A/N: I've had this story in my head for sometime, and I actually wrote it down on paper before deciding to type it, but I lost, like half the story, and only found it this morning. There are three pairings in this story, but those aren't really important.
This story revolves around Inuyasha and Sesshomarus' lives, before their parents death, and afterwards-but really, it's centered on Sesshomarus' feelings of Inuyasha, and how the half-demon grows up and fends for himself. This story will probably be very long.
The title for this fanfic really has nothing to do at all with the story(although their is a character I made up with that name-Sunkist-in here). I just liked the way it sounded. Also, sunkissed is supposed to be spelled like that(because I have a bottle of Sunkist right here next to me!).
Parings: Inuyasha/Kikyou(1) Sesshomaru/Sunkist(2) and Inuyasha/Kagome (3.
Genre:Action/Tragedy/Romance...a little bit of everything(even comedy, though really vague.
The numbers after the pairings are supposed to be in the order that they come; i.e., Inuyasha and Kikyou will be first, then Sesshomaru, and last but not least, Kagome and the half-demon.
Also, I don't know what Inuyasha's mothers' name was, nor do I know what his fathers name was, so I just made up names.
Lets start, shall we?
Prolouge
She had been overdue for quite sometime-by a week, at least. The midwives were getting tired with worry. The lady may have a stillbirth. But it wasn't to be.
Yoko Ishtar went into labour during the second week of March after no birthing. The lord had waited outside the room they shared, pacing back and forth, his heart hammering against his ribcage. The eldest son watched his father with narrowed eyes.
At the age of five, he had lost his temper with at least three servants, injured nine, and killed seven. He was not to be taken lightly. Now, going on six, he was angered by the fact that he would soon have a half demon sibling.
It had been bad enough that his family name barely put fear into the hearts of demons and humans alike; now he had to deal with a runt. He shifted his own honey colored eyes to look at the bedroom door.
They waited for ten and three hours, plus two more, before one of the midwives came out of the room, her hands bloodstained, and face sweaty, red with strain. She bowed slightly, and then told her lord what he had been waiting to hear.
"The birthing is done, your lordship. You may see her now." At this, he rushed hastily past the woman, pushing her out of the way and onto the floor.
The older son followed his father, sending the midwife a glare as she started to get up. "Don't bother." he said, and continued walking down the long hallway towards his stepmothers' quarters.
Another one of the midwives rushed past him, pausing only to nod her head in respect. At the door of his stepmother, two guards were standing in front of it. They bowed their head, and the little boy waved his hand as if he were swatting a fly.
"Tell me, guards, do you know what sex it is?" The guard on the left nodded. His father wanted a male. He smirked, and hoped it was female.
"Well?" he asked defiantly.
The guards both dropped on one knee, and bowed their heads in respect. "Lord Sesshomaru," they chorused, and he narrowed his eyes. "The child is...male."
Sesshomaru let out a hiss of air. Another son. His already angered state went higher. "Move out of my way," he spat, and surged through the doors into Yokos' quarters.
Yoko looked up, her long black/violet hair tangled, and her face slightly sweaty. A bundle was in her arms, wrapped in starch white blankets.
Sesshomaru instantly covered his nose with his sleeve-there was an awful stench in the air-and stalked towards his father. "It's a boy, isn't it?" he asked, his voice wavering.
Lord Taki, his father, nodded, and shifted to shield Yoko from view. His fist balled up in anger behind him; he should kill it now, before his father had a chance to become attached to it. "You stay where you are," he said stonily.
His father turned back to Yoko, and Sesshomaru supressed a growl.
"Taki, why do you have to be like that to him? All he asked was if the child was a male or female," Yoko asked quietly. Taki sighed at her remark, and replied, "Because, Sesshomaru wouldn't think twice about killing a half-demon."
Yoko sucked in a breath, and was quiet for several seconds. Sesshomaru broke the silence. "What is that smell?" He sounded disgusted, and Yoko laughed.
"That smell," she said amongst giggles,"is the sterilization from the midwives." she replied. Lord Taki glanced at his five year old son, and stepped aside. "You may see him," Takis' voice was quiet, but Sesshomaru heard him.
Sesshomaru stood still, however, hesitating. Finally, he walked quickly over to the where Yoko lay, and looked down. What he saw made his eyes narrow, and jealousy chorus through him.
The baby in Yokos' arms had tiny hands, claws already developed. His hair was silver, and two tiny silver dog ears protuded from his head. He appeared to be sleeping.
Yoko shifted the child, and whispered, "Have a closer look, Sesshomaru." Dropping his arm, he took a deep breath of the air(nearly gagging himsellf in the process), and did as he was asked. Sitting down next to her, Sesshomaru sniffed at the child, and grimaced is disgust.
They were all silent; Yoko in silent exhaustion, Taki in silent anticpation, and Sesshomaru in silent anger.
"Inuyasha."
Lord Taki looked down at his mate, who was smiling at Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru glared back, but Yoko was unfazed.
"What?" he asked coldly. Yoko smiled wider, and said, "His name. Inuyasha. That will be his name."
Sesshomaru shot up. He didn't want to know the cursed things name; he didn't need to know the damn name. "Sesshomaru?" Yoko asked, her eyes slightly widened in alarmed at her stepsons' sudden movement. Lord Taki gripped his sons shoulder, but the five year old threw it off.
"Sesshomaru! Show some respect for your mother!" His father was angry, but he didn't care. Trying to get a grip on his anger, he felt the hate boil up in his stomach, and take a hold of his heart.
"Fine," he spat, turning sharply on his heel, and stalked out of the room.
