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WARNING: this chapter is the start of darker content. please be advised I am not responsible for any nightmares you may have or hurt feelings. I am also not responsible for any violated beliefs or opinions. form here on out these chapter will get darker and a bit more graphic, please remember all this is fiction and that if anything is similar to something you may have personally gone through I recommend finding help and making sure you are safe. Abuse is not something to talk lightly when you are going through it so please take care of your self and seek help from a responsible adult you feel safe with. if you are an adult already please seek a professional you feel safe and trust and let them help you.

please find help if you need it and please never feel as if there is something so fundamentally wrong with you that life can never be better for you. we are all human and are nothing but walking clumsy/animals just waiting to embarrass ourselves. you are only ever wrong in life if you go out of your way to hurt an other living thing for personal pleasure. so please never feel as if you are wrong in the end.

Chapter six

It was with great restraint that the lord of all the west refrained from transforming and tearing through his own home to end the life of the healer. How dare such a miserable cure take such a tone with him let along speak to him as if he, Lord Sesshomaru lack something to be desired. He was the lord of all the west and he was the most powerful demon next to his father. This healer dare much by speaking to him as though he were nothing more than a child… Still he was sent here by death himself and to go against deaths wishes may result in his down fall. If nothing else he would allow the healer free rain so that he did not lose this game, because he simply hated losing.

A lose meant poor planning and lack of skill, it meant one was less than another. All well and good so long as you were the one who won. Having made his decision on what to do he calmed his youkai with the knowledge that they needed to be patient in this hunt, their opponent was a god after all. Getting back in control he looked around the room for any damages done by his flaring youkai that will need to be seen to. Seeing that is was all minimal at worst and miner at best he left it be for tomorrow and went back to his desk. Though he was a lord, paper work was still a big part of his life. How. Unfortunate. He could leave it to others to do of course (many lords did this) but lesser demons were weak and prone to steal money from some project or another and keep it for themselves. Or they would abuse their power to gain more personal power or wealth. He had seen kingdoms fall to ruin because of such mistakes, he would see to his work himself.

It took hours to finish reading over all those scrolls and letters and once he was done he could not have been more relieved. Finally he could go to sleep and get out of this overly decorated room with all its gold trimming and maroon colors. What a pompous display of "wealth" and "fine taste", this room all ways made him feel suffocated and trapped. He was much more comfortable in the free open air or a room that was sparsely furnished with warmer colors. Wealth was a means to acquire what one needed and could not provide for themselves. He could.

After he had finished the paper work he stretched out his tired muscles and took a deep breath and relaxed. God how he hated paper work, but now he could relax and get some sleep. He maybe a full demon but he still needed some sleep every night at least four or five hours. Standing up he walk around the desk to make sure nothing had fallen off. Once assured that everything was well and good he walked across the room and out the door. Walking through a maze of hall ways, it annoyed him that he had to walk so long and so far just to get to his room but this way it was harder for any of his servant to come get him when they need something singed. He was a demon lord, yes. However that did not mean he had to make it easy for them to find him. If there was an emergence they were all instructed to ring the large bell in the back of the castle past the full grown gardens.

Finally coming up to his door he relaxed as he walked in to his room. The servants had already cleaned his room and set out his night cloths in the misguided attempt to be helpful to their master. He sleep nude most nights, being a full-blooded dog demon he ran a hotter body tempter than most demons. Turning to his right and walking to a second door that led to his own personal hot springs, from what he remembered being told it had taken three years for a group of mole youkai to build it and then connect it to the natural hot springs just at the top of the mountain behind the castle. Throwing his cloths, that he had striped once entering the bath, into the basket set to the left of the door, he walked into the bath. Letting the warm water reach his shoulder and felling the herbal bath start to make him calm and sleepy he finished washing up quickly so that he could get to his large bed filled with a hill of pillows and a pile of blankets that looked softer than the first snow fall. God he needed sleep he was getting poetic.

After washing the conditioner from his hair he grabbed a towel to dry off with as he made his way to bed. Not even making sure his hair was dried Thorley he crawled under the pile of blankets and threw a few pillows over himself for the added comfort. Closing his eyes and letting himself melt into his cave of luxurious comfort he drifted off. Before he was completely asleep he was positive he heard a voice whisper something to him. Thinking it was his tired mind trying to remind him of some work related thing he must of neglected to finish he disregarded it and allowed his mind to black out.

He was running. He was running as fast as his little legs would allow him to. He tried pushing himself harder in the hopes that his little body would understand how badly he needed to be faster. He was running because he was scared, he had no idea what he had done to make them all so angry with him but whatever it was he was sorry. I am so sorry. He kept replaying the scene inside his head and all he could see was him asking the other kids if they would like to play with him. What did he do wrong? Whatever it was it must of been really really bad, otherwise the village men would not be so angry with him. He knew though that even if he said he was sorry it would not matter to them. They would still be angry and he did not want to know what they would do to him when they caught him. He needed to be faster. Just a little faster. They were catching up and he needed to be farther away. Just a bit.

Seeing that the he was coming up to the hill that was on the right side of his house he grew more determined. All he had to do was make it up over the hill and then through his moms garden and into the house. He could do this he just had to keep going. Do not stop. Do not stop. Don't stop. Keep going. Faster. Faster. Faster. It was no good he was too small and his little legs were not fast enough, they had caught up to him. Grabbing his left arm they pulled him to a sudden stop halfway up the hill. Pulling him into the ground and making him roll to the bottom where the others waited for him. He did not know what they had done to his left arm but he knew it was not supposed to hurt this much, ever. After coming to a stop at the base of the hill he felt some one stomp on his right leg. He tried to scream but no air was in his lungs. He did not understand why could he not breathe? He kept trying and trying but no air came in. he could not scream and every time he thought he would finally be able to breath normally someone would kick him in the chest and it would happen all over again . Why? Why? Why?

He was scared. He did not understand. Why? Why mom? Help? Please help. Someone help. Anyone. Please. Please. Please. Mom. Mom, I am scared. Mommy. Make it stop. I don't understand. He rolled onto his left side to try and protect himself and to keep the pressure off his throbbing right leg. Curling into a tight ball he waited for them to stop. He did not know how long he had been curled up but he knew the second someone had broken a bone, he did not know what bone they broke but he heard a snap at the same time a foot stomped on his right side just under his shoulder. It hurt too much, he tried screaming the whole time but nothing ever came out. All he could manage was a choked out sob on occasion. Uncurling as fast as he could and turning to be on his back he tried again and again, he tried to cover up what hurt to stop them from doing more hurt. He tried and tried but they kept kicking and punching and stomping. Until finally it stopped.

Thinking it had finally ended he started to take small puffs or air into his body. Finally he could breathe, if just a little. Then he felt someone sit on his tummy as they grabbed his head and held it still. Then he felt someone else's hand on top of his head. He could feel them trying to rip his ears off, this time he did scream. He screamed and begged and cried as they tugged, pulled ripped and then finally cut up one ear. When they finished with that one they moved on to the next and by this point he started trying to fight back even harder. Kicking his one good leg, and clawing at anything he could reach. As the men started cursing up a storm that the little demon trash was starting to show his true nature they grabbed his wrists and held them down as he struggled. Since he would not stop one man twisted his right wristed until it snapped in retaliation.

Not pausing for even a moment and letting the fear that gripped his mind, control and help his movements he clawed them with his left hand until it was held down. Getting fed up with all this the man on top of him jammed a knife into his left hip and dragged it all the way down. Down. Down. To his ankle. It was deep and he felt it hit his bone. He was running out of air again and his throat hurt. Everything hurt and he couldn't move as much anymore. He could feel the hands on his head again and then the tugging, ripping, and pulling started all over again. Finally it ended and the hands left his ears, everything throbbed and ached but at least they stopped. Crying out with broken sobs he just kept repeating "I am sorry, I am so so sorry." There was no curling up into a ball or moving he could only stay on his back and hope they just left him there to heal, or die.

He could hear them talking all around him but all he could pick out where snippets of words here and there. The most used were trash, demon brat, no good half-breed. The last thing he heard was "stay away from" right after that he left something hard connect with his face before screaming out and then everything just went black. What had he done to make them so angry?

His eyes popped open as he sat up ramrod stiff, teeth bared and elongated. Strips on his face more prominent then they normally are, darker, bigger, more jagged. His hands were gripping the pillows by his sides and claws were piercing right though them leaving feather to float into the air and pollute his surroundings in a soft down covering of potential death by inhalation. His eyes were bright red and his youkai was flaring out and giving of an oppressive air that felt heavy and think, making you seek comfort by laying on the floor and waiting for it to pass. He was on the alert ready and all too willing to seek out the death of any fool that posed a threat to him. He was breathing harshly inhaling to fast and exhaling too much making his mind foggy. Searching his surroundings for the plebeians that had dare to attack him and handing them their final trip to hell. He would show them that hell would be much preferred than this earthly plan where he would always find them and exact revenge however he saw fit to then and there.

Seeing that no one was in his room and that his original color scheme of earthy browns dark magenta reds and deep forest greens was now covered by a fluffy white, he became perplexed. What the hell had just happened to him? Letting his mind take control once more and making his demon retreat so he could collect his thoughts he breathed deep and allowed the familiar scents of his room calm him. A rich smell of dark freshly rain soaked earth, a woodland sent that only brought pictures of wide landscapes full of foliage as tall as mountains and finally his own family scent. Inu-yuokai and the personal touch of his family's personal scent. Home. He was safe and home. He was not a small defenseless pup being viciously and unjustly attacked. Finally he was calm and his mind started thinking over what he saw and what must have happened. It was a dream. A very vivid dream that seemed real, too real so it was a dream of a memory? Who's it could not be his for he had never had such a thing happened to him in fact no one had ever so much as looked at him wrong for fear of his father's wrath and his mother's sadistic pleasure in their pain.

If not his memory then whose and why had he seen it? Inuyashas! That's right, lord death had said this would happened but he had not thought it would affect him so or that he would be trapped inside the dream until it finished. Growling low with anger and irritation he threw off his covers and grabbed a pair of pants. This was just wholly unacceptable and he would put an end to this, he only had a few pleasures in life and he would not have his favorite one interrupted by his useless half-breed brother's nightmares of past humiliations. This just further proved that his father's shame was a disgrace to his blood line, how could he allow himself to be attacked in such a way? No self-respecting demon would allow themselves to be abused so horrendously by mere humans. He had things to teach his little brother. Once again his little brother's teachings were left to him. What a burden.