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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

It wasn’t clear if it was the threat to Akihime’s life or the command from Akihime herself, but Yukimura stumbled back like he had been struck across the face. He was breathing hard, confusion twisting his face as his nervous eyes darted between Matsunaga and Akihime.
 
"I-It's ok, Yukimura, it's ok! I'm ok, look!" She moved back over and took his hands, smiling brightly, "see? No harm. He just scared me...he won't do that again.."
 
“He… he killed them..” It felt like Yukimura’s head was splitting in two. Why were his memories so tangled, why was it so hard to remember things he had seen first hand. His eyes landed on Matsunaga as he clutched his head, as if to keep it from tearing in two. “You killed them..!”
 
Matsunaga didn't seem very intimidated, watching the two with cold eyes.
"We won't be going over the why of it again, Yukimura. You know why."
"Yukimura, I need you to calm down...if you don't, your kakuja will act up again...! I have you back, don't let me lose you...!" Akihime pleaded.
 
Yukimura struggled to let go of his anger that bubbled up to the surface, but squeezed his eyes shut tight, taking another step back to keep himself away from Matsunaga in case he tried to attack him again.
 
"Th-There we go...that's it..." Akihime soothed. She looked when she heard a gun clock and her eyes widened when Matsunaga aimed for Yukimura, "No!!" She moved to stop him but it was too late, Matsunaga fired three times, shooting Yukimura with what she only assumed were suppressants.
 
Yukimura felt all three impacts in his chest and shoulder, staggering back before falling to the ground. For a moment he felt nothing happen, only growing more confused.
 
"Yukimura...!!"
"Let's go, Otani-sousakan. He needs his rest." Matsunaga said. Akihime whimpered softly before moving towards Yukimura, kneeling beside him and holding him tenderly, kissing his temple down to his cheek.
"I love you...I'll be back soon, ok...? Get some rest, we'll work everything out when I come back.."
 
Yukimura could only sit in his spot on the ground, feeling his limbs growing numb from the suppressants. He watched Akihime leave with anxiety in his chest, not wanting her to leave, but unable to say those words aloud.
 
She smiled sadly before moving to stand, making her way back to Matsunaga, who only watched Yukimura with a small satisfied smirk on his face.
 
Yukimura could do nothing else but slump over and lay on the cold floor as he watched Akihime and Matsunaga go, eyes glued to Akihime as the desire to call out to her grew stronger and stronger. He felt afraid, and he didn’t want her to go, but it’s like he had forgotten how to speak.
 
He didn't know how long he had been laying there, whatever it was Matsunaga shot him with finally kicking in. The room began to warp, like he was under water, and he didn't know where he was anymore. Was he still in the cell? Was he home?
 
Yukimura had to close his eyes to keep from vomiting, the room still swaying beneath him despite doing so.
 
His vision was blurry, but he could make out Akihime in front of him. “Akihime… it isn’t safe here… you have to go, find the others and leave.” He managed out, unable to sit up from his spot on the ground.
 
"Daijoubu...everyone is fine, I promise..." She told him. He didn't know if she didn't hear, but he heard the sound of shoes against the tile behind her. Matsunaga stood there, watching, but didn't say anything.
 
Yukimura shook his head, tears forming in his eyes, not seeming to notice Matsunaga at all. “I watched him kill them- the humans in our group; all of them are dead…!” His voice cracked from grief.

Amaya had spend countless days going from locked up in her room to accompanying Yan when he desired her company. She was begining to pick up a few words in Chinese, but it was still difficult to understand much else. She had mapped out one escape route from her room, but with how monitored she was, escape seemed out of reach. She had no weapons, no help, and only one path out of the building- it would be a suicide mission, and despite her wanting to end her own life, she didn’t have the nerve to try again. Yan had told her she would have a new name, one that suited her more- Fu Xuan. It really did make her feel like a pet, being renamed by her new owner.
 
"It's ok, Yukimura. I promise, everyone is alright." There was the sound of a gun, and Matsunaga pointed it straight at Akihime's head, "You must be suffering still from your kakuja."

Yan seemed rather pleasant with her; more patient and kind than Matsunaga had ever been. He didn't seem like he knew she was trying to escape, but he was a ghoul and nothing was to be expected of him.
 
The noise brought his attention away from Akihime to the gun pointed at her, confusion and fear making his eyes wide as he struggled to get up. “A-Akihime..!” He tried to warn her of the imminent danger she was in, feeling his throat grow tight. He had to protect her, he had to get up and fight.

Amaya slowly stopped herself of thinking about escape routes and plans. None of them had good chances of success and even if she did manage to escape, there was likely nothing and no one waiting for her back in Japan. Matsunaga had found their little group, rooted them out, and had probably already disposed of them. She obeyed Yan’s every whim, remained quiet and compliant, doing as he asked and sitting at his side looking her best. The cuts from Matsunaga’s wires were nothing but thin lines on her skin, barely noticeable and still fading- in time they’d be completely gone.
 
"Yuki-?" Her sentence was cut short as Matsunaga pulled the trigger, the pop of his gun deafening as her blood sprayed across Yukimura's face. Her hand dropped and she fell to her side, blood pouring from the open wound, but the smile never left her face.

"Fan Xuan." Her door opened and Yan stepped in, "How are you today? Have your needs been met?"
 
Yukimura felt like every atom of his body was being torn apart, his hands shaking. He watched Akihime’s body hit the ground and remain there, blood quickly pooling around her head from the gaping wound. He finally managed to ungracefully scramble to her body, collecting her in his arms and clutching her close to his chest as his loud wails filled the room. His screams of anguish echoed in the room, only able to cradle Akihime’s body close as he rocked back and forth on the ground.

Amaya stood when Yan came in, the same feeling of loneliness making her chest ache. She wore another expensive dress, hair slicked back and a full face of makeup on. “I..” She wrung her hands together as she avoided his gaze. “I only wish you wouldn’t leave me locked in here as much as you did..” She said softly. “I want to be at your side.”
 
"Interesting." Matsunaga watched from the outside of Yukimura's cell, watching him rock back and forth, "I didn't think it would effect hin like this."

Yan made a noise, "I do apologize for keeping you cooped up in your room. Would you like to come out with me?"
 
Yukimura cradled nothing, arms completely empty as he mourned over an imaginary person- but he didn’t seem to be acting at all. He had truly come to believe that Akihime had died in front of his very eyes.

Amaya kept her gaze lowered, feeling an odd mixture of shame and relief as she nodded. “Please?” She asked softly.
 
"Perhaps I used too much." Matsunaga mused before walking away.
Akihime moved through the complex, wondering where Sasuke was being held. She tried not to seem suspicious, but she was nervous and it was obvious.

Yan offered her his hand, "Come. I have nonsense business you could come with me on."
 
A few of the other members were milling about, but they seemed to be actively avoiding Akihime once they crossed paths with her- probably still sore to the perceived special treatment of the newest member. The complex was surprisingly small, but still it was built like a maze. A few obvious lab techs walked by on occasion, coming and going from various rooms and winding hallways.

This seemed to please Amaya, who moved to take his hand without hesitation, looking like a dog who had just been rewarded. For some reason, being treated well and locked in a comfortable room made Amaya even more lonely. Without the external stimuli of pain keeping her mind busy, all she could focus on was her racing thoughts. She was isolated and alone, and the thought of Sasuke’s fate made her wish she could simply go to sleep and forget about it.
 
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