Authors note: yes, I acknowledge that most people will be mad with the pairing. I hate kagome and sango. DEAL WITH IT!
"Hotaru?" Morihiko called out to his admiree. His purple optics scanned the forest just outside of Sesshoumaru's castle. His monk's staff jingled as he called the hanyou's name. Black tousled hair rested atop his crown; what was long enough to bind into a ponytail was tied back. His purple and black monk's robes draped over his shoulders, ending just above his feet, which were inside sandals. At seven years old, he was the 'Second Oldest' Of Miroku and Atsumi's children. He called a second time for Atsuko and Inu-Yasha's eldest child. In his mind, Hotaru was the essence of beauty. Of course, he got it from his father, the impious monk, impious being an understatement.
Regrettably for him, he was cut off by his sister, Shizuru. Her lavender hair was tied Back into two low pigtails by a white strip of fabric. Her purple eyes analyzed Morihiko. They were fraternal twins, looking naught alike but their eyes. Her purple kimono was undiluted and orderly, not a hint of a wrinkle in sight. Her acanthous nose was slightly tipped upwards, Giving her a snobby appearance, that not being the only thing clannish about her. She crossed her arms. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with father!" She exclaimed in a high pitched voice. Her province was nothing like her mother or father. Morihiko sighed.
"Stop being so uptight! I ditched! It's not like dad even cares!" He said, his voice a bit high pitched for a boy, but he would grow into it… eventually. Suddenly Shizuru's head turned to see Ayumi. Ayumi was a slow learner, for three years old. She was nearly the exact image of Shizuru, but younger. Her kimono was purple, with a darker purple decoration of flowers on it. She pulled on Morihiko's leg. "Daddy says to come get you!" She squealed. Morihiko nodded. "Would you tell 'Daddy' that I'm trying to find Hotaru? He'll understand…" Ayumi nodded and smiled. She put her thumb in her mouth and began walking up towards the castle. She stumbled and fell, bursting into tears. Shizuru frowned. "Would you like me to carry you?" She stooped down and Ayumi climbed onto her back, thumb still in her mouth. Morihiko walked up slowly, delaying each step for as long as possible so Shizuru wouldn't yell at him when he ran back to the forest.
They reached the entrance just as Atsumi walked out. Her violet hair was tied back, reaching her lower back. Her lavender eyes studied a baby in her arms. The baby's name was Ari. Her eyes were closed in sleep as Atsumi sat down. Her kimono was not her usual purple kimono with black flowers. It was white in color, but it was bigger than the other. Her fifth child was on the way. Giving a small smile as Ayumi and Shizuru walked into the castle giggling, she glimpsed down at Morihiko. "Mori!" She yelled, "Would you hold Ari for me? Just tell me if she wakes up!" She handed Ari to Morihiko carefully, the boy walking down to the woodland yet again.
As her son left her to herself, she went into the castle, in search of something to eat; quite possibly dumplings. Yep, dumplings were always good. (INSIDE JOKE! I DON'T CARE IF THERE ARE DUMPLINGS IN THE FEUDAL ERA! DEAL WITH IT!) She called over one of Sesshoumaru's servants, ordering him to get her something to eat. The servant nodded and quickly came back with a plate of food.