InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ An Innocent Affair ❯ Hello, Mother ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimers: I do not own InuYasha or any of the manga/anime characters. They belong to the wonderful genius Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Written for the iy_themes community at LiveJournal. The prompt was “Return” and the limit 300 words.

 

 

Title: Hello, Mother

Rating: G

Type: Canon; post-manga

Word Count: 293

Characters: Sesshomaru, Rin, InuYasha, SessMom

Summary: Sesshomaru's mother returns to Inuyama castle.

 

 

Hello, Mother

 

“Mother.”

 

“Hello, Sesshomaru,” she replied as they approached each other.

 

“I see you have met the ha— InuYasha,” he commented.

 

“At least someone here had the manners to meet your mother upon her arrival,” Sesshomaru's mother quipped.

 

“We were not expecting you,” the Daiyoukai responded.

 

“Weren't you?” she asked cryptically.

 

“Perhaps.” Sesshomaru turned to his half-brother. “You have never met—”

 

InuYasha grinned. “I saw her flying in, and she looked just like you. Then she transformed, and you look just like her. It wasn't hard to figure out who she was.”

 

“Well, you did take a little convincing,” she stated. “It's not like you welcomed me with open arms.”

 

The hanyou caught the look that crossed his brother's face, if ever so briefly. “Feh. It's not like I attacked her or anything. I just asked her intentions.”

 

“And I said I was here to see you and your wife, and I promised to tell him about his mother for bringing me to you.” A flash of silver caught her eye. “And who is this?”

 

“Kazuki,” InuYasha called the young boy to him.

 

The elder Inuyoukai apprised the boy that had run to his father's side and was clinging to his leg, half hiding and half curious about their visitor. “Interesting.”

 

“That my brother is clearly hanyou, but his offspring appears purebred?” Sesshomaru was referring to the delicate tapered ears that the youngster had in addition to the fangs and claws he had inherited from his father.

 

“You should have started sooner, my son.”

 

Rin joined them and bowed to their visitor - well at least as much as her advanced pregnancy would allow. “What should he have begun earlier, my lady?”

 

“Producing offspring. I want to know what my great-grandchildren will look like.”