CHAPTER ONE: A Mother's Love

Disclaimer: No matter how many birthday candles I wish on,
Inu-Yasha is still not mine.

Author’s Ranting: This story is different from anything I
have written on this site. It is a one shot and I might
plan on doing a different point of view on the same story
if anyone wants, but I don’t plan on getting many reviews.
I am writing this a late birthday present for my self (it
was October 8th) and remember all flames will be put in the
office of my Nazi vice principal that won’t let me loiter
in the halls.

Notes: I do not know Sesshomaru’s mother’s name, so I gave
her the name Sakura, which is my Japanese fall back name.
Yeah I know this is weird and different, but it came to me
in a dream so I wrote it down. And also for all those who
don’t know, wet-nurses are women who still lactate do to
not having a baby that was suppose to have been. Noble
women in Europe at this time did not feed their children
themselves and the same in India. I do not know about
Japan, but I decided to keep it that way. Also this is an
one-shot and sorta AU.

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I have cursed myself everyday for not having more
children.

When I first married Inutaisho, I had my dreams laid out.
I saw a bright future ahead with many children and a happy
family. I knew my first children until a son was born,
would not be pampered, but after that I would have free
rule over all my children. I was happy with these thoughts
and went about for many years thinking them.

My first five children were still born. My next 3 died
with in a hour of life. I wept many hours for each of these
children. By the time I became pregnant a ninth time, I did
not a thing that would hurt my child. I was rewarded with a
healthy son, Sesshomaru.

As he was my husband’s heir, I had hardly a say in raising
him. I just hoped for more children so I could raise them.
I still loved Sesshomaru and spent every second I could
with him. To me, it was not enough. I needed a child I
could watch over for long periods of time and only I had
say in raising them. I became pregnant seven more times,
but each child was still born or died within a few hours.

After this, I noticed a certain coolness in my husbands
demeanor. Less and less did he visit my bed at night or
visit me at all. I knew he had taken a mistress. Be she
human or youkai, I knew she existed. Most women who have
raised hell at this idea, but I did not. I have failed my
husband in my most sacred duty, bare him strong, healthy
children.

A few months later, Inutaisho out right admitted to having
a mistress. A young human girl, daughter of a powerful
lord. He had to. She had birthed him a child. I was in
shock that he now had a child. He was begging me for my
forgiveness. What to do. As a good wife I should forgive
him. He was also asking for time to go visit his child. I
loved my husband dearly and was about to tell him this when
I thought of something.

The child was half human. No one would except a warrior,
girl or boy, out of a hanyou. The child would not be
excepted by his human family. They would kill it. Inutaisho
most be moving it to a safer place. So I did the one thing
I could think of to make him show his forgiveness.

I asked for the child.

He at first was shocked. Then slowly started to talk to
me, convince me to not go down that path. I know he thought
I wanted to kill the child. I didn’t. I wanted another
child. A child that was just mine to watch and protect. A
child that I could raise and pamper and love. I wanted the
child I was suppose to have, but this woman had in my
stead. I wanted the baby that rightfully belonged to me.

Inutaisho spent days trying to change my mine. Normally I
would have given in by now, but I was more then determined
to have this child. I remained icy on this subject. Every
time he asked me to forget it, I told him every argument
was making the end seem worse. In the end, he bowed his
head and went to get me my prize, the baby.


After he left, I sent to work immediately planning for
the child’s arrival. I found all the best wet-nurses,
maids, and guards to watch the child. I found painters and
craftsmen to design the room. By the end of the week, the
room was fit for any royal child to be raised in.

Sesshomaru was by a now a grown man. He was himself
looking for a mate. He asked me why I was so in love with
this child that I did not even know the sex of. I looked at
him and smiled. I told him with every pregnancy I have had,
I have been in love with the child. But of the nearly
twenty I have had, only one lived to adulthood. This child
needed to live. I needed to love this child as much as I
loved him. I needed this child. He never again spoke
another word of the subject to me.

I had also already come up with a name. If it was girl, it
would be Keiko, after my dear mother. If it was a boy it
would be Inu-Yasha, after the founding father of my clan. I
set to work to make clothes that any baby could wear until
I knew more about the child.

Messengers arrived soon to bring news. The child was fine
and healthy, which was a huge relief to me. It was also a
boy. I smiled, Inu-Yasha it was then. Inutaisho was on his
way here with him. Now my entire family would be together.
But the next news sadden me. His biological mother had
nearly torn her home in two when Inutaisho said he was
taking the child away from her. She had wept for days,
pleading and begging for her child who she had not even
named yet.

A part of me felt guilty. I understood her pain. Many
children had been ripped from my arms at young age. But
then logic hit me. The woman was young and strong. The
messengers had reported to me that the midwife had nay a
problem birthing the child. She would have many children
with a human lord. What sort of life would the babe led in
her world. Many would question the same to me, but I was a
strong youkai, and could protect my child. Yes, he was my
child now.

Inutaisho gave me the baby the next afternoon. He had been
happily cuddling it when I walked in. He gave me the child
with a somber look and was shocked to see the pure joy in
my face. I held the child as gently as possible and started
humming lullabies to him. The child had a look similar to
his father. Large golden eyes, long whitish hair, and two
dog ears perched on his head I began doing a nonsense dance
of joy holding the baby. When Inutaisho still looked
puzzled I told him that we now had another baby.

I began leading my life around Inu-Yasha. I was in his
nursery before he awoke and did not leave to after he was
asleep. I made sure his nurses were always of good health
before feeding him and no one with illness could enter his
room. I sang him songs of my childhood and told him
stories. Sesshomaru came to visit me often and see his
brother. I scolded him when he referred to Inu-Yasha as his
half brother. The child may have not come from my womb, but
I was his mother.

Inutaisho paid more and more visits to me. He would spend
evenings in the nursery, just talking with me and playing
with Inu-Yasha. At night, our love bloomed again.

It wasn’t surprising that I soon became pregnant again. I
would pat my slowly growing belly and hold Inu-Yasha. I
began having another cradle put in his room. I was not
going to abandon Inu-Yasha because I was having another
baby. No, like him and Sesshomaru, they would be siblings.
I watched Inu-Yasha that night, the night he turned full
human and smiled. Soon I would have another nearly like
him. Another child to pamper and love.

With the coming of the new baby, Inutaisho wanted to
discuss Inu-Yasha’s education. I thought it early, but he
told me with two babies so close together, we needed one
out of the way. I wanted him to become a scholar. Inutaisho
agreed, but also wanted him to learn fighting. We went into
a stalemate with this for days. I did not want my baby to
become a fighter. I had lost Sesshomaru that way and did
not plan on losing another to war craft. But Inutaisho
finally won. He used his last resort and asked what would
happen to the child if he, Sesshomaru, and I died. He would
be the heir and with the wars with the Panther clan quickly
approaching, it may happen. I relented for the first time
since Inu-Yasha’s birth.

The next months flew by quickly and I became bigger and
bigger. Inu-Yasha became a curious little cherub and
started poking my stomach and asking why Mommy was so fat.
That had to be the happiest moment in my life, he called me
Mommy. One day while I was in the garden with him, I felt
horrible cramps. I called a guard and he carried me to my
room. A mid-wife was called. I had gone into labor. I
prayed and prayed through my tears and sweat that the baby
would be fine. I prayed until my last breath and even then
in death I kept praying.

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Sakura ended up dying that night along with her new baby,
a girl. Inu-Yasha was returned to his mother, who soon
became Inutaisho’s new mate. Sesshomaru could never forgive
his father for having an affair or Inu-Yasha for taking his
mother’s love. In heaven Sakura was reunited with her
children, but was not happy for she deeply missed
Sesshomaru and Inu-Yasha. She was soon reincarnated as a
priestess, by the name of Kikyou.




The End.