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ergastulum. (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

His guts twisted inside him, heart pounding in his chest as he waited for what seemed like years, until finally, she came. A few of his men came rushing in, one carrying the woman in his arms, dirty and battered.
 
She was laid down on a cot, and immediately was worked on by the medics. Her shirt was removed to properly assess her condition, and Motochika felt his throat tighten. The woman had a tattoo peeking out from her back, a scaled tale snaking around her side and onto her hip, this wasn’t Nana, she didn’t have any tattoos.
 
He knew exactly who this was, this person who should have been Nana was Megohime, as his own personal information on her listed a blue dragon tattoo on her back. Why her? Why did Megohime have to show up instead of Nana? What had even happened to her?
 
His sorrow would soon turn to rage and he forced himself to leave before he lost it. Damn that kid. Why couldn't she have gone missing instead of Nana?
 
His rage only spiraled, slowly, further and further; why did she have to show up? She was a criminal, a woman touched by crime, one who embraced it and nurtured it, Nana was kind, not a single rotten spot about her. She helped others, she was gentle, and yet she had been brutalized and taken, more than likely dead in a shallow grave.
Megohime was tended to for hours, barely clinging to life and hurt badly, nearly a dozen fractures and six broken bones excluding her hand. She was unconscious and wasn’t expected to wake by the doctors, she had bleeding in her brain, and it was swelling slowly- if it continued, they’d have to open up her skull. For the time being she was bandaged up, put on a ventilator to help her breathe, and left to rest.
 
Motochika couldn't wrap his head around how the Universe could punish Nana by taking her from this world and allowing Megohime to live. What entity thought it would be funny to do that to him? It wasn't fair.
 
Returning to his office, he found a letter on his desk that hadn’t been there before. It had no writing on the envelop beside his name, and inside was a single sentence:
“Slay the dragon, and get the princess.”
 
All he had to do was finish the job, she was already on deaths door, just one more little push and she’d be dead. It would be too easy, she wasn’t even conscious; his heart pounded hard in his chest, the idea of Nana being returned making his heart ache.
 
He knew what he had to do, Nana was within his grasp now, the first lead in months of her disappearance. Megohime had practically been delivered to him on a silver platter, an easy kill, and all with a reward.
 
Megohime was alone now, set up with many different machines connected to her to help keep her alive, all he had to do now was to snuff out her life.
 
Megohime was hardly an adult, barely twenty, and already shouldering the responsibilities of a gang boss. His heart wavered, only until her words came back to him.
“The Tamura house isn’t a fucking lodge, we’re a business, unless that slipped your mind as well.”
That’s right, that was the difference between Megohime and Nana; Nana would never abandon anyone.
 
Megohime didn’t move, she didn’t even flinch when he started to squeeze her neck, and after a moment the monitors connected to her started to beep rapidly as she couldn’t breathe, and her blood pressure dropped.
Motochika barely heard Ren screaming his name, trying to yank him away, doing all that he could to pry Motochika’s hands away from Megohime’s throat.
“Motochika!! What are you doing!? Stop!!”
 
“We do need her!” Ren ground out through his teeth, the alarms blaring still as Ren struggled to free Megohime. “If you kill her, you’ll upset the balance of the four households! She’s beneficial for the stability of Ergastulum!”
 
He was struggling. She needed to die if he was to get Nana back. But Ren was right. He pulled his hands away and stepped back, punching a hole in the wall, "Now I'll never get Nana back..."
 
Ren moved to Megohime, checking her over, looking to Motochika confused. “What are you talking about..!?” He asked as he started working to quiet the machines.
 
“What..?! A letter from who? Why would you listen to that?” He snapped at Motochika, almost like he was scolding him.
 
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