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Disconnected (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Megohime let out a sheepish laugh. “I still shouldn’t have been so snarky about it.”
 
He chuckled softly and shook his head, "Not at all.."
"Katakura-san! Katakura-san! Come on, the food is almost ready!" One of the younglings called and Kojurou excused himself before going to help. The party set off rather quickly after that, everyone mingling and chattering happily as they grazed on the food Kojurou had helped make.
 
Megohime watched Kojurou be dragged off by the children, a soft smile on her face, content with remaining a wallflower for the time being. It still was too much excitement for her taste, and after another moment of listening to the chatter around her, she decided to escape outside to stretch her wings for a short bit. She wouldn’t be too long, and surely no one would notice if she were to slip away for a bit.
 
Not long after she had slipped away, the chatter began to die down as the guests started to fall asleep where they stood. Kojurou noticed and tried to make his way to where Masamune was, but whatever had been slipped to him and the others was quickly taking effect for him and he collapsed.
 
Megohime took her time stretching her wings, having spent so long with them clipped she had almost started to forget how it felt to fly; outside was far better too, flying indoors just wasn’t the same. After she had cleared her head, she turned back and returned to the hideout, landing at the entrance and immediately her feathers were on end. She could still head music playing inside from the radio, but not a single person was talking or laughing. The sight inside only made her blood turn to ice, everyone was collapsed on the ground, each person unconscious. Hurrying through the crowd of sleeping second generations, she spotted Kojurou, who too was asleep on the floor. “Kojurou..!” She knelt beside him, trying to rouse him, but to no avail.
 
Megohime clenched her teeth hard, feeling a moisture of fear and rage swell in her chest, quickly getting to her feet and hurrying through the hideout, searching through the unconscious second generations for Masamune.
 
She found Masamune in the back, slumped against a chair with people in dark clothes surrounding him.
"I can't believe it's this easy.." One of them muttered.
 
Megohime stepped into the room unnoticed, staring at the men with wide eyes. They all were dressed in tactical gear, armed with guns. Megohime had a sinking feeling in her gut, watching them standing over Masamune like he was prey. Her skin itched at her feather pushed through her skin, her sharp talons scraping against the floor.
One of the men heard the faint noise, turning to see what it was, only to be slammed by the head into the wall. Megohime’s face was twisted with rage, teeth bared as she crushed the head of one man between her talons. She turned to face the rest of them, between them and Masamune.
 
Megohime knocked the men back using her wings, jumping into the air and spinning, speeding her wings out to slam them in the chest. Had they done anything to Masamune yet? Was he still breathing? She didn’t have time to check, going after her next target, jumping up onto their chest and biting deep into his neck, tearing out a large chunk of flesh.
 
Megohime spotted him through the chaos, a scream of dread and rage tearing out from her throat, startling a few of the men she was fighting. She barreled through the men, slamming one aside with her powerful wings, and leaping over another. She didn’t stop, slamming into the man going after Masamune, wings reverting enough into clawed hands, grabbing the man by the throat and driving him back away from Masamune.
 
Megohime only moved closer to him, pressing herself against him so he only ended up punching her shoulder. She wasn’t going to let him follow through with his plans to kill Masamune, she’d fight with every bit of rage she had. Tightening her grip, she pressed her thumbs into his neck, glaring into his eyes as she pressed him harder into the wall.
 
Megohime clenched her teeth so hard she was sure they would crack, staggering back before straightening up again. Blood poured from her nose as she slammed her elbow hard into the side of his jaw, uppercutting him even with a broken finger.
 
Megohime felt ribs crack, the wind being knocked out of her, but she stayed on her feet, putting herself between Masamune and the intruder again. She was going to attack the ginger haired man once more, but was grabbed from behind by one of the other men, who held her tightly in his grasp even as she tried to kick and claw at the one in front of her.
“Just gut the freak already!”
 
"Shut the hell up, I was going to." Sasuke hissed, spitting blood from his broken teeth before moving to grab the knide and make his way to Masamune.
 
“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Sasuke heard the sound of a brief struggle, then a sickening crunch, followed by rapid footfalls quickly approaching him from behind.
 
Megohime jerked to a stop, searing pain glaring in her belly as the blade slid easily into her flesh all the way down to the hilt. She felt like she had been punched, glaring into Sasuke’s eyes, but the fight had clearly come to a screeching halt. She felt blood bubble up her throat, staggering back slightly, the room now dead silent.
 
"We should get out of here. Think of a better plan for next time." One of the assassins said. Sasuke huffed, never liking to leave a job unfinished, but a new plan was in order.
"Let's go. This one is finished, at least. She won't be a bother next time." He said ans they all vanished.
 
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