InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I Loved Him ❯ I Loved Him as a Son Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Light-Eco-Sage 
Izayoi teaches her son how to read and write to give him a better chance at life.
"Inuyasha" is owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 483 | Status: Work In Progress
Izayoi teaches her son how to read and write to give him a better chance at life.
"Inuyasha" is owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 483 | Status: Work In Progress
LES: Next up: Izayoi, of course! Just so you guys know: I have no idea how grammar works when it comes to medieval Japanese kanji… or Japanese at all, really. So I’m kinda cheating and making it like English. It’s probably wrong, though. I know that different languages will handle grammar very differently.
Chapter II: I Loved Him as a Son, Part 2
Just as she promised her mate before he died, Izayoi stayed strong for the sake of her son. And he needed that strength. The first years of his life were spent in ignorant comfort. Izayoi kept her son to herself, hidden away from the rest of her family and the people in the village. When he became a toddler he left the confines of his mother’s room to explore the rest of the house. Thankfully, he was still too young to understand the looks of disgust that he received from his human family.
Not for the first time, Izayoi wondered to herself what her family saw wrong with her son. It was true that his father was a Youkai, but Inuyasha was just about the same in terms of personality to any human child. The only real difference between him and the other young children at his age was that his senses worked much better than a human’s.
Inuyasha was, by and large, a happy and curious child and almost completely unaware that he was any different from his human mother.
He was incredibly intelligent. When he was just three years old, he took an interest in his mother’s writing and asked her if she could teach him after Izayoi explained the concept of reading and writing to him. He took to his lessons with enthusiasm rarely seen in young children.
The first word she taught him to write was his own name, Inuyasha. She showed him how to hold the brush and gently held his hand in hers as she guided him in the motions needed to put his name to paper. It only took a few tries for the child’s scribble to become a recognizable form of his name.
Her father had seen her teaching Inuyasha how to write her name and frankly told her not to bother with educating her son, believing that Inuyasha would never be able to learn how to read or write. But Izayoi ignored her father and persisted with teaching her son. All ready he had come much further than anyone would have thought and, while his childish penmanship left much to be desired he was much further ahead than any human child his age.
Izayoi held her son on her lap, and he watched intently as she wrote three words down on the paper. The first and last words were ones that Inuyasha knew very well: his name and his mother’s name (though he always read the word ‘Izayoi’ as ‘Mama’). But the middle word was one that was completely new to him. “Mama, what’s that word?” Inuyasha asked, pointed out the middle word with a clawed finger as he gazed up at her.
“It means ‘loves’, darling.” Izayoi answered.
Inuyasha grinned brightly in response and ran his claw down the small sentence as he read it. “Mama loves Inuyasha.”
She embraced him. “That’s right. Mama loves you very much.”
He reached for the ink brush and Izayoi gave it to him. He leaned closer to the paper, writing down some words much slower than Izayoi could. But she waited patiently for him to finish. He looked so adorable when he was concentrating on something: his ears on alert and sometimes even sticking his tongue out a little.
A few minutes later, Inuyasha proudly displayed the results of his work. The words were hardly perfect, but Izayoi could understand what he wrote down perfectly. As he had done, Izayoi ran her finger down the words as she read them: “Inuyasha loves Mama.” Izayoi embraced him and he turned around in her grip, hugging her back. This was almost exactly how they stayed when it was his human night. “I’m so proud of you, my darling.” And she was. ‘Loves’ had been the first word that he was able to write without her first guiding his hand in the strokes.
She rubbed his little puppy ears as a reward, and she was rewarded in turn by a soft purr from her son as he nuzzled into his mother, freely enjoying the ear-rub.
She knew that life would not always be this easy for them. Inuyasha had yet to meet anyone who would call him a hanyou. For the most part, they were ignored by her family and that was many times better than the treatment they would receive when he was exposed to more than her family. She also knew that the best thing she could do for him was make his younger years as happy as she could. She would love him and adore him when no one else would. He was not simply a hanyou to her, but her precious son.
“Never forget how much I love you, my precious Inuyasha.” Izayoi told him.
“I won’t, Mama, promise.” The small boy promised.
And Izayoi did do everything in her power to comfort and protect Inuyasha for the time she had with him. She stayed up with him on his human nights, holding him to herself as a constant reassurance that she was still there with him. She comforted him the first time that someone called him a hanyou and she had to explain to him what he was and tell him that his life would not always be happy or carefree. She did everything she could to heal him when he was violently rejected by his older brother, Sesshomaru. Her mate had been right. Sesshomaru would not kill his younger brother, but he did not hold back on punishing the young boy for calling him ‘brother’ either. When everyone else turned their back, Izayoi was still with Inuyasha.
Even when the sickness took her before her time when her son was still much too young to be alone and forced to find a way to take care of himself in a harsh world that bore him nothing but hatred; Izayoi’s spirit continued to watch over her son.
Sometimes, when he slept, Inuyasha would feel his mother’s arms wrap around him, holding him like she used to. He thought that he was imagining the feeling, but it was enough to remind him that he had been loved, and that was enough.
Chapter II: I Loved Him as a Son, Part 2
Just as she promised her mate before he died, Izayoi stayed strong for the sake of her son. And he needed that strength. The first years of his life were spent in ignorant comfort. Izayoi kept her son to herself, hidden away from the rest of her family and the people in the village. When he became a toddler he left the confines of his mother’s room to explore the rest of the house. Thankfully, he was still too young to understand the looks of disgust that he received from his human family.
Not for the first time, Izayoi wondered to herself what her family saw wrong with her son. It was true that his father was a Youkai, but Inuyasha was just about the same in terms of personality to any human child. The only real difference between him and the other young children at his age was that his senses worked much better than a human’s.
Inuyasha was, by and large, a happy and curious child and almost completely unaware that he was any different from his human mother.
He was incredibly intelligent. When he was just three years old, he took an interest in his mother’s writing and asked her if she could teach him after Izayoi explained the concept of reading and writing to him. He took to his lessons with enthusiasm rarely seen in young children.
The first word she taught him to write was his own name, Inuyasha. She showed him how to hold the brush and gently held his hand in hers as she guided him in the motions needed to put his name to paper. It only took a few tries for the child’s scribble to become a recognizable form of his name.
Her father had seen her teaching Inuyasha how to write her name and frankly told her not to bother with educating her son, believing that Inuyasha would never be able to learn how to read or write. But Izayoi ignored her father and persisted with teaching her son. All ready he had come much further than anyone would have thought and, while his childish penmanship left much to be desired he was much further ahead than any human child his age.
Izayoi held her son on her lap, and he watched intently as she wrote three words down on the paper. The first and last words were ones that Inuyasha knew very well: his name and his mother’s name (though he always read the word ‘Izayoi’ as ‘Mama’). But the middle word was one that was completely new to him. “Mama, what’s that word?” Inuyasha asked, pointed out the middle word with a clawed finger as he gazed up at her.
“It means ‘loves’, darling.” Izayoi answered.
Inuyasha grinned brightly in response and ran his claw down the small sentence as he read it. “Mama loves Inuyasha.”
She embraced him. “That’s right. Mama loves you very much.”
He reached for the ink brush and Izayoi gave it to him. He leaned closer to the paper, writing down some words much slower than Izayoi could. But she waited patiently for him to finish. He looked so adorable when he was concentrating on something: his ears on alert and sometimes even sticking his tongue out a little.
A few minutes later, Inuyasha proudly displayed the results of his work. The words were hardly perfect, but Izayoi could understand what he wrote down perfectly. As he had done, Izayoi ran her finger down the words as she read them: “Inuyasha loves Mama.” Izayoi embraced him and he turned around in her grip, hugging her back. This was almost exactly how they stayed when it was his human night. “I’m so proud of you, my darling.” And she was. ‘Loves’ had been the first word that he was able to write without her first guiding his hand in the strokes.
She rubbed his little puppy ears as a reward, and she was rewarded in turn by a soft purr from her son as he nuzzled into his mother, freely enjoying the ear-rub.
She knew that life would not always be this easy for them. Inuyasha had yet to meet anyone who would call him a hanyou. For the most part, they were ignored by her family and that was many times better than the treatment they would receive when he was exposed to more than her family. She also knew that the best thing she could do for him was make his younger years as happy as she could. She would love him and adore him when no one else would. He was not simply a hanyou to her, but her precious son.
“Never forget how much I love you, my precious Inuyasha.” Izayoi told him.
“I won’t, Mama, promise.” The small boy promised.
And Izayoi did do everything in her power to comfort and protect Inuyasha for the time she had with him. She stayed up with him on his human nights, holding him to herself as a constant reassurance that she was still there with him. She comforted him the first time that someone called him a hanyou and she had to explain to him what he was and tell him that his life would not always be happy or carefree. She did everything she could to heal him when he was violently rejected by his older brother, Sesshomaru. Her mate had been right. Sesshomaru would not kill his younger brother, but he did not hold back on punishing the young boy for calling him ‘brother’ either. When everyone else turned their back, Izayoi was still with Inuyasha.
Even when the sickness took her before her time when her son was still much too young to be alone and forced to find a way to take care of himself in a harsh world that bore him nothing but hatred; Izayoi’s spirit continued to watch over her son.
Sometimes, when he slept, Inuyasha would feel his mother’s arms wrap around him, holding him like she used to. He thought that he was imagining the feeling, but it was enough to remind him that he had been loved, and that was enough.