Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the word "ficlet." I shamelessly borrowed them (permanently) from Rumiko Takahashi and Aejavu, respectively.
Shippou
Inuyasha glared as Shippou snuggled into the sleeping bag next to Kagome. The only reason I'm letting him do this, Inuyasha thought fiercely, is because the wench would "sit" me to the seventh level of Hell if I didn't!
Sulking, he sat on a high branch and fell asleep.
A waxing crescent moon was rising in the night sky when Inuyasha was once again woken up by the whimpers of the little kitsune. "Haha-ue! Chichi-ue!" Gradually, the kit's voice faded.
Inuyasha never told and never comforted. He would protect Shippou's weakness until he could defend himself against the harsh world.