Splintered
The setting sun illuminated the dojo in red and orange hues.
Katsurou stamped his feet against the hardwood floors. He felt itchy and caged in. His mother stood next to him, a pillar of support, while his uncle and grandmother watched, waiting.
He knew the moment the sun had set. His body burned, and his energy pulsed out of control. His vision turned red.
"Mama, please..." He wanted her away from him. He could hurt her.
"It's alright, Katsurou. Don't be afraid." Her soft voice floated through his last bit of consciousness.
Manako's eyes widened as she watched her grandchild turn from a hanyou to a full demon. His power was raw and unrestrained. The room crackled with dark energy. His dark hair faded until it became silver. His eyes were blood-red.
Sesshoumaru made a move to grab the child, but Manako pushed him aside. Kagome remained next to him; despite that she knew her child was not in his right mind.
Manako swept the child into her arms and held his struggling snarling body.
Kagome watched in amazement as she felt the demoness's warm energy wash over them. It wasn't harmful or threatening, but it worked. Slowly, her son's clear amber eyes peeked over his grandmother's shoulder to look at her. Once again, he was able to stay in his demon form without losing control.
Katsurou laid his head on his grandmother's shoulder, disappearing into the thick white fur surrounding her.
"Thank you." He whispered against her.
Manako smiled, and ran her fingers through his long silver hair. She never thought that her heart could have this much affection for another being again. Looking at him brought back memories of her mate, of their hopes and dreams, and the wanting of more children that were never meant to be. It filled a void in her knowing that this child was a descendant of Inu no Taisho.
Touga had splintered their small pack when he took Izayoi as his wife. The only family she could call her own was Sesshoumaru, but this child gave her hope. A feeling of rightness washed over her. Kagome and her child would strengthen their pack, and make it whole again.
She narrowed her eyes at her son. If only he would pull his head out of his ass, she could have more grandchildren!