Sesshomaru sat in the car as his step mother silently drove him to the vet to pick up their dog Dexter. She was giving him the silent treatment again, not like he cared though.

"Mom do you think I could have a little bit of money to go to the movies this weekend?" Inu Yasha asked, looking up from his phone and making Sesshomaru groan in frustration.

"You'll have to ask your father when we get home." Izayoi said sweetly to her son.

'Yes because of course I'm not technically your son am Izayoi...'

"Sesshomaru..." Izayoi started.

"I don't need to hear it Izayoi I already got scolded and grounded, not to mention ISS doesn't look good to colleges, don't you think I've had enough already?" Sesshomaru asked, looking up at her as she turned around and sighed.

Izayoi really wished Sesshomaru would call her mother and she'd always wanted desperately for Sesshomaru to treat her like his mother since she raised him from age two, but it always seemed like the child she loved was just so far out of her reach. Even now he was still distant. It was better to just let him have what he wanted to show she cared, and he preferred silence...

"Yes, okay Sesshomaru." Izayoi nodded and turned back in her seat to drive out of the banks drive up ATM. A single tear falling down her cheek.

Sitting on the couch in the living room of their huge house, Inu Yasha noticed his mother's shoulders shaking slightly. She had her back turned to him and she was sitting at the dining room table. Grabbing a Kleenex, she wiped her face.

"Mom," Inu Yasha asked, putting a hand on hers. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, honey." She wiped her face again and smiled, knowing her eyes were probably red. "I'm fine, thank you."

"You can't let him get to you when he says stuff like that, you know Sesshomaru loves you too." Inu Yasha said, his eyes getting a little red from seeing Izayoi crying.

"Oh honey I know, he's just got his own way of showing affection and I'm used to it." Izayoi smiled again for good measure and got up from her seat at the table where she had been rearranging the photo album and seeing an old picture of the boys at a young age had made her start crying all over again. "What do you want for dinner?"