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Gurenge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

She didn’t quite understand what he had said at first, feeling like her heart had stopped in her chest, meeting his reptilian gaze. “My.. blood..?” He wanted to drink her blood? Her head raced, but she couldn’t tell him no, not after he had shown her such kindness, taken her into his home. She reached for the knife sitting by her food, looking it over before slowly pulling back her sleeve. Should she cut herself? How would she give him her blood? In a bowl? She stared at the blade, watched the light glint off of the sharp metal, then moved her gaze to her wrist.
 
Megohime felt like she was going to be sick, but she nodded, moving the blade to her palm like he instructed. Masamune could hear her heart beating hard in her chest as she pressed the cold steel to her flesh, then quickly yanked it across her hand with a wince and a soft noise of pain. Immediately the smell of her blood hit Masamune, a smell that made his mouth water, a pleasant feeling accompanying it, almost like a mild buzz. Megohime lowered the knife, carefully offering up her hand to Masamune as blood oozed from the wound, pooling in her palm and dripping between her fingers and onto the floor.
 
He moved closer and took her hand, slowly licking up her blood. The high was instant, and he felt like he had consumed a whole jug of sake. No wonder she was so special.
 
Megohime’s face was a bright red, but she sat still as Masamune drank from her palm, the sight of her own blood made her guts twist, but she couldn’t look away from Masamune, watching him closely as he drank. Her palm throbbed with each heartbeat, but she blocked out the pain, holding her breath, watching without a word.
 
He felt insanely dizzy and forced himself to pull away from her before he lost his senses completely. He swayed as he pulled a handkerchief from the inside of his haori. "Here.." He slurred.
 
What had happened? Had her blood made him sick? This didn’t happen when he devoured her parents, so what happened? She took the cloth numbly, looking worried. “What happened? I-Is my blood no good?” Cursed. Of course she was tainted, even her blood was foul.
 
She shook her head in confusion as she pressed the handkerchief to her hand, wincing in pain. Potent? It only confused her more, but she didn’t press him further, lest she tempt his rage.
 
The door opened and Kojurou returned, looking from Masamune to Megohime's hand.
"Wh-What did you do...?" He asked weakly. Masamune hummed and wobbled to his feet.
"Just sampled her blood. She's still human."
 
Megohime could only watch silently as Masamune staggered to the door, holding the handkerchief in her hand tightly to staunch the bleeding. “Kojurou..” She still appeared human, and it didn’t seem like she was in the process of changing- Masamune wasn’t lying, he hadn’t infected her. Had he planned this though? Send Kojurou away to get at Megohime?
 
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Megohime shook her head as he looked over the cut, thankfully it wasn’t deep, so it wouldn’t need stitches. “I’m alright, he didn’t hurt me.”
 
He frowned and stood leaving briefly to return with bandages, wrapping her palm after gently cleaning it with a bit of sake he had. "Did he just partake of your blood?"
 
Her brows furrowed, and a quizzical look appeared on her face, but she nodded again. “H-He only drank it..” She confirmed.
 
She didn't have any sake with their meal, not that sake had much of an effect on Masamune as a demon anyway. So then why did he seem so out of it? He would have to do some studying. And the look on his face told Megohime he was just as confused as she was. "I'm just glad you're alright. He is a rather glutinous man."
 
She nodded, sitting still and watching him work as he wrapped her hand to keep her from bleeding on the floor anymore.
 
“I won’t turn into a demon?” She asked him quietly, holding her treated hand close to her chest. “Because I let him consume my blood, I won’t turn into a demon, will I?”
 
Motochika had been smelling new demons roaming around for weeks, most of which died off on their own accord, but a few managed to hang in there, keeping to themselves until they had to feed.
 
Motochika didn't seem too bothered by them, a lot of them kept away from him when they smelled him. He was rather powerful, having been around for a good long while. He had even learned how to look more human.
 
It wasn’t like any other demons tried to confront Motochika, at least not for many years now; even so, the familiar scent of human blood and the tearing of flesh was unmistakable. He had come upon another demon, it’s back to him as it knelt on the ground eating a poor soul who had been out wandering in the woods. It didn’t take long for them to catch Motochika’s scent, spinning to face them with wide eyes. Large silver-purple eyes stared back at the older demon, wide with shock and fear, blood dripping down the young woman’s chin and covering her clawed hands. “I-I didn’t... I’m.. I’m not..” Shook her head slowly, as if scared by him, but then a few tears rolled down her blood-smeared cheeks. “.. I’m not a demon..” She had long, wild black hair tipped a deep blue, and wore the attire of a demon slayer, torn and soiled as it was.
 
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