Protection
How could she, his mother, have been so blind? Inuyasha wasn't out all day playing; he was out waiting for his bruises to clear, so she wouldn't worry for him. Izayoi might never have known had she not wanted to peep at her young one at play; instead finding him by the stream alone, just sitting and healing. It was so unfair, he was so very little, but she knew what she must do; his father had left the fire rat for protection and now it would protect his son.
The seamstress youkai from the Western Palace had told her that the fire rat cloth would expand and grow with the youkai of the wearer, and now it was time to put that to the test. Carefully, during the nights while her child slept his hurts away, Izayoi cut out the pattern from the jacket her beloved had left her. Then she sewed by lamplight with matching coloured thread of youkai silk, until she had a small suit fit for her son.
As she sewed her tears fell for her lonely baby and her lost lover, and she prayed that the firerat would serve the child as he grew and that it had not been sacrificed in vain by his father, who may have lived still if he had worn it himself. Into every stitch she had poured her love, it must not fail Inuyasha; he would probably need the garments for many years, when she too was gone.
Inuyasha Issekiwa Community; prompt -Thread,250 words max