Inuyasha saga: The life before now.
Chapter 1-
Kaeya held the child gently in her arms and smiled. She looked up at the child's father. His face was proud even if he didn't smile. The child was sleeping peacefully and experiencing his first dreams. His silver-white hair swept around his face. Two tiny ears stuck out comically off the top of his head and they flapped in the breeze. Kaeyo touched his face.
"Tarasha, he looks just like you." she whispered. Tarasha wrinkled his nose with mock disgust.
"You mean that shrimp?" he asked scornfully. "He does not resemble I." Kaeyo frowned playfully at Tarasha.
"You like the 'shrimp', and you don't need to say it for me to know." They were silent for a moment. Kaeyo studied
Tarasha's face intently.
"What will his name be?" she asked softly. Tarasha bent down to see the child's face clearly. He stroked his hair tenderly. A hint of a smile flickered at his lips.
"Inuyasha."
Sesshomaru crouched behind some bushes and hid there, watching his father admire his brother. Inuyasha. Tears stung at his eyes. He quickly blinked them away. He was only four, but he knew when to hold the tears in. Crying never solved anything. His first lesson. Sesshomaru stayed in his position until he couldn't stand watching them anymore. He got up and ran in other direction as fast as he could.
Kaeyo stepped inside the cave that she lived in with Tarasha. There was a fire blazing in the center of the cave and Sesshomaru, her eldest son lay beside it.
"You've taught Sesshomaru too well, Tarasha." She said as she set Inuyasha down next to Sesshomaru.
"He'll need the skills to survive." Tarasha answered tonelessly. Kaeyo shot a look at Tarasha.
"Why do you have to so…..so.."
"What?" he returned her gaze." Harsh?" Kaeyo dropped her hands to her sides in frustration.
"Why do you hate Sesshomaru so much, Tarasha?" she asked sadly. "If you keep tormenting him like this, he'll end up just like you." Tarasha raised his eyebrows in question.
"Like what?" He looked away. "I don't torment him, Kaeyo. He will need the skills to survive. I believe I have said that before." Kaeyo just followed him with her eyes. Her innocent goldenrod eyes that always melted him. But he didn't want to melt. Emotions were a demon's weakness. The fact made him angry.
"Don't look at me that way!" he seethed. "He'll be better off if he turns out like me." He walked out and left Kaeyo there. Kaeyo buried her head in her hands and cried.