A/N; A gift for greypetrel. Sorry it took me so long.
Thanks to FawnEyedGirl, NeutronStarChild and XFangHeartX.

A Good Name

The moon was full and rising majestically over the gentle hills covered y lush forests. It was being watched by a fair woman sitting in the open shoji of her room, her long black hair braided for the night. She wore a serene expression on her face as she rubbed her round belly visible despite layers of rich clothes.

A shadow flashed across the lunar disc and the princess giggled when a man suddenly appeared in front of her. He dropped to one knee in front of her, armor clanking. In both hands he offered her a box

"Beloved. what is this?" she asked, picking the box from his hands. He smirked, golden eyes glimmering in the dark. She placed the box in her lap and started opening it.

"A gift," he informed her. She looked up at him, suddenly wary.

"What kind of gift exactly, Touga?" she demanded.

"A tiger liver," the daiyoukai said proudly. She stared, growing paler than usual. "I went to India and hunted down a tiger, then I made its liver into a dish. Eat, it will make you and our son strong and healthy."

The princess slowly put the box aside. Her beloved was a man who had no knowledge what half measures meant. Of course he'd go to India and hunt down a ferocious cat to bring home the liver for her. Gods knew he'd feed her liver of most animals that ran, flew and swam in the Western Lands. He definitely cared and meant well, but right now she couldn't stomach any kind of meat. What she craved tonight was soba noodles.

"Later," she promised her watchful mate. "Now, tell me, did you think about names? What will we call this one?" she said, rubbing her stomach again. A clawed, calloused hand reached towards her and rested over their offspring.

"I came up with some ideas," he told her and sat next to her. She waited for him to continue, but he fell silent.

"Well, I want to know what the one that called his heir 'Drop Dead Gorgeous' came up with," she said, only half teasing. One quickly learned that inu youkai without supervision could be troublesome, even when they didn't mean to.

"My love, Sesshomaru is a perfect name for him," he glanced at her and nodded. "Alright, I will tell you. Koinu."

"Puppy? Beloved, this is a warrior in there, he will not go by Puppy," Izayoi huffed. The naming of children was a father's duty, but between the there was no superior and submissive, they discussed things together.

"Okay, fair point," Touga chuckled. "What about Inushounen?"

"Touga..." Izayoi glared. "That's not much better than Koinu!"

"This is hard, darling," the general confessed. "I'm a man of action and few words, remember?"

"Just try. Some name you'd be proud to call our son by."

"I have one!" the daiyoukai hastily exclaim, as if afraid to make his wife any more irate with him. "Shoinu! Short for Shogun Inu!"

"Surely you jest, my love," Izayoi said flatly. She regarded her sheepishly smiling husband as he reached to adjust the tie around his ponytail. She sighed. "Very well, I shall give you more time to ponder this. Pick a name worthy of our son, my love. One that will sow fear in hearts of his enemies and bring smiles to faces of his friends."

"I will do my best," Touga promised and moved to embrace his wife. "Now, eat the liver, my love. You can't make me forget about it."

"I would never dream about it, beloved," Izayoi sighed with a smile.

In a world of swirling mists, where rock pillars and gigantic bones loomed overhead, sounds of a battle carried across the dead still air. Clouds of miasma poured from where Naraku was, taunting his foes, who tried to stay away from the poison and attack him.

Shards of diamond scattered across the sky, reducing rocks to dust, cutting across the barrier Naraku wrapped around himself.

A name rang in the dead silence, among other calls and noises. A name was screamed, whispered, seethed and every time it seemed to echo in a distant, loving and proud, call that no living being could hear. It added to the eager pulsing of Tessaiga's blade, it danced in the wild flowing mane of the charging boy swinging the sword to protect those he cared for.

"...Inuyasha..."