Like Uncle, Like Niece
He cocked his head to the side.
She was tiny, only coming up past his knee. Her big, honeyed eyes watched him as he reached out to lightly touch her dark silver ear. Normally she would have pulled back; she really didn't like it when other people touched her ears. It hurt! But he knew just what to do, and she smiled happily, the crescent moon in the middle of her forehead crinkling. The man smiled and wrapped an arm around his niece.
"So Sesshoumaru," the hanyou whispered to himself as he picked up the little girl. "Seems humans aren't so bad as you said they were."
