***Still Not my characters***
~Son~
"What will you call him?" He asked her.
"I will call him son, a Father should name his firstborn," She said not even looking up from the small bundle in her arms. He never thought she could look so motherly. Her regal bearing was one that exhumed power. To see her looking with such blatant devotion and affection was, inspiring.
Toga blinked away the sudden sentiment and reached for the child. Curious what he would find, wanting to know if he would care for this small being, better or worse than his own Father?
The memories of a long-dead sire who sought to kill him marred the moment.
When a small pale face came into his view, he knew.
He would not be the same.
His son…
He looked like his mother, odd that it did not bother him, a moon upon his brow two streaks across his cheekbones.
A tiny clawed hand clenched tightly as he began squirming. Toga took his little fist in hand, noting the stripes that wrapped around his small arms, using a thumb he coxed the hand to open.
The child's Yokai pulsed and flowed within the small confines of his body, reacting to his.
The small child's power concentrated in his little hands, he could feel it as memories haunted him, and it took him by extreme surprise.
Poison claws, like the grandfather he would never know.
Small, golden eyes blinked up at him, a face so solemn and still that Toga grinned. This boy would one day be mighty.
It was not an over inflated father's affection; he could feel the child's aura right down to his bones.
"He will need to be named before the world ends." She mocked him lightly.
"Sesshomaru," He stated. Knowing, without knowing how, that it suited him.
She quirked a brow but nodded "Sesshomaru" She said, as though trying it out. "You have what you wanted from me."
Toga cast her a small glare.
"It is true," She shrugged.
"Will you abandon us?" He demanded, more than a little worried that this son he so wanted would fall into his care alone. He felt suddenly inadequate.
"No," She sighed slowly, laying her slender finger against the boy's cheek in a gentle fashion. "For now, I am content."
**End**