A small boy kicked his feet looking at the window from the back seat of a small car. The first thing that stuck out to him was the gray sky, making him pout. He remembered asking his friend to play with him that day, at the playground. The girl graciously agreed as he heard her tell her mom that she was going to the park soon. Despite the weather, the dark haired boy knew he could always rely on his friend.

He sighed; boredom was evident in his airy release. His view from the window slid to the backpack on the seat beside him, his parents picked him up from his kindergarten class held at Learning, Living, Loving preschool, better known as LLL. The way the school worked was a class in the morning, then a different class in the afternoon. It was ironic when he learned that his friend, Kagome, went to the same school. Only, she was in the morning class. Yet, it made him happy that she didn't know about his little 'friend, Naraku.

"Darling," his mother shifted on the seat and pushed against the seatbelt so she could turn her body and look at her son. "Why don't we give little Kagome a call, and tell her we're going to be a little late, hm? Would that make you feel better?"

'Feel better'. The comment was referred to the class bully Naraku that happened to take a 'liking' to the smaller boy. The boys' lavender eyes sprung to his mother with horror, He remembered telling his mother not to mention the bully situation to his dad. The relationship between this son and father wasn't strong, and mostly relied on the son to try and prove himself to the father, not accepting help with his homework and showing and early attitude problem was just starters to what the boy put himself through for the father's respect. He needed to be good enough so his father would look at him as another son, other than some one of less importance to his half-brother.

"Feel better?" Mr. Takahashi snapped, glaring a burning brown at the rearview mirror, as he lifted a hand and adjusted the view to his son. "What's wrong, boy, you sick?" the sharp cliff to his tone of voice left no room for the child to answer.

"Hunny, please." Mrs. Takahashi pleased, placing her hand on her husbands shoulder, gently rubbing and squeezing in hopes of calming the man.

"Izayoi, Inuyasha needs to learn…" the man sighed, side way glancing at the women who changed him. As much as Inuyasha didn't know it, the father was trying. He offered help to homework, but the boy always seemed frightened, like he was never good enough. Mr. Takahashi had suspicions that the weekend they left Inuyasha alone with his brother had something to do with it. Sesshoumaru was jealous of Inuyasha, after Sesshoumaru's mother died; Inuyasha was born, filling a gap in Mr. Takahashi's life that appeared with the loss of his late wife.

"I know baby, but Bullies happen to every child eventually." Izayoi persuaded.

"Mom!" came the whining protest.

"Bully?" Mr. Takahashi snapped. "Sesshoumaru was never bullied!"

"Inuyasha is nothing like Sesshoumaru!" Mrs. Takahashi protested sharply. "When will you see that?"

Mr. Takahashi watched his wife fume for a moment, glaring at him with a sparked violet. A soft smile appeared on the mans' face, loving everything about his wife. Sometimes it was hard for him to remember that Inuyasha was still small, lacking in Sesshoumaru's lifestyle and age.

"Your right hunny. I'm sorry!" he whispered. Izayoi's glare lessened, but still kept a stern expression.

"I know that. But I don't think Inuyasha does"

Mr. Takahashi nodded with a disappointed sigh. The man disliked himself for always losing his temper so quickly with his youngest son. Forgetting his role in the drivers seat, as everyone seemed to forget they were in a car, Mr. Takahashi looked back at his son with his mouth slightly agape. Vocabulary escaped the older man once his eyes hit Inuyasha.

His son was curled up on the seat, holding his knees and pressing his face against them. The small body shook once in a while with silent sobs.

"Oh, Inuyasha. I'm sorry, Daddy just got a little frustrated. Let me see those beautiful eyes" The man cooed softly. Inuyasha released his grip on his knees slowly. Seeing the soft, and seemingly sincere expression his father was giving him made Inuyasha smile, a rare soft smile for the boy appeared on the mans face.

Sheepishly, Inuyasha spoke, only to have his voice rise in a natural confidence. Forgetting he was speaking to the man that frightened him. "Don't worry daddy. That bully wont be bugging me for a while. He learned better than to mess with a Takahashi boy at lunchtime! I hope he liked the taste of green paint!"

Mr. Takahashi chuckled, proudly. He didn't know Inuyasha would actually do something like that. He flicked his eyes to his wife, wondering if she knew about what their son did. Seeing the stern look she was giving him, Mr. Takahashi resumed a straight face, calmly telling the boy what he did was wrong. When Izayoi wasn't looking, he winked at his son causing Inuyasha to giggle.

The small boy opened his mouth to talk to his father more; he loved how they were getting along it seemed like nothing could tear the family apart now

When the mother shrieked, grabbing onto her husband.

"Look at the road!" she sobbed, horrified. The two males in the car shot their eyes to the road in time to see another car heading straight for them. Mr. Takahashi didn't know what to do, and thruster the steering wheel to the left instinctively, while Mrs. Takahashi threw caution to the wind, undid her seat belt, jumped in the backseat, and used her body as a human shield to protect the stunned boy.

Everything went silent, or it was so loud it was unbearable. Either way the collision of the vehicles felt very fake, like they were watching some cheesy movie on TV, with more unrealistic stunts.

The small boy just sat there. He felt his mother pull back after everything grew still. The woman looked around; deciding that they were completely encased, no way out until someone helped from the outside.

"Inutaishou?" she stammered bending her body oddly to see the situation of her husband. The man was limp against his seat, his head cocked to one side.

His ears picked up the distant sound of his name and opened his eyes to see his wife looking at him worriedly, studying the wounds that didn't seem real.

Any moment now they all expected someone to pop out with a hidden camera.

"Are you okay?" Izayoi asked numbly. It earned a small chuckle from the unknowingly departing man.

"Your one to talk. L-look at yourself. You look like that time Inuyasha poured ketchup down your white shirt" it was growing heard to speak.

"Thanks" She replied weakly. Her head slowly lowered, landing with little feeling on his shoulder. "I'm cold," she stated, still using a tone of voice that seemed hallow. Blood seeped from her clothing unnoticed by any one other than the forgotten child, watching the event like it was TV.

"So very tired…" the man commented as his eyes slid shut once more, his head once again cocking to the side and resting on his wives head. "I love you…"

"…Inutaishou… I love you too," The woman mumbled fallowed by a deep gasp, and then she was silent.

All was silent, even more so then before. The harsh sounds of breathing stopped. The young boy shakily undid the buckle to his seatbelt and crawled in between his parents. His eyes were drooping as he looked up to see the smiling expressions on his parents' peaceful faces.

"I love you too" Inuyasha mimicked his departed mother. Taking one final look at his parents the young orphaned boy grabbed a hold of his fathers' arm and his mothers' arm. He strained himself to pulled them together. The woman slipped from her husbands' shoulder, her head landing on his lap, but that made no further movement from either.

Settled with the closeness of the family, the boy settled himself in a comfortable position and let the silent world of dark take him, hopefully to where his parents were waiting for him.

Outside the blissfully quiet car was a world of sirens, sobs, murders, and a far away girl singing the tune of her favorite show…

Sorry Its short, i need to go though. I apologize for any grammical or spelling errors ahead of time. Hopefully you know what im trying to say.