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Night terrors
He had not seen much of Touga in the past week when he'd been healing but now up and about, he was not sure whether this was coincidence, avoidance or Touga being too beaten up to move much. It became apparent to him pretty quickly that Hiro and Sesshoumaru had somehow made sure he had not been given the same level of care he had. Yamazaki found this hilarious in a sadistic sort of way, he was not cared for as well even though this was his castle and he was the Lord of the Lands and the untold alpha of the whole wider pack. It is not that he did not deserve such neglect, but the fact he had been shunned was still immensely amusing.
When they did pass each other in the corridor they did not meet eye to eye, Touga had taken on the role of the dignified loser. Yamazaki did not see him, but after their last violent encounter he did not exactly want to sit down and have a chat with him. They had never been close, but they had mutual respect for one another as Lords do, but now all little affection that had been between them had now understandably been lost. Kagome was amazing and they had been so close so Yamazaki understood why he had lost control but it would still be a very long time before they were on somewhat friendly terms with each other once more.
Kagome however he'd seen every day, for the most of the hours in it, something he was inordinately glad about. Kagome and Shippou were acting just like mother and son; it came to them as naturally as if they were biologically related, he looked to the sky, it was yet another sign he was sure of it. The two of them along with Rin who refused to leave Shippou's side and also claimed Kagome was her mother brought him flower crowns and daisy chains to wear, and he would obediently do so as he sat in the garden contentedly watching them. The scene brought him comfort in the pain that still racked his body from time to time; it gave him a glimpse into his perfect future, sitting in the gardens with his mate playing with their numerous pups.
Shippou and Rin – and Kohaku if he was with them would go off and play with each other leaving him and Kagome together. They would usually go for walks around the gardens, not very far, but Hiro prescribed light exercise as a good cure to help him build up his strength again, he could start training again in a couple of weeks time, but no sooner. While his bones were healed and his bruises were gone by now, being asleep for 3 days took a toll, and mentally he was still shaken. Inutaisho had never been a friend, he'd only ever been an allying Lord whom he held a little affection for, but such violence had not been anticipated at all.
Yet despite all this he was sure the combination of Kagome, fresh air, exercise and love would heal him in no time. They walked hand in hand; she spent the whole day with him and often the whole night as well, lying under the stars side by side until they fell asleep. She stopped the nightmares, not that she knew he suffered from them, no one could know, it would make him seem childish, weak, and now Kagome was back no one had dreams about the 'other', and the few he'd had were never particularly distressing. Yet while he was still recovering in bed and slept alone he would relive the battle he lost so tremendously.
The dog Lord's fists came pummelling down upon his face again and again. Relentless. And that whip of his marring his skin, unable to jump out of the way in time. That cruel smirk as he saw the blood he'd managed to draw. Unforgiving. To think he'd thought he'd gone too far, he'd felt sorry for him, he didn't deserve it if he was to turn around and do that to him. It was poor sportsmanship. It made him toss and turn and whimper in his sleep until he woke in the night after only a couple of hours sleep in a cold sweat, close to tears. Demon Lords and fathers do not cry unless it is for the loss of a mate or a kit or a dear friend.
Now in the nights he fell asleep in the warm weather under the stars which always brought him peace, his fingers entwined with Kagome's. He was enshrouded by her sweet calming scent; it changed from time to time, sakura, fresh rain, him, and that strangeness which was not so strange anymore, he knew why now, it was because she was from the future. Even this future from the first time he'd met her was not her future, the time she was born in, Inuyasha was the one who told him after a dream he had, he'd seen it, he believed the boy immediately, nothing was too weird to be truth. With her snuggled by his side, his tail acting as a duvet over her waist he did not dream, the enraged Inutaisho was gone from his mind and at last he slept peacefully.