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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

"I...I did it...for Amaya, dana..." Sasuke said, his voice hoarse, "Sh-She...she's safe...as long as I give...my kakuhou..."
"See? Free will." Matsunaga added.
 
Even while he was starting to fall into a sedated state, he still struggled and fought. “You’re killing him!” His lashing tails slowly began to slow, and he could fight no longer, his entire body numb and a great tiredness falling over him. “You’ll kill him..!”
“Subject is almost in a twilight state, secure his Kagune.” The lab techs went to work strapping down his tails, and once they were they brought over their tools- specially made surgical instruments to be able to cut through ghoul flesh without the use of suppressants. Yukimura was no longer able to fight, nor could he keep his eyes open any longer, quickly falling silent. “Subject is ready to be harvested, Inspector Hisehide. Shall we begin with harvesting his kakuhou pre-kakuja state?”
 
The rest of what Yukimura remembered was only bits and pieces, pain from being cut open waking him several times, but he quickly slipped back into sleep. The lab techs were able to easily find Yukimura’s Kakuhou- or rather kakuhou’s. He had six in total, and once they located them all, they cut his Kagune tails at the base before harvesting each one carefully.
 
Matsunaga was not far; in fact, he was busy finding someone willing to take Amaya off his hands. She was useless to him now, and Sasuke could no longer do anything for her.
 
The market for buying humans as both fighters and as pets was always looking for more. Humans died easily in fighting rings, and rich ghouls always wanted more than they deserved. It didn’t take long for Matsunaga to get an offer on her. An overseas group looking for more humans to fight in their ring, offering a fair price for Amaya.
 
A location was given to Matsunaga as to where she could be sent for her to be retrieved. It didn’t take long for him to receive the first half of his payment, a decent sum of money. The other half would be sent once Amaya was picked up at the agreed upon location.
 
Amaya was alive, but still not doing well. The affects of the poison still had her weakened, and she had been hanging up in his office for several days at that point. She looked up at him in confusion, making a low noise against the gag in her mouth, confused by his words.
 
Amaya didn’t understand at first, but she soon realized that he probably meant he was discarding her- wether to the CCG or someone else she didn’t know.
 
Amaya felt a panic settling over her, but her limbs were still numb for being strung up for so long, and couldn’t do much to fight him off. Leaving Sasuke behind meant he was going to die- not that she could’ve stopped it from happening being there anyway. Even so, she didn’t want to go- being shipped off to god knows where to god knows who.
 
Amaya tried to shove him away, not wanting to hear his explanations of what he was going to do to her before discarding her, tears of anger welling up in her eyes.
 
It was like magic words for this group of fools, dangle the threat of hurting their family over their heads and they agreed to anything. It was almost heartwarming; disgusting. This truly was not his Amaya any longer. She had been so thoroughly corrupted and ruined by Yukimura and his ilk there was no redeeming what remained.
 
"That's a good girl." He said and helped her down the hall to one of the lab rooms. He set her on the bed and moved to grab a syringe. "Don't squirm too much, if you don't mind."
 
Amaya sat unmoving on the bed he placed her on, eyes tired. She wished she could at least say goodbye to Sasuke before she left- no, she’d settle with even just seeing him alive still. She tried not to think of what lay in store for her, tried not to think of how the gag hurt her jaw, or how the cuts the wires left on her still throbbed with each heartbeat.
 
His words already sounded far away, watching him with a defeated expression, her eyes tired. It wasn’t long before her eyes closed and her breathing slowed, limp on the bed as though she was just sleeping.
 
Amaya was unsure how long she had been unconscious, but soon she found herself waking in a cold room. She lay on the floor, the metal ground beneath her icy cold. Others were in the room too, some awake and some either unconscious or dead, but it was too dark to tell just yet. Her head was pounding from whatever Matsunaga had injected her with, but it seemed to be wearing off all the same. After a minute of getting her bearings she got to her feet, looking around for a door or window of some kind, but found that the room they were in had none. She didn’t like the situation one bit, and liked it even less when she started to hear a group approaching from outside the room they were in. Whatever they were saying, she couldn’t understand a single word of it, realizing they weren’t speaking Japanese, but Mandarin. Amaya felt naked without a weapon in that moment, only in a shirt and pants, her shoes taken from her at some point in her journey when she was unconscious. She took a step back, wincing at the sudden bright light that flooded the room when the two metal doors making up one wall opened.
“Get them out and start sorting them, the entire shipment is for fighting.” One of the men in a white trench coat spoke to the others with him, all in the same attire he was, but she couldn’t understand a single word.
Two men entered what was a metal shipping container, starting to herd the people inside out, and it was only once Amaya moved past one of them on her way out did she recognize the heavy metallic scent of blood on them. Ghouls.
She forced herself to stay calm as they were herded into a large room, the smell of blood overwhelming inside, already the sorting process starting. One by one the ghouls in white approached each human, saying something to each one. Amaya noticed that some understood what the men were saying, one man reluctantly holding out both of his arms for the ghoul to inspect before the ghoul gave him an order. The man looked terrified as he went to the door on the left behind the ghoul, disappearing from sight. The ghouls repeated this over and over, saying something Amaya couldn’t understand, but figured was an order to see their arms for whatever reason. The sounds of screaming began shortly after, echoing loudly from the rooms before them, making everyone freeze where they were. When it was her turn, a ghoul approached her, saying the same order she couldn’t understand. “Hold out both your arms.” Amaya decided it was best to just do as the others were, even if she couldn’t understand what they were saying, holding out both of her arms. The ghoul looked them over, for what she wasn’t sure of, then he motioned for her to go to the door on the right.
 
Passing through the door, she was grabbed and pulled to an odd standing table with straps for her arms. They took her right arm and strapped it in before strapping her left arm to her body to keep her in place.
 
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