So Yamazaki is having inner turmoil, review and give him love people!
We spar
He was feeling... stressed. He seldom felt like this, he needed to spar to get it out of his system, he felt like being violent. He walked to the dojo hoping to find Sesshoumaru and Hiroki; he didn't like the cat at the moment anyway. With the way he was feeling he felt like he could take on the two of them, even though He could not hope to beat Touga and Hiroki was better than his Lord, and Sesshoumaru had miraculously improved tremendously in the four years since he'd sparred the prince last. He needed to vent these feelings.
As expected they were there, sparring, they did this every frickin' day, give someone else a try. Without asking of flaring his aura he grabbed a couple of katanas and jumped right into the fray. Neither acted at all surprised by his sudden appearance, Hiro, as always looked like he had known since before he even entered the dojo, he was freaky like that. He battled the two of them at the same time, one on each side, and he found that he was at the same level as Sesshoumaru. This was... good to know, for even though he had a couple of centuries on him, Sesshoumaru trained for hours every day, Hiroki, well he doubted he'd ever be on par with him.
It was a silent understanding that he wanted to spar and they let him. Sesshoumaru had never been good at fighting with another but for an hour or so he teamed up with Yamazaki and they both started attacking the older more experienced warrior. Together they were about half as good as Hiroki, but at least it was more of a spar for Hiro at last than exercise, nobody liked someone to outrank you so much. Then suddenly one of his strikes hit Sesshoumaru – by accident – the dog prince lost it and just like that it turned into an all against all match – that is, it turned into Hiro trying to stop them tearing each other apart.
He did not care; he through the cat off, each tiny scratch threw him into uncharacteristic fits of anger. He lashed out and spat and scratched and bit and thrashed wildly, only a notch away from transforming. He felt angst, he wanted to kill, he started to drool, his saliva just as toxic as Sesshoumaru's, both of their voices had turned feral as they growled at each other – he lunged at the dog prince as he lunged at him. Then suddenly they were lying at opposite ends of the dojo on their backs, Hiroki stood in the middle looking disapproving.
Not a minute passed before they both lunged at the cat, get the common enemy out the way and then kill each other, winner gets all – winner gets her. If only Hiro was not so fucking strong, his plan would have worked otherwise. He knocked the m back to their ends of the dojo without seeming to move. They tried again, and once more they ended up away from each other. He flared his aura angrily, Sesshoumaru did the same and Hiro was overwhelmed slightly, not expecting something at last, the three-way match was back on. Somewhere in the back of his mind he scolded himself for attacking his allies, but it did not matter to him now, or it did not seem to at the moment, what was that girl doing to him –to all of them?
"SESSHOUMARU! HIRO! YAMAZAKI!" The voice cut through them like an alpha ordering them to stop. At the sound of her voice, they all sheathed their weapons and walked over to her, acting as if a fight had never happened. They had only been fighting just over an hour and it had been crazy youthful hormone driven wild attacks. Thanks to Hiroki's intervention one of them were hurt bar a few scratches, and they would all be gone by the afternoon, Hiro had not let it turn into a proper battle. The mere appearance of her made him feel, calmed in a sense, he did not want to kill anymore, but he still wanted to win her.
"I'm going to try and get home." He felt his heart crush inside his chest.