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Amaya sadly felt little for the man whom allowed for her to remain in his home, showing her countless kindnesses; she wasn’t cruel though. Finishing Shingen off by evening the rest of his head, standing and turning to Mitsunari. “Mitsunari.. We have to finish this. I’ll finish up here, you return home.”
 
Amaya put the head of the Takeda clan leader into a duffel bag, cleaning up her weapons and hiding the body amongst the trash before heading off to deliver the heady to Yukimura.
 
Mitsunari had to stop every so often, his crying making it hard for him to run, before he finally forced himself to stop. This was for Yukimura's own good, he told himself, he would bring the Takeda to glory.

It started to thunder and pour outside, making Akihime frown as she glanced out the sheer curtains covering her window. How odd, she mused, sure there had been signs of rain but thunder? It felt like a bad omen to her.
 
Yukimura was the first to find the duffel bag with Shingens severed head inside, and immediately he had the entire estate locked down. He tried to keep himself collected, to keep his cool, but it was a struggle. Every house head had a target on their back, but for someone to get the best of Shingen? It was hard to imagine.
 
This was a chaotic mess, who was Yukimura supposed to turn to at that moment?

Akihime was having a slower day than usual, maybe the rain kept most people home, regardless, the time was going by painfully slow. She heard the door handle jiggle, as if someone was trying to turn it, no one knocking or announcing themselves.
 
She looked over and stood, moving to the door, "Hannah? Are you drunk again? I told you to take it easy.." She scolded gently as she took hold of the knob and opened the door.
 
The door opened to someone much taller than Hannah- it was Yukimura, he was soaked from the rain and smelled heavily of alcohol, and he had blood smeared across his button down. He looked completely broken, eyes red and heavy.
 
Her eyes widened, "Yukimura-sama! What happened?! Are you ok?! C-Come in, come in! You're soaked!" She pulled him in gently and shut the door before moving to grab a towel from her bathroom.
 
He just stood there numbly, watching the water drip from his hair and onto the floor, hearing Akihime’s questions, but they hardly registered.
 
She put the towel over his head, rubbing out the water in his hair before trying to keep his suit from dripping. "This needs to come off...you'll catch your death..."
 
His suit was heavy with water, but the most concerning was the blood on the front of his shirt, had he been wounded? There were no holes in the shirt to indicate that he was shot or stabbed, so what had happened? Yukimura was pale; he even looked like he had seen a ghost, what had happened to him?
 
“They sent his head..” He managed out in a soft whisper, his gaze going right through her- quite an eerie thousand yard stare. “They killed him..”
 
“Shingen.. Takeda Shingen...” He said softly, hanging his head. He felt so numb, he couldn’t even cry, nothing would come.
 
The Tiger was killed? How? By who? Who would even want him dead? She was so confused, all she could do was hold Yukimura close, not caring if his wet clothes soaked her own.
 
Yukimura wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He was freezing cold, but he wasn’t even shaking.
 
She gave a soft gasp at the coldness and reached to grasp his shoulders, "We need to get your suit off, Yukimura-sama, you'll get sick..."
 
He nodded, letting her pull off his suit coat; Akihime felt two cold hands on her cheeks, her head being tilted up before Yukimura pressed his lips to hers.
 
She blinked and slowly closed her eyes as she kissed back, letting his suit coat fall to the floor with a wet thud, gripping the back of his short gently.
 
Her carefully walked her backwards toward the bed, stumbling a bit as his legs touched the bed, and he helped Akihime lay back on the bed as gently as he could.
 
Yukimura was obviously drunk, but he wasn’t black out drunk. “Do you want me to stop..?” He asked, staying over her, looking down at her with sad brown eyes.
 
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