Baby's First
- By: FallenFan77
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Author's Note
Another chapter minna-san. You guys make me smile with your kind reviews! Sorry it took long for this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, but I do own Makoto and Kisara.
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She has heard it once, just a week ago, the one year old sat thinking about it.
That word.
It caused her head to spin and feel…lower than the dirt. She never felt that way before, ever.
"Kisara aren't you going to finish your food, are you not hungry?" her mother had asked her. The one year old looked up at her mother who stared at her curiously.
"Mama…I'm not hungry," Kisara said, pushing the bowl away from her and continued on not gazing up at her family.
Makoto was slurping down his miso soup as if he hadn't eaten in days and so was her father which brought a smile on her face. Her brother would repeat the same actions her father would do, like slam the bowl quick but softly, on the table.
Kagome studied her daughter's movements and expression, what was wrong? Did she do something wrong to make her feel so beaten down? She stared at her husband and he did too in return, both parents exchanging looks of worry for their child.
Kisara wondered, eyes trailing to look at her brother, did he ever hear that word as well? Possibly, but he might not have been as affected as she was.
That word.
Because of that word, it had diminished all the bubbly happiness within her, it pained her to hear it.
When travelers that would have children along with them passed by when she and her mother were in the village, they'd give her looks.
Disgusted looks. That is what they would send in her way. Now matter how much she tried to ignore it, how tight her hands would clench at the sadness, and agony behind the word. She had heard the whispers the children's mother would say about her own mother, it made her angry, furious of them saying such a thing.
Why would they call her mother, unpure and cleansed from her purification abilities. What she heard of from them, "a miko of all things pure why would she be infatuated with a demon- especially a half demon," they had said.
She wouldn't dare repeat the nasty things they had said behind her mother's back, but the word they had called her, a harlot for a half demon.
Kisara scrunched her nose, trying to stop herself from crying - in a way it helped and yet it didn't, she could feel them trying to ease its way to her eyelids. Blinking her tears away, she knew her father had smelt them, even her brother.
Noticing them, except her mother that was too busy stirring the soup, looked at her. "Kisara," her father said, hushed as a whisper that drifted to her ears.
Kisara got off her chair and scurried out of the room. Inuyasha furrowed his brows and settled his bowl on the table, getting off from his chair as well, and followed his daughter.
Kagome turned around and tilted her head to only notice her son eating. "What happened?"
"Dunno," Makoto said, too concentrated in his second bowl of miso soup to follow his father and sister.
"Well, if your father wants his third bowl of soup, he'd better come quick," Kagome settled down in her chair and began to eat, finally relaxing after a long days work.
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Kisara swung her feet back and forth, perched up in a tree, she was only ten feet above the air. She couldn't handle high trees and the climb for her age would be exhausting.
For a one year old she seemed as if she were only five if she were human.
"Oi. Pup, what's wrong?" Inuyasha had taken a medium jump and with it, he had ended up in the branch where his daughter was.
Kisara's eyes widened in surprise, not even sensing - although she lacked spiritual power - or even smelling her father near her. She shook her head and looked at her clawed fingers.
Inuyasha 'keh-ed' and didn't miss the look on her face when she was lost in her thoughts.
Is being a half breed that bad? Is that why some of the new children don't play with me and big brother? Her ears drooped and her face had a pained filled expression.
"Kisara, if somethin' is bothering you, tell me." Kisara looked at her father, eyes now glimmering with the tears that did not fall.
"Papa…what is a half breed?"
Inuyasha's heart stopped abruptly at the question, his hands subconsciously gripped on his knees, he never thought he'd be asked such a question.
He never thought...
How he wished to protect them from the words that would be shot at his children.
"Is it…bad?" his daughter had asked.
Suddenly, Kisara was placed on her father's lap and he hugged her to him, while all she did was stare in questioning and confusion.
There was a glinting shine in the corner of his eyes, Kisara had noticed and gasped softly. Eyes widened at the unshed tear that didn't trail down to complete its journey down her father's cheeks.
Why would he cry, rather - why would he want to cry for just a sole question. "Papa?" she said but it came out as a question, her voice quivering as she tried to make her father regain his previous posture, the strong and mighty father she had.
"Kisara you know that you are different, right?" he asked her, plain and simple.
"Yes. But, mama said being different is good. It is what separates you from others and it can either be good or bad, depending on the person," Kisara answered remembering her mother's words when her brother had asked why the other children won't play with them.
"Mhm…a half breed, well a half demon is a child born of a ningen and a full demon. You do know what a ningen is," Inuyasha said, his eyes glancing at his daughter.
"Of course I do," she said, trying to bring a content smile to her face but the look on her father's face brought a sad one instead of a bright one.
"Their child has both of their parent's blood, marking them as a being of two different worlds. In this time you rarely see any hanyō around, because humans don't…like in someway to say, the demons. Do you understand?"
Kisara nodded, letting the words sink in her brain, several times her brows would furrow to understand.
"So I'm a hanyō, but that isn't bad is it?" Kisara questioned.
"No," Inuyasha said, his teeth gritted and suddenly he felt something on his cheek. Kisara placed her palm of her hand on her father's cheek, understanding now.
Knowing that he must've gone through the same. Even if a hanyō was considered something unacceptable, she didn't care.
She had people who loved her for who she was and what she was.
Author's Note
Hello thank you for reading everyone! Thank you to all who reviewed, I can't reply today, because I have to visit my grandmama. Until then! Don't forget to vote what story for me to update next!