The Puppy
He was white like a statue in the middle of the dark forest. Crying of a child could be heard in the distance, drawing everyone — wolves, hungry youkai, and Sesshomaru. The crowns of the trees rustled, and the moon didn't peek out from the clouds. Everything was preparing for murder — you don't need to be a demon to understand this.
Sesshomaru took a step and froze again. A small youkai rustled past like a snake. It was very simple to swallow the whole child just one bite. One — there is Inuyasha, two — there is no more father's mistake.
But Sesshomaru believed that his chichi could never make a mistake!..
No matter how Sesshomaru tried to convince himself, he couldn't leave — he cut all the demons with one lazy wave of his hand. The flash of claws was like lightning. Green-brown flesh fell onto the ground of the grave and Inuyasha's white hair. The dog's ears pressed to the head first, then stood up curiously. The boy, hugging his mother's grave, raised his tear-stained eyes in disbelief. The color of gold was the same as Sesshomaru's. The face was grimy, desperate, and the haori, inherited from his father, was dirty.
Sesshomaru didn't say anything.
He didn't call, he didn't resign himself, he didn't promise — the puppy followed him on his own that night.