In the
Midnight
Silence
Of your
Room,
You listen
To Inuyasha's
Breathing-
Your brother,
Sounded
Like this
When he
Was a baby-
Soft, even,
Regular.

As with
Sota
Long ago,
You reach
Out
In wonder
As he
Sleeps-
Caressing
His hair,
His face,
His ears,
Ever
So
Gently…

Inuyasha's
Breathing
Catches,
His taloned
Hands tense,
You freeze
Only to relax,
Smiling
As with a
Soft
Ragged
Sigh
He settles
More deeply
In trust.