Disclaimer: I do not own these characters they belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Masashi Kishimoto.
"Why did you call me here?" Sasuke demanded, his eyes sweeping cautiously around the cabin's living room. "In fact, how did you call me here would suffice."
After he had arrived, Kagome had ignored his questions at first and refused to answer until he came inside.
The living room he saw now was small, but cozy with a western theme. A small, brick fireplace was on the north side of the wall and, closely placed in front of it, was a small sofa and a low wooden table.
He glanced back and looked Kagome in the eye.
"Do you remember the night before I left Konoha?" Kagome asked instead, ignoring his questions.
"What of it?" The Uchiha growled, he didn't want to remember. He knew that it would only cause him more pain.
"I…I've wanted to tell you something for awhile. I know I shouldn't have kept it from you, that you deserved to know…" She gushed, surprising even herself with the onslaught of words.
"Is there a point in this little speech?" Sasuke interrupted sharply.
"I wanted…" She paused to take a deep breath and gather her courage, "I wanted to tell you about…about your son." Kagome looked down and motioned for the small boy behind her to step out.
Sasuke stepped back, shock crashing through him. 'A son? Wha…?' He looked down at the boy and then back up at Kagome, then down again, not comprehending. The second time he looked, he noticed the tiny black ears sitting on top of the mass of black hair on the boy's head.
"What the hell is he?" He whispered, taking another step back.
"He's a hanyou. I'm a demon, you're a human, essentially that ends with him being half of each." Kagome was watching the Uchiha's actions cautiously. 'What will he do?'
"A monster…he's a monster." Sasuke shook his head while glaring at the boy. He tried to ignore the pang in his chest when tears welled in the child's obsidian eyes.
"How can you say that? He's your son, damn it!" She cried, placing herself in front of Sukayu once again.
Sasuke merely shook his head.
Quiet sobs escaped Sukayu's small throat and he trembled slightly. His father hated him, but why? He had heard stories from his mother all his life, stories about his father being great and strong. His mother said that his father loved her and that, when he saw him, his father would love him too.
For the first time in a long time, his mother was wrong.
"You know what Sasuke, go to hell!" Kagome screamed, turning and embracing her son.
"I only wanted you to know that he existed. You don't have to stay and you don't have to claim him, but…either way he is still your son and he is still here, no matter what." She murmured in a deadly voice, venom dripping in every syllable.
Sasuke paused in the doorway as he was leaving the cabin and looked back and down at the two. A younger version of his own face stared up at him, hurt and betrayal shining in his matching eyes. It was the same look, Sasuke realized, the same look that had been in his own eyes all those years ago.
When Itachi had murdered his family.
With a feeling of horror, Sasuke fled.