Unravel (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

"Get her the fuck away from me!!" Masamune almost screamed, and Megohime didn't know if the fear on his face or in his voice hurt her the most.
 
Megohime followed the men that ushered her down to the basement, leaving Masamune with Kojurou. What was he on about? Megohime had killed someone? What had set Masamune off? He wasn’t really one for lies, so perhaps he was right.
 
Megohime was cradling her face, which was already starting to swell and bruise, making a low noise. What had happened? It was like a switch had gone off with Masamune.
 
He was fine the day before, why now suddenly have such an intense break? Was her suggestion to bite her as well as her goading the cause?
 
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Megohime sat in the cell for hours, her guts in knots- this was all her fault, she seemed to be Masamune’s trigger, but his attacks had never been that violent.
 
Megohime would eventually fall asleep on the cot inside the cell, unsure of how much time she had been in there.
 
Masamune had not calmed down at all since the incident, spouting nonsense about how Megohime had finally lost her mind and was going to kill everyone. The boys didn't really buy it at first, some things didn't add up, but slowly they all started to eat up Masamune's babbling.
 
There had yet to be any proof of Megohime’s crimes, but Masamune wasn’t a liar. There was no reason to distrust him, and if he said he saw it with his own eye, then it had to be true.
 
Kojurou knew something had to be wrong, as Megohime wasn't even fighting Masamune when they all entered the room. Others seemed to agree with him, as they found it rather off their boss was the only one crazed.
 
Only the closest of the men knew Masamune well enough to know that this wasn’t who their boss was, but that was only a small handful of men. Most men took Masamune’s word at face value, demanding Megohime’s head for the deaths she caused- things were starting to get out of hand.
 
"This is bad. Hitto would never act like this. Not in a million years."
"Yeah, something has got to be up."
"Maybe he needs real therapy?" The few with their heads still screwed on straight whispered amongst themselves, wanting to figure out just what was happening with their boss.
 
At Aogiri, Nana’s condition couldn’t be called better or worse, simply one of a nightmare status. She was a human, pregnant by some cruel twist of fate by a ghoul. It was killing her, making her sick. Already in a coma, she was induced medically into one, making sure she would stay under as she underwent several different treatments to ensure both the baby and she survived. Tubes were placed into her belly, into her womb ensuring the baby would get whatever nutrients it needed, while Nana was placed on life support. A breathing tube and a feeding tube was placed, as well as several IV’s, giving her all the nutrients she would need to ensure her survival- there were still risks. Due to her injuries and weakened body, she was still at risk of dying during pregnancy.
 
Motochika never left her side unless he had to, drinking himself stupid beside her to numb the pain. Sometimes he wanted the pregnancy ended so Nana could be ok, other times he wanted both of them to pull through.
 
Even if Nana survived her pregnancy and woke up, she would be crippled, her leg and arms had all been shattered, and despite Kanou treating her, she was only human. Her healing was no where near the same as a ghouls, and she would never fully recover.
Motochika’s drinking made him sick, but despite that, he still did the work asked of him. Would trying to wake Nana be his best option? What would she have done in this situation? Would she even wake up again?
 
He hated himself so much. He never wanted this for Nana, and if he could turn back time, he would distance himself as far as he could from her.
 
The thought of Nana not being in his life hurt more, the room being filled with the hissing of the ventilator, and the constant rhythm of the heart monitor. The room swayed beneath Motochika in his drunken state, Nana’s warm hand still clutched in his.
 
His body ached to be embraced by her again, his heart breaking to hear her comfort him like she always did. She looked so pitiful laying in the bed, hooked to dozens of wires- he just wanted the old Nana back. Would killing their child really be the best option for them both?
 
She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t help him at all, couldn’t guide him. He was alone, left by himself to figure things out- what could he do on his own?
 
Maybe he should tell Kanou to terminate, to help Nana recover. He vaguely heard the door open behind him but ignored it; he wasn't in the mood to be their dog today.
 
Amaya was coming to treat her own injury this time- a rare occurrence, but she wasn’t omnipotent. She tried to ignore the overpowering stench of alcohol rolling off of Motochika, but it was too much. “What’s that awful smell?”
 
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