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Thousand-year Curse (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Motochika slammed his lifeless corpse into the floor over and over until he was gorey mush between his fingers, his breathing hard and heavy in his rage.
 
Nana didn’t even look like she was alive, hair soaked with blood that pooled around her head, eyes staring ahead blankly, but she had to be alive, right? Even if there was only a flicker of life left, she had to still be alive, for he was still alive.
 
Motochika turned to her and began to shrink as he moved anxiously towards her, "N-Nana...?" He asked weakly. God, why didn't he go with her?
 
She was covered in bruises, face swollen and covered in blood. She didn’t respond to Motochika, only breathing shallowly; surely this wasn’t supposed to be her fate, punished for all of her efforts and hard work. She was kind and smart, yet her parents only treated her like a degenerate. It wasn’t fair.
 
He picked her up oh-so gingerly and cradled her. He didn't know how to heal, or if she could even be healed. "Nana, please..." He begged softly.
 
She was so painfully small in his arms, was she always this small?
She hung limp when he picked her up off the ground, not making a sound, not moving an inch. Nana’s eyes seemed to be stuck halfway open, staring blankly at nothing.
 
He felt helpless as he held her, not knowing how to help. Would the servants be able to help? Could they even see him? They never responded to him or reacted to him. Maybe they could and they just were too scared of him? He stood and carried Nana out of the room in a hurry. It was worth a try.
 
Nana dripped blood on the floor as he carried her, leaving an easy to follow trail as he searched frantically for any other human to help her. The first was a maid, who upon seeing Nana’s bloody and limp body in Motochika’s arms screamed and fled. It didn’t take long for a commotion to happen at the estate, and her fathers corpse found in the dojo.
 
It was like no one understood his words, most fleeing in fear at the mere sight, and others using protective charms as wards so he couldn’t draw near.
 
"You can't let her die!"
"As a matter of fact, we can." He turned, his glowing orbs landing on a woman who almost looked just like Nana, just older.
"You killed my husband. If she dies, so do you." Her voice was shaking and Motochika felt his muscles tingle again. Let her die? Because of him?
"She... didn't do anything wrong...she only ever wanted to make you both proud...and you let your husband do this to her...?! Your own daughter!!" His voice was raising louder and louder the angrier he got.
"She was weak."
"She isn't weak!!" Motochika jerked forward and her mother flinched in fear.
 
The more Motochika moved, the more blood came from Nana’s head wound, which still dripped blood at a steady rate. His heart felt heavy, a fire starting in his chest. Nana was only ever kind, never once having a single bad thing to say about her parents, yet they never seemed to have anything good to say about her. She wasn’t waking up, she didn’t seem like she was even alive, and the fear that grew in his gut was like claws in his stomach.
 
He didn't even feel himself put Nana aside, all he registered was the swift and sudden crunch of her mother's head in his hand. The fires in his sockets were blazing angrily, the maid's screams sounding like they were under water. He didn't stop with her mother.
 
Blood seemed to rain down at the estate as Motochika rampaged, pieces of the servants scattered about, torn to unrecognizable shreds. Nana lay untouched on the floor, the servants now just trying to flee after watching her mother be killed.
 
He butchered every last one of them without discrimination, what did he care? They didn't. They were willing to watch Nana die. He wouldn't allow such sins to go unpunished.
 
The slaughter would have gone entirely unnoticed had one of the servants not called the Jujutsu school to inform the president of Nana’s rampaging ability, begging for the aid of their sorcerers to stop her.
 
"You have to stop her!! You have to stop-!!" There was a wet crunch before the line went dead. Shingen couldn't allow such loss of life to continue, so he set out with some other sorcerers to subdue this curse.
 
There was little information on Nana’s ability, her parents reporting very little on her progress after it’s late manifestation. Up until recently, Nana hadn’t had an ability; he was going in blind, but he wouldn’t be going alone.
 
Mitsunari didn't seem very happy about this, but he never seemed happy. He was annoyed because his damnable sister was excited for him. You get to go with the president?, she had asked, I wish I could come too. Oh, how he hated her. He couldn't wait to rub this in her face.
 
Amaya sat in the car beside Mitsunari, staring out the window and trying to ignore his gloomy disposition. She knew barely anything about this mission other than what Shingen told Mitsunari and her, a girl rampaging with her ability at her home, already possible casualties.
 
When they arrived, the mansion was quiet as the grave. A barrier was created to keep Motochika from running off and killing others; but the feeling in the area made it seem like he didn't leave the home.
 
Amaya was posted up on the rooftop of the old home, looking through the sights of a gun to try and locate Motochika. The heavy black rifle was nearly bigger than she was, propped against the roof tiles. “I see him.” She spoke softly into the phone she held to her ear with her shoulder. “He’s on the south side of the home, he’s sitting with her, neither one is moving.” She swallowed hard. “I think… I think he killed her.”
 
"Does she appear injured?" Shingen asked. Mitsunari huffed and made a sign with his hands, a giant dog crawling out of his shadow to start sniffing the ground.
 
“Yes, sir. She seems to have sustained injuries to her head. Her face is bloody, as is her head.” She reported, looking from Nana to Motochika, who seemed to just be watching the unconscious girl at this point.
 
"Let's just go kill it." Mitsunari hissed and moved forward, only to be stopped by Shingen.
"We don't know for sure what we're dealing with. Don't be a fool." Shingen told him sternly. Mitsunari forced down his embarrassed flush, brows furrowed tight before following behind Shingen.
 
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