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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Ren made a noise and left the room, returning not long after and crouching at the head of the bed where Sasuke’s head was. “Can you eat on your own?” He produced a small plate with raw meat on it, cut into bite sized cubes. “Let’s start with that, then I can take care of that wound on your back.”

Hana nodded, bowing her head and leaving the room, closing the door behind her and leaving Matsunaga alone with Akihime.
 
"Yeah, I should be able to.." Sasuke replied and moved to try and eat. It was hard on his stomach, but he managed well enough. "I thought you weren't allowed to have flesh...?" He asked, somewhat curious.

"Yes, Matsunaga-sousakan...?"
"You let Sasuke go." He said and Akihime tried to stay calm.
"I threw him in the dumpster.."
"I'm no fool, Akihime. I know he's connected to you and Yukimura, and you were trying to spare him." He said. She furrowed her brows at him.
"You've taken more than enough from him! If you continued, he would have died!"
"And that is the fate he signed himself to. You didn't do him any favors, nor yourself or Yukimura." He turned to her and moved, causing her to back away, "And now you will suffer for it."
 
Ren admittedly was tempted to take a piece himself, but kept his eyes away from the meat to not tempt himself. “Yeah I’m not. This is for you.” He said. “I figured you’d be in a bad state and would need more than blood.”
 
"Thanks..." Sasuke said quietly, "Listen...about what I did..." he seemed embarrassed and ashamed, keeping his eyes on the plate, "obviously it was really shitty of me, I wasn't thinking and I was in a bad space...you don't have to forgive me, in fact I don't expect you to...but I am sorry..."
 
Ren was quiet for a long time, glancing briefly at Sasuke as he spoke. “Just finish your food.” He said, tone low but soft.
 
At least he got it off his chest. He finished the flesh steadily and sighed, already feeling loads better; his muscles didn't hurt nearly as bad.
 
Ren moved to put the empty plate in the sink, moving to the bathroom and getting the med supplies from under the sink. “I’m gonna have to disinfect this, it’s hard to tell if it’s infected or just irritated.”
 
“Just try not to move too much.” He said, pouring a bit of rubbing alcohol on his own hands to disinfect them before splashing some across the gaping wound on his back, using a wad of cotton balls to wipe at it as gently as he could.
 
Ren did his best to keep Sasuke still with a hand on his back. “The flesh should help the wound close, if not I can sew it to help it along.”
 
"Appreciate it.." He muttered before his fingers dug into the carpet and he cursed under his breath.

Yukimura sat quietly in his cell, waiting for orders as he usually did, his mind hazy from the drugs Matsunaga filled him with.
"No...please..." That was Akihime, wasn't it? Where was she?
 
Yukimura shifted before slowly sitting up from his spot on the cold floor, looking around with blurry eyes. How was Akihime there, he had watched her die. “Akihime..?” He called out, voice raspy.
 
"Yukimura! Don't look, ok!!" Akihime sat on the other side of a two way mirror, strapped down to a chair.
"Shut up." Kenzo punched her hard and she swallowed a groan of pain, tears in her eyes.
"Don't look..." She pleaded weakly.
 
Yukimura dragged himself to his feet, moving toward the glass wall and stumbling before catching himself against it, his blurry vision falling on Akihime. “Akihime..? Akihime… y-you’re here..!” He flinched himself when Kenzo struck her, looking around confused for a way into the room. “I-I don’t understand..! How are you here..?!” His voice sounded scared and tired.
 
"It's Matsunaga! He's drugging you up! He's using your kakuja as a weapon!"
"God, you must be deaf." Kenzo grabbed her hair roughly a tugged, earning a yelp from her before shoving her head back and opening a knife, "Keep talking." He dared.
 
Yukimura panicked when he saw Kenzo get out a knife, slamming his hand against the thick glass. “D-Damn you..!” He stumbled along the large glass wall, trying to find a way out. “Don’t touch her!” He snapped, finding no direct connection to the room Akihime was in.
 
Kenzo ignored Yukimura and dug the knife hard into Akihime's arm, watching blood bloom under the blade, a painful wail escaping Akihime's clenched jaw.
 
A heavy thud sounded beyond the glass, Yukimura slamming his shoulder into the glass as hard as he could. The glass didn’t budge at all, and the door that led into his cell was flush against the wall, with no handle on his side. “Stop it!”
 
Kenzo looked to Yukimura before splattering Akihime's blood against the glass, "Shut up, ghoul."
"Yukimura...please...don't look..." She pleaded softly.
 
Yukimura’s kakugan flared, but that’s about all he could manage after such a large cocktail of drugs, looking to Akihime with scared and desperate eyes, shaking his head. “N-No.. no d-don’t..! I can get you out- I-I can get you out!” He almost sounded like he was pleading with her now, hands pressed against the glass.
 
She smiled sadly, "It's ok...I'll be ok, I promise...just please..." Kenzo rolled his eyes and jammed the knife to the hilt into Akihime's thigh, satisfied when she jerked forward and screamed in agony.
 
Yukimura felt he had no other choice but to obey Akihime, squeezing his eyes shut tight, but her screams weren’t muffled by the glass. With each scream from Akihime he flinched harder, eventually sinking to the ground with his hands clasped over his ears, shaking as he fought his tears.
 
Her screams didn't stop, even when her voice was shot and ruined from them. Kenzo cut her and stabbed her, even choked her out close to blacking out.
"This is what she gets for going against Father. Her suffering is your suffering, Sanada."
"P...Plea...se..." Akihime rasped, "H-He h...as...noth...thing to do with thi...this..."
 
Yukimura stayed huddled on the ground, his breathing heavy and ragged as he obeyed Akihime’s order to not look, tears still managing to squeeze out and roll down his cheeks. His fingernails dug into the flesh on the side of his head, drawing blood as he rocked himself slightly. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he was already struggling not to hyperventilate- this was all his fault? She was being hurt because of him?
 
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