Yasha's Story

Disclaimer Note: I don't own Inuyasha

Author Note: I hope this chapter's longer. I'm a mom of twins, so I know what Inuyasha's going through. Some of this is from my experience and some my husband's, but we all have our own times with our children.

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Chapter 4: A Hanyou Child With Demonic Ways

WAAAAH!

Inuyasha grunted in his sleep while in his hut alone. He thought he was dreaming, but the shrill voice from next to him in the bassinet made him think twice.

WAAAAAAH!

"All right, I'm up," he yawned opening his eyes and looked at Yasha. He lifted the month old child in his arms and sighed. "You're not sick or anything," he noticed as the baby continued wailing. He checked her diaper to find it clean. He stood up and grabbed a baby bottle from the kitchen to give to her. She took it in her mouth and he walked around feeding the baby. "This makes the fourth time tonight, Yash," he said seriously. "You needed changing twice and you wanted attention the other few times. You don't want me to get any sleep, do you?" She finished the bottle and he burped her. He sat down in his rocking chair cradling her in his arms. She yawned and fell asleep. He put her to bed and went back to bed again. But before he was in a deep sleep....

WAAAAAAAAH!

"Damn," he whined.

Yasha was three months old when she slept through the night, which for Inuyasha, it was about time. But he not only wasn't used to the late night awakenings. He never had to change diapers and his first time nearly made him throw up and demons hardly got sick at all no matter how old they were. But he finally realized that diapers had to be changed constantly having accidentally forgotten one morning when he woke up late and...ugh! It was enough to give him goosebumps. But being a parent was fun at times. Yasha learned how to blow raspberries somehow and she wasn't afraid to let him know what she thought of him. He lay on his bed with his legs up to keep Yasha from falling while she sat on his stomach playing with her. "You love your daddy?" he asked. She looked at him and blew a raspberry at him. He laughed and did the same back causing a grin to cross her face. They had a contest to see who could blow the bigger raspberry, but Yasha won. He chuckled and studied her. "I love my little girl," he said causing her to grim again and laugh.

At four months, Yasha was learning to crawl and Inuyasha knew he had to move things out of the way. He had a play area full of toys and a small mirror to look at her reflection in a corner of the room, which she stayed in when he was cleaning house or cooking dinner. She could sit up alone just watching her father without a word as if learning what he was doing. She started jumping up and down while sitting down and whined causing Inuyasha to lift her in his arms and put her down in another part of the room while he sat in front of her. "Come here," he said holding his hands out to her. "Come to Daddy!" She sat there looking at him with a strange look on her face when she began jumping. "Yasha, you can do this," he coaxed. "Come on." She frowned before slowly starting to crawl toward him. "That's my girl," he praised. "Keep doing it, baby!" She reached his arms and he lifted her in them giving her a big hug. "I'm so proud of you!" he said happily. "You did so good!" Yasha answered by cooing and laughing clapping her hands with delight.

At six months, Yasha was working with walking, but would rather lay on the floor on a blanket and stick her foot in her mouth chewing on it. She was teething and now very fussy. Inuyasha sighed and removed her foot from her mouth and replaced it with a biscuit. She chewed hard on it almost biting his fingers before he had a chance to move them. Her baby fangs were loose and it hurt her a lot. He sat down next to her and brushed her long hair hoping that would soothe her a little. She relaxed and looked at him crawling in his lap. "I know it hurts," he sighed holding her close. "It won't be long before it'll stop." He kissed her forehead and sighed. Just then, someone knocked on the door. He lifted her in his arms and opened it to see his older brother Sesshomaru standing t.
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"What the hell are you doing here?" Inuyasha demanded. "Just came to see how my younger brother was doing," Sesshomaru said with his usual cold look. "I was the one who gave you this house, remember?" "How could I forget?" Inuyasha muttered sarcastically as Sesshomaru entered the room. "You've returned to normal size since the pregnacy," he noticed. "That means you must be doing well." "How did you know I was pregnant?" Inuyasha asked. "Word gets around," his older brother said. "Why would you be holding a six-month-old in the first place?" Yasha studied her uncle frowning. He lifted her in his arms and examined her. "Why do you have to do that?" Inuyasha demanded taking his daughter from him. "The child smells more demon than human," Sesshomaru noticed. "Maybe she has miko powers like her mother," Inuyasha said sternly. "They mix with her demon blood and of course she'll be more demon than human."

Sesshomaru frowned. "She'll be more powerful than you as she grows older, Inuyasha," he said. "Perhaps she'll need training when she's old enough." "I'll deal with that later," Inuyasha said sternly. "She's still a baby now." "I know that," Sesshomaru snapped. He handed Inuyasha a specially made staff. "When the child turns three, she's to keep this at all times," he said. "It will keep her demonic ways from harming others by holding her ultimate power." Inuyasha studied the staff and looked at Sesshomaru. "Why are you doing this?" he asked. "She's my niece and you're my brother," Sesshomaru said. "I came for that reason. But don't think one day I will kill you." With that, he turned on his heels and left. Inuyasha looked at the staff and sighed. "He's right," he whispered placing it in a safe area. Yasha stood up grabbing his leg while holding the fabric of his fire rat kimono tightly. "BAH!" she shouted. That usually meant she wanted her bottle.

He lifted her in his arms and handed her the bottle. She drank her milk while he put her in the play area and started dinner. That night, Inuyasha sat by Yasha's bedside as she slept in her bassinet studying her. "How could one so beautiful and perfect be so powerful?" he whispered brushing back some of her hair from her face. "I feel so sorry for her."

Kikyo was nowhere to be found as Yasha's first birthday approached. Then her second and third birthdays arrived and still no Kikyo. Inuyasha knew the priestess had a new job: taking care of the Shikon Jewel. He wondered if this jewel could grant him a wish of being a family finally. Yasha, meanwhile, had become a spunky three-year-old with the personality of someone beyond her years. She was known in the village as the three-year-old going on seventeen. She looked exactly like Inuyasha still and even had a kimono that was made from the same material as his, but in a fenimine look. She held the staff her uncle gave her as a baby constantly and could already do several attacks with her father's training. Her demonic powers that she could show without trouble were shape shifting and turning invisible, which she did when she was in trouble. Inuyasha, now twenty years old, was strict, but loving at the same time. Yasha was fiercly loyal to him and never left his side.

But one day, their lives would be changed forever and it started one afternoon in the summer...
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To Be Continued...