Gurenge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

“I refuse!” She snapped again, only this time much more aggressively. She would rather have Kojurou slay her, than her take his life.
 
His words seemed to relieve her somewhat, turning her head away. A death at Kojurou’s hands would be swift and merciful, she knew this.
 
Jin closed her eyes. That was the only thing she wanted now, to offer her neck to Kojurou with open arms. He spoke of going to hell with her, but she preferred to travel alone, and Kojurou didn’t deserve such a fate.
 
Kojurou kept running, didn't stop running even when his legs begged him to. He wanted to go back, go and get Jin out of there, but he knew that would mean he would die. He couldn't waste the opportunity she had given him.
 
Finally, Kojurou was free from his demon captor after years of torment and torture. Finally he was outside the fortress that had been his dungeon for all those years. How long had it been since he’d seen daylight? The fresh air tasted sweet, unlike the stagnant air that always tasted of blood.
 
The sounds of the forest greeted him, the gentle early morning breeze, the chitter of birds, and the faint rustle of leaves and underbrush. He hadn’t heard such things in so long. The cool air felt good on his skin, the sky a pale blue and pink as the sun rose; if only he didn’t have to pay such a price for freedom. Jin had risked death to help him escape, now he had to make sure he found any remaining Hashira- if any were left at all.
 
Jin’s fate was far less appealing than Kojurou’s. As punishment for breaking her chains and releasing Kojurou, she had been restrained with a new method. Over a dozen nichirin blades had been pierced through her, pinning her firmly to the stone floor, leaving her only free movements to be the painful breaths she took.
 
Masamune was none too pleased with the loss of his pet hashira, but he would make do. He had Megohime now, and she was more than enough to replace Kojurou.
 
Megohime was more adaptable to the situation than Masamune expected of a human newly turned demon. She had decent restraint when it came to her hunger urges, and already had little trouble adapting to the night life.
 
Any chance he got to help her grow, he took it.

Akihime was still out of sorts after her miscarriage, the air tense between her and Mitsunari now. She didn't know how to make things right with her brother, or even if she could, but she knew he was hurting as much as she was. Shouta meant a lot to Mitsunari, she knew that. She kept close to Yukimura, trying to ease his heavy heart when she could.
 
Yukimura and Mitsunari still seemed to have friction between the two of them, not speaking a word to one another. They moved on after they buried Shouta, heading off for the next destination in search of any remaining comrades.
 
Sasuke didn't like the quiet air, or the tenseness it held, so he tried to have conversations when he could, try and lighten the mood for everyone.
"Do you think Katakura is still around?" Sasuke asked, "He's such a stubborn old goat, I don't think he would kick it so soon."
"Katakura is only twenty-five, Sasuke..." Akihime said, "He's not old."
"He looks old." Sasuke grinned. He was not rewarded with a smile like he thought he would be.
"Stress does terrible things to the body, you know that.."
 
Akihime was stopped by Yukimura, who was leading the group, arm out as he stared ahead of them into the thick vegetation of the forest. “Somethings coming.” He said lowly, putting his hand on his blade.
 
Mitsunari gripped his blade tightly, a scowl already set on his face. The foliage rustled briefly before falling still.
"It's good to see such familiar faces." A man pushed through the greens, faded brown hair a mess about his shoulders, dressed in a simple yukata and covered in dirt. Kojurou was a far cry from the proud pillar he once was, eyes as tired as his expression.
"Holy shit..." Sasuke muttered. What were the odds?
 
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