A father and his sons

The Fire

Izayoi pov
The smoke struck me like a slap.
I felt the baby crown.
I struggled to hear what was being said around me, but the fire blazed and crackled.
Finally with a cry the baby was born, i looked and smiled at my baby:
A little boy, he had soft white hair and small dog ears atop his head.
He was beautiful.
I snaped my eyes away from him at a sudden voice.
"Come, we need to leave." Inutashio lifted me and carried me through my home as it burn.
I laid in his grasp but, suddenly i heard the crack of a beam.
"Look out!" I pushed my self off of his arms leaving my baby in his arms.
The beam fell on me.
Inutashio pov
I stared in awe as this human woman, she was traped under a beam. Her breath was quiet yer short and laboured.
I laid the child down in a bread basket near by before I went to lift the beam off his mother.
"D..dont, there wont be time."
"What are you saying, Im not-"
"I have been sick, they do not know what it is."
She looked up at me,
"If you take the beam, I will die before his fifth year." She reached her hand up to my face, I leaned to her touch.
"In your customs, a last wish is to be granted know matter what." She pulled me close to her mouth, she wispered
"Let this Inutashio, be my Izayoi yagays last and final wish before I find my after life's rest," she looked over at the baby, "My baby, I want him to grow as a prince. Learn *cough cough* to be refined and loving, yet rule with peace and love in mind." She forcefully pulled her eyes away from the baby, "My final wish is he grow with his brother and father." She smiled and tugged a strand of her hair out handing it to me, "but, know I love him." She laid her head onto the floor.
"Please, let it be heeded, now run before they come." She pushed me away, I ran towards an opening I looked back I saw her still smiling and wispering a prayer.
I quickley transformed and left to atop a hill overlooking her home, the fire crakled and smolderd.
The baby cryed softly moving his head around trying to find a way to nurse.
I sighed letting soft tears fall as I looked over the small child.
Short, soft, white hair and pale snowlike skin.
He cried softly, wriggling in his blanket.
I kissed atop his head letting my own tears fall.