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「RISE」(1×1 with Jikkah)

Both Motochika and Amya would need many nights good rest, but it was worth it. She only had some bruises left of her legs, but other than that, Megohime had regained all feeling in her feet and legs, and could even stand, but not for long. Motochika said it would pass, and that she’d be able to walk and run like normal in a few weeks.
For the time being, Megohime used a wheelchair to move about, but still mostly kept to herself, often isolating herself in her shared room.
 
She was still relatively closed off, even with Kojurou, and who could blame her? She had nearly lost her legs, barely making it out with her life, and still her own master- the famous Sword Hero, whom she had looked up to still disregarded her entirely- he had yet to come and see her, let alone try and speak with her. She ate what Kojurou brought her, but her appetite was minuscule, along with her spirits.
She would ask Kojurou to help her outside every now and again, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her scales and the soft breeze the fields often carried.
 
Megohime looked up from gazing at the scenery in front of her, turning her head to watch Kojurou start off. “Oh, alright..” She nodded, then turned back to watch the clouds in the sky.
 
After a moment or two of silence, she heard footsteps approach her before her wheelchair started to move. When she whipped her head to see, a fine green powder was dusted over her, and once she breathed it in she began to feel drowsy.
"Worry not, you're safe now." It sounded so far away, but she recognized the voice as the weird old man from the woods.
 
She barely had the strength to struggle, tongue too heavy to try and call for help as she steadily slumped down in the chair, head lolling as she fought whatever he had blew into her face, then nothing. It seemed like she had blinked, and then she was somewhere else, staring up at a ceiling with heavy eyelids falling closed every so often. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft murmur, managing to turn her head to look around at her surroundings.
 
There was muffled noises around her and she couldn't make any of them out. They all sounded like they were under water.

"Megohime-dono!! Megohime-dono!!" Kojurou was screaming like a banshee as he tore through the area calling for Megohime.
"What's going on?" Sasuke huffed. Kojurou looked beyond panicked.
"Megohime-dono is missing! I only left her for a minute!" He replied.
 
Megohime let outa breath, letting her head drop to the side and her eyes close. She focused hard, trying to figure out what she was hearing exactly.

Amaya came out of the store behind Sasuke, popping a piece of bread into her mouth before speaking around it, looking entirely exhausted. “Oh, Akihime-dono might have taken her for a walk, she said she was going out earlier and I haven’t seen her since.”
 
"...selective...not many...two females..." It was a voice she didn't recognize, under it she could hear other sounds. Crying and pleading.

"How long ago?" Kojurou asked her, trying to keep his voice even.
 
Megohime scrunched her face a bit and opened her eyes again, doing her best to move her head and look around. She tried to roll onto her side, but found her ankles and wrists strapped tightly to something sturdy, keeping her from moving much- it was a bed. “What’s...?”

Amaya made a face, having to think for a moment. “Maybe an hour or two? Not long really.”
 
"Ah, finally awake." It was the old man, Hisehide. The weird guy the Bow Hero was with, "Sorry to keep you tied down, we don't need you going anywhere."

"That's too long. They should be back by now!" Kojurou was nearly yelling, "What if they're both dying somewhere?! Do you care at all?!"
"Relax, Katakura," Motochika said calmly, "We'll go out lookin'."
 
Megohime could hardly keep her vision focused on his face, nearly having tunnel vision. “Why am I...?” Her speech was slurred and she looked drowsy. “Where...?” She gave another feeble tug at the restraints.

Amaya flinched, a frown forming on her face. “Yukimura-dono gave us the day off, I didn’t find it unusual that Akihime was gone for an hour or two considering that fact. She also never explicitly mentioned finding Megohime-dono, I just assumed.”
 
"You are in a secure location, I can assure you. I was so captivated by you that I had to bring you here and continue your bloodline." He said. Continue her bloodline? What did he mean?

Motochika waved his hand at her to say it was alright before directing Kojurou's attention elsewhere. Sasuke made a noise.
"Weird.." He muttered.
 
No, she knew exactly what he meant, she was painfully familiar with the words he was using. Tears leaked down her face and she shook her head. “No... Please don’t... Where is... Yuusha-sama..?”
 
The what? The confusion must’ve shown on her face; Megohime wasn’t an idiot, but being born and raised as a slave, she had very little education on the world outside of her cage fights.
 
She could feel panic and adrenaline start to surge through her body, eyes growing wide as her struggling turned to thrashing, pulling hard on her restraints and starting to scream. She wasn’t screaming anything in particular, just trying to get anyone’s attention outside the building. The leather straps around her wrists and ankles were secured tightly to her, the bed posts groaning against the strength she used to try and break free.
 
Almost immediately her vision started to blur, and she slowly slumped back down against the bed, her struggling growing weaker and weaker until she finally lay motionless on the bed.
 
When she woke up again, she was tied to a new bed and Akihime was unconscious beside her. She was also chained to a bed, but it was more a like a bed you would see in a doctor's building.
 
She wasn’t sure of Joan much time had actually passed since she had been taken? Hours? Days? She felt the same panic rise in her throat and she blinked a few times to clear her vision. Akihime was dressed in a cotton gown and strapped down to the bed by her wrists and ankles, two more straps holding her down at the waist and over her chest. “A-Aki...hime...” She struggled to speak, her tongue once again feeling heavy. She turned her head looking down at herself, in the same gown and strapped down the same. Was Akihime here to be bred as well? She felt tears burn her eyes at the thought, but she had to stay calm. She looked around the room, which was empty except for the two of them, the walls and cabinets lined with what looked to be medical charts and supplies.
 
She heard a door open from down the hall and footsteps approach the door before it opened. It was Hisehide, and he was dressed in healer's clothes; probably to keep his regular clothes clean.
"Still the first to awaken, you're very strong willed." He said before glancing at Akihime, "Says much about her."
 
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