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Disconnected (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

He nodded, grabbing one of the bags and emptying two pills out into his palm as he moved over to Ren, holding them out to her. She looked at the drugs, then at Takechi before taking them, and swallowing them. Then it was a waiting game, Ren had no idea what she had just swallowed, but by the way everyone eyed her she could tell it probably something she wouldn’t normally take on her own. It didn’t take long before they kicked in, Ren sat slumped back on the couch, staring dazed up at the ceiling with an almost blissful look, pupils big as could be.
 
Ren could hear the men talking and laughing around her, but she couldn’t care less, she felt amazing, more so than she had ever felt before in her whole life. Closing her eyes, she simply sat and enjoyed her bliss.

It felt like Nana had been stuck all over with needles, unable to move, unable to breathe. Her body ached with both cold and pain, skin feeling raw in some places, throbbing with each heartbeat. She hadn’t come to the beach with good intentions that day, but as the waves battered her around, she could hardly remember what they even were, or why they would be so important to do so. Another hard impact and she was slammed back against the sharp rocks behind her, feeling them scrape against her skin and tear at her clothes. She didn’t scream, didn’t thrash in the water, only floated motionless in the rough waves at the base of a cliff, waiting for her death to come as she was slammed once more against the rocks. The saltwater was painful in the scrapes, a clear sign she was still alive. “Ah... this is taking too long..” She has barely noticed that water had already filled her mouth and throat, staring blankly ahead as a dark shape in the water slowly moved closer. “Of course this is how I’m going to die... eaten by a shark..” She closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate.
 
She didn't feel teeth, she didn't feel any more pain than she already did. She felt hands on her before she was pulled away and towards the shore.
 
The next thing Nana registered was coughing up water, on the sand of the beach, the sound of crashing waves the only thing she heard.
 
Nana hadn’t expected to run into anyone at all, not this far out- but why wasn’t she expecting to run into someone that far out? She was on a beach, but she didn’t know where, or even why she was there. Turning her head she looked toward the sound of the voice, blinking.
 
It was a man; muscular and tan, with untamed snow white hair dripping with ocean water. His eyes were an inhuman shade of gold, "Can you hear me?'
 
If the situation weren’t what it was, Nana would’ve thought he was a movie star, or even a model. She could only nod to his question, but before he could ask anymore, she was out again, exhausted and battered, she likely had little energy left in her, looking more like a drowned rat than a woman.
 
She was lighter than he expected, cool against his warm back, Motochika able to feel her gentle breathing with her against him.
 
At least she was alive. He swam with her to his little inlet cave he called his home and set her gently on the cabe floor. He would have to get some things to keep her warm, but he didn't know how without them getting soaking wet. He would figure it out, right now she would need food. So he swam out to catch some fish.
 
She was still where he laid her when he returned, still soaking wet and scraped to hell from the cliff rocks.
 
He had a huge yellow tail with him, setting it aside as he looked over her wounds. At least the salt water cleaned them well enough. But he had no idea how to heal a human. He healed on his own when he fought with the sea life he encountered.
 
Perhaps humans healed on their own? No, it had been many years since he had last interacted with humans, but even then humans were easily hurt, dying even easier if their wounds went neglected. Hers didn’t seem so awful though, no obviously broken limbs, no stab wounds, her breathing sounded ok, and her breath didn't smell of blood. The only thing of notice was the large knot of the back of her head- he’d have to keep an eye on her, humans were especially fragile when it came to wounds to the head.

Ren hadn’t been with Takechi long and already his men took a liking to her, she complied with their needs and demands completely, only occasionally looking to Takechi for permission. She’d often test new product, or even be given some as rewards, making her all that much more compliant, often leaving her strung out for hours. Her body seemed to process it more quickly than humans, but she was just as sensitive to it.
 
Motochika went to work cutting up and deboning the yellow tail, trying to build a fire with wet drift wood and soaked stones. He sighed softly, he would have to wait.

"Ren," Takechi moved over to her as she sat with the men, "Come on, we're going out.'
 
He sat for a while, then a soft groan brought his attention to the human beside him, her eyes open once more. Nana touched her hand to her forehead, wincing before looking to where she felt another presence. “You..” It was the same man from before, looking just as striking as before. “You’re the man from before..” She croaked out.

Ren looked up at Takechi with hazy eyes, giving a small nod before picking herself up off the couch, pulling on the heels he had gotten for her. She took a hold of his arm, leaning her head against his shoulder as they headed for the car.
 
He nodded, "Hai. I pulled you from the water. Are you alright? How do you feel? The sea is sometimes unkind.."

He walked with her to the car and they drove off, in her haze she was unable to recognize where they were going.
 
“Like I got hit by a bus and drowned.” She said softly, looking around before returning her gaze to him. “Where are we..?”

Ren didn’t seem to care too much that he had dragged her out, kissing his neck lazily as she rubbed her hand slowly over his thigh.
 
She looked a little worried at that, had he said something strange? Nana wished she had died in the water; had she really been saved by some beautiful homeless man, who lived in some secluded location? His expression was gentle, but for all she knew he was insane.

She made a soft noise, cupping his cheek as she kissed his neck more. “I want more..” She murmured against his neck, rubbing his cock through his suit pants. “Just a few more..” She begged, her high already starting to wear off.
 
"Ah, that makes you uncomfortable." He said, "I assure you, it's more to keep myself safe.."

"Oh, I get it..." He reached into his pocket and offered a couple pills to her, "Here, sweetie."
 
She still looked a little concerned, but nodded, still on edge and in pain. “Are you in trouble..?” She asked softly.

Ren’s dull eyes lit up when she saw the pills, taking them and swallowing them before rewarding Takechi with a kiss. She gave his member a gentle squeeze through his pants, kissing him deeply with a soft moan.
 
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