spilled over her shoulders and across him, their tiny child gently folded in her arms between the two of them. He had climbed into the bed and curled her protectively against his side the moment Yukina had gone to announce their child's arrival to the others anxiously awaiting news elsewhere in the shrine. Then the room had been filled with the high, keening wails of a new life overwhelmed by the incomprehensible largeness of the world it had been delivered into. The sound, so irritating when he has heard it from other infants over his many years, had filled him with a surge of pride and wonder. It was not just some annoying babe polluting the quiet with its shrieks, some other's child drilling a headache into his mind and tearing at the peace. It was his child, announcing to the world with a strong, healthy set of lungs that the world would never again be the same.

His eyes, once they had set upon the tiny creature, had been unable to leave, his entire being seemingly ensured by a six pound, five ounce bundle of impossibility. It was…difficult for him to comprehend. That something so…so fragile and so small could - in the span of a few hours and a few blinks of pure, unfocused eyes – hold such power over him. Nothing, not in the entirety if his long, arduous life, had ever had such a profound effect upon him, never had caused a flood of emotions to overwhelm him so powerfully. Perhaps, he would admit, his gentle, kind-eyed Mate…but that was different. She had been something that had crept upon him slowly, had slipped in under his skin when he had not been paying attention and begun to consume him with the slow, sweetness of a blooming flower. This, though…the crash of love and devotion he felt was so sudden and so…so strong. Like a wave, a Tsunami, baring down upon him and sweeping him away, threatening to bring him to his knees with scarcely more than a glance and a gentle touch.

A Daughter.

He had a daughter.

Beautiful and perfect and so impossibly everything to him. She had come into the world howling and screaming, a surge of energy cast off from her impossibly tiny form so powerful it had actually knocked his sister off kilter for a moment and pressed him back. A surge of heat, demonic flames not seen but felt and understood. His daughter, in every respect his daughter, gently wiped clean and folded into his arms for the first time, wrapping him up in her own, miniature aura. The moment her small weight had been settled into his arms and he had looked down upon her the air had been pressed from his lungs, his heart stilling unresponsive in his chest. For a moment, a single, quiet moment, her big, beautiful eyes – still the undecided blue of a new born – had settled upon him and her wails had stilled. He had trembled beneath the weight of her stare, the perfection of her tiny face as it looked up at him with such…such honest acceptance. Such blatant trust.

He was glad that Yukina had been preoccupied across the room as he had slowly stepped over to his exhausted Mate, eyes never able to leave the infant in his arms. He would not have wanted his sister to learn the truth of his lie by seeing the single, red gem that slipped down from his eye and fall into the pool of fabric that swaddled his daughter. His mother had wept twin Hiruiseki for her twin children, and for his daughter he was glad he could give the same. A piece of his soul, of his love for her, made physical by the blood of his mother's forsaken people. He had never treasured the long held secret of his own tears, not until that single moment, his eyes burning with a feeling of joy, his arms secured protectively around his squirming daughter.

A shift of fabric and the soft whine of the wordless brought his focus back upon the tiny form of his daughter. Her eyes had opened while he thought upon the wonder of his first meeting her, and even in the few hours after her birth, her eyes were already begging to change. Already he could see color shooting through the ocean of blue, twisting it into the shade it would be for the rest of her – he would ensure – very long years. He smiled, honestly smiled, down upon her as she made another small whine and struggled lightly in her mother's hold, preparing – judging from the violent shade of red she was becoming – for a good, solid cry that would, he had no doubt, be enough to wake any dead unfortunate enough to be in radius of her screeches. Hoping to avoid awaking his Mate so soon after the difficulties of the delivery – later, after things had settled, he would learn just how close he came to losing them both, and it would haunt him for centuries to come – he cautiously slid his daughter into his own arms and attempted to ignore the fact that he honestly had no idea what to do to calm an upset child.

His Mate, sensing the lost weight even in her deep sleep, curled all the tighter around him, wincing lightly from the bone deep ache the birth had left her with and burying her nose in his neck. Her lips pressed over the mark she had given him, pulling the sense of warmth and utter contentment to the surface of his mind with the contact. Closing his eyes briefly he gently rested his head upon hers before turning back to his ever more disturbed child. Still nameless, his daughter squirmed all the more in his hold, her tiny face twisting into a truly furious expression, unsatisfied with his loss for what to do to calm her. At a loss, he fell back on a habit begun before she had even been born, shushing away her worries and upset with a swirl of emotions and the soft glow of his Jagan. Her almost wails stilled, her wrinkled face smoothing before his eyes as she settled into the lull of his wordless lullaby, and she looked up at him.

He wondered if his heart would always stop when he met her large, innocent eyes. He almost hoped it wouldn't.

He moved his free hand from around his sleeping Mate's waist to settle over his daughter's bundled form. A long, clawed finger gently sweeping over the swell of one cheek, entranced as she reached for it with her own tiny digits. She was so small. So tiny and frail curled in his arms. A little creature defenseless to the world's cruelties, completely dependent on others to protect her from its darkness and its dangers. Dependent on him, dependent on her…father. Her hand wasn't even large enough to complete circle his finger, but she clung to him anyway with all her infantile might. Determined, it seemed, not to give him the opportunity to set her down or leave her. A fear, he wanted to assure her, was unjustified. He had no intention of letting her go any time soon, if he ever did so. Unable to assure his infant daughter of his suspected fear, he was only able to stroke his thumb over the back of her tiny hand, her little body tucked all the closer in the crook of his arm. As close to his body as he could press her, her head resting over his heart gently.

She looked like him, he realized distantly. Downy black wisps of hair perched upon her head, delicately clawed fingers, even her eyes – though the color had not fully appeared, he suspected that the hue he could see would be the same deep scarlet of his own gaze. She was too young for him to tell, of course, if in the years to come if she would have his sharp features or her mother's soft face, or whether she would hold his shorter frame…She seemed though, to have the exuberant nature of her mother already – though he would admit that the shortness of her infant temper that he had seen was all him.

Her little clawed hand didn't loosen around his finger as she slowly slipped back into a deep, warm sleep. Her tiny mouth moved in a mime of how she had spent her meal before sleep, her little nose twitching lightly as sleep took her off into the faraway wonder of dreams. He could not resist the smile that slipped onto his face even if had any intention of doing so. She was the most beautiful child he had ever rested eyes on, his child, his Daughter. It was his duty to protect her and love her, to never let harm fall upon her tiny frame. And he would do that, he would do all of that and more, he would willingly fall upon his own blade and permit the Dragon bound beneath his skin to devour him alive in its hellish black flames if it would mean a single smile from her, if it meant that she would find some happiness from his actions.

His Mate murmured sleepily, hands moving to wrap around both him and their child, catching his warm gaze as he shifted his attention to her. His eyes flicked from her to their daughter again, a deep sense of warmth and...belonging...seeping deep into his chest and claiming his heart as home. Brushing a thumb gently over the cheek of his daughters round face once more he simply stared at her for a moment longer, committing the scene of his child at rest to memory. A moment to keep forever, to carry with him always through the years to come.

He tugged a long forgone blanket up around the three of them to ward off any cold that might dare slip into the Shrine and attack his newly forged family. His own eyes growing heavy he leaned down, careful not to disturb his comfortable mate, and gently pressed his lips on the soft skin of his daughter's forehead. Whispering a loving goodnight into her infant ears before moving his head to rest atop his mate's, sleep pulling him down to join his mate and child in dreams.

It was how Yukina found them some minutes later when she returned to check on them. All three curled together, so deeply asleep not even her half formed question had been able to rouse any of them. Smiling warmly at the sight she quietly stepped over to the bed, adjusting the blankets carefully around them with the utmost care. It was then a small sound caught her attention, something small and precious slipping out of the folds of her much beloved niece's blankets and bouncing onto the floor. The ice maiden smiled as she knelt down to retrieve it, warmed by the sight of the small crimson jewel that rested tellingly in the palm of her hand. She had collected the few first gems her niece had created before her brother had seen them, not wanting to spoil the moment of father meeting child with the complicated situation that was their relationship, intending to gift the gems to the family at a later time. Seeing the glimmering red gem though…she was willing to risk complications to ensure seeing a tradition followed through.

When she left to return to the others and assure them of the new family's health, the three slept on as peacefully as they had before she had entered. The only sign of her presence at all found about the tiny neck of the contented child pressed against her father's broad chest. A small necklace, as simple as the two that rested upon the neck of the child's father, marking the child eternally as loved, eternally protected.

The door closed behind the petite ice maiden on a small, quiet moment, on a family finally made whole.