The Wolf Miko
Author's note: Okay I thought I would put how the other half lived. . And please if you have any flames, be nice about it. Again editing is being done by Kittenn1011. And neither Inuyasha nor Harry potter belong to me, even though I wish I did. TT. well enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter Six
Pain & Sorrow Through the Ages
It had been raining for the past few days.Night and day a boy would stand and or lean over the well waiting and waiting for a person who wouldn't come. "Inuyasha!" Said a woman holding an infant that had black hair and cute little puppy ears. "Poor thing. Kagome won't come back Inuyasha." Sango said placing a supportive hand on the Hanyou's shaking shoulder. "She won't come back. She should have been here already if she cared."
" What did Naraku do?" Inuyasha's voice came to Sango broken and lost; the child in her arms began to cry. "I think he wants you." Sango said holding out the little bundle. Inuyasha stood in response. "Here give the pup to me." Inuyasha turned but didn't let Sango see his eyes that where filled with pain and hate, he held out his hands to receive the child. "Hey, pup, your moms not coming back. She, she's gone." Inuyasha spoke to his son in a broken voice that he let go only for the second time in his life. "Pleas stop crying, your mother will always love you, she just can't come back, she would want you happy and safe and that is what I'm going to try and do for you Yukura."
Inuyasha said sitting with the boy in his arms that began to calm down and bury his head in his father's kimono. "Why does it have to be like this? Why did he do this to me? First with Kikyou and now he tried the same damn trick again only now with Kagome, if that wasn't enough he tricked Sesshomaru, not that that idiot didn't deserve it, but Nanako had gone through too much to get her heart broken again. Now they probably hate us both. I can bet my life that if we ever saw each other again it would end up like Kikyou and me." Inuyasha asked himself and figured how he was going to live, as a single parent for the next five hundred years to wait to see the person who still held his heart, and see her broken expression of hate pain and distrust.
Will she try and kill me, like Kikyou did? Or will she forgive me and understand? This is what Inuyasha was trapped in; he was trapped within his own doubts and weaknesses.
It was tough seeing her companion go through such pain and confusion. When Sango first met Inuyasha, she eventually figured his life was full of some kind of uneasiness, she knew during some point in his life he would have been shunned and hated, and discriminated for being who and what he was, he couldn't help it, but Kagome was the one person who loved him, truly loved him, for his burden of being a half-breed, an outsider. She stayed with him because she was his friend and he was hers. She also wanted to be by Kagome's side to comfort her in times of need, but mostly to get her brother back and avenge her family and fallen comrades, but now more than ever she wanted to make Naraku pay for the pain she new he cause between her two most dearest friends.
It didn't take a genius to see she cared for the people who were close to her. She got annoyed at the monk that was her fighting companion, protector, and possibly even her lover, she may even admit she loved the man but his curse, his habits where at times too much to bear and she would confide in Kirara's son to ail her pain and loneliness. These feelings where not hers alone but they were Shippo's and Miroku's as well. Shippo wanted the girl who had grown to be a woman and his foster mother back for himself, Yukura, and Inuyasha's sake, even though the Hanyou who treated him as a nuisance and would go overboard with hitting him as a disciplinary act. He still cared for the Hanyou who had grown to be somewhat of a father figure to the little Kitsune. Miroku would constantly worry if Sango, Inuyasha, Shippo, or even he would ever find happiness. The way things looked it seemed that this battle of hate and destruction would never end.
Sesshomaru would constantly be alone, wondering to himself of what could he have done to mad Nanako leave, the woman, the girl who had been his mate, as Stusokei had. Was that the reason? Was Stusokei the reason for her leave of absence, she no longer wanted to be with him? Or was this what fate had set for him? Was he to be a single father for the rest of his days? To be raised without the care and understanding that only his children's mother knew how to teach them?
He could only give them tough love and not quite understand everything, he hardly new how to comfort the young children and he would probably teach them the wrong way of things if he raised them on his own, he wouldn't intent this but the children would take it as their father hating them and their mother abandoning them. Sesshomaru didn't want his children, no Nanako's children to think such things. He wanted to explain how he would do such a thing. Would he become soft? Or was there another way of directing his children on the correct path. Who caused this? Why? How? Sesshomaru didn't know. He didn't know what Inuyasha and the others knew. He was to be stuck not knowing if Nanako hated him or was in pain and loneliness as well.
"Daddy?" A small voice came from the doorway of Sesshomaru's quarters. "What is it Ichiro?" Sesshomaru said staring out the window into the courtyard of where he, Nanako and the children would play kimari. "I had a bad dream and mamas not here." the little boy said rubbing his eyes and starting to cry. "Come here Ichiro," Sesshomaru said sternly not looking at the boy and yet not saying this in an emotionless tone because he had learned to let go of it. The small child came to his father holding the stuffed dog his mother had given him to sleep with. "Daddy is you going to send me to bed?" Ichiro said with his ears flat on his head, tears running down his cheeks. Sesshomaru looked away from his painful memories and into the sad eyes of his only son and realized that his eyes reflected exactly what he himself was feeling. Instead of doing what he would do to the child, he did what his loving mother would do; this boy needed comfort, not discipline. "No." Sesshomaru said gently, picking up the boy and held him in his arms, feeling ease and relief in doing so.
"Daddy do you still love mommy?" Ichiro asked looking up at his strong father. Sesshomaru looked at his son realizing how the boy thought of him, if there was anything Sesshomaru felt like, it wasn't strong, in fact he felt the weakest he had in his entire life. He felt lost, alone, and surprising to even him, felt like crying, did Nanako still love him as he still did her?
Was she even alive? Was Nanako somewhere and needing him to help? Was she in pain and dying? Sesshomaru avoided as much as he could possibly allowing himself to think of those questions. If he was going to shed tears, he would not do it in his son's presents and in the seclusion of his room, with the doors closed.
"Yes Ichiro I still love your mother, and always will." Sesshomaru stated looking to the moon. Holding his son protectively, in responses Ichiro clung to his father, missing his mother, and wanting his father, uncle and sisters happy again. "Will we ever see mama again?" Ichiro asked sleepily. "I certainly hope so." Sesshomaru said looking down at his now sleeping son. "Sleep well my boy, sleep well." Sesshomaru said taking Ichiro into his room that looks like a modern day toddler's room.
Sesshomaru decided it would do him some good to take a walk, and maybe he would decide he wouldn't let himself cry. Jaken looked out the door to the pigota and saw his master in the rain, looking to the moon in seldom peace. Unknown to all but him, Sesshomaru could not stop the tears from leaking, Sesshomaru let his pain go in this way and at this time, His tears blended with the rain, cold rain drops combined with his hot tears caused a sensation of comfort, relief, and unfilled longing for the cure to his pain.
Author's not: ok people I know this is short and kinda off subject from what the last chapter ended on but I'm on writer's block for that part, so I decided to go the feudal era to see how the people there where doing. please bear with me. This is sort of a filler chapter. Pleas review I need some support. I'm been running on almost nothing.