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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

“We wouldn’t run away.” Yukimura said firmly, a soft scowl on his face. “We’re here for Amaya.” He reminded.
 
Yukimura obliged Masamune, not giving him a response, brow furrowed slightly.

Amaya readied her makeup in the mirror, making sure she was presentable for the meeting. Her hair was growing back out rather nicely, reaching just past her shoulders now.
 
Yan wanted her there, being as close to a right hand man as she was. She was practically glued to him. So hearing that there was a big meeting from another boss from Japan coming, of course she had to go.
 
She finished touching up her makeup, making sure to grab her mask before heading to meet with Yan in his meeting room. She fixed her mask in place as she walked, tying the lace blindfold over her eyes.
 
“I had to fix my make up, I can’t be looking ragged in front of clients.” She said back, a soft smile on her face as she moved over to him, straightening his tie for him.
 
“That’s because I check my makeup frequently.” She said, flattening the tie before taking his hand. “Are we ready to see the guest?”
 
She made a soft noise, reaching to cup his face. “You’re spoiling me again.” She said, kissing his forehead, tone scolding but a soft smile on her lips.
 
He walked ahead of her, his guards following at her back as they made their way to the other room. Masamune stood waiting, hands in his pockets and cigarette in his mouth as he glanced around.
 
Amaya opened the door and entered ahead of Yan, preferring that she went first in the event of an assassination attempt on Yan. “Yan, Date Masamune.” Masamune, Amaya knew of him, but she didn’t know him personally. He was a ghoul, yakuza clan head, and an all out menace to general society and women at large. A serial killer with a preference of women, he had a rather notorious reputation.
 
"Yan," Masamune put out his cigarette and bowed, Yan returning the gesture oit of politeness, "thank you so much for meeting with me."
"It is good to see you after so long, Date. Would you care for refreshments?" Yan offered. Masamune nodded.
"Please, if you don't mind." He said. Yan shook his head and snapped his fingers at Amaya.
 
Amaya bowed and turned to move toward the cabinet that held the refrigerator of blood, her eyes falling on two silent figures standing off to the back. Her entire body went cold at the sight of them, looking disturbingly like her dead friends. She only froze for a moment, moving to the cabinet and retrieving the blood and two glasses, setting it on a silver tray. She hadn’t had hallucinations for a long time, so why today of all times?
 
Sasuke stood frozen as he watched Amaya, trying not to grab at Yukimura. He wanted so badly to just grab her and run, but he knew that would just lead to their death.
 
She had to hold herself together for the meeting, she couldn’t embarass Yan in front of such a prominent figure. Amaya brought over the tray and poured Yan and Masamune each a crystal glass of human blood, serving them both before moving to stand back behind Yan. She was glad for her mask, at least her eyes were covered, helping her not look at the two men that had her dead friends faces.
There was no doubt about it, even with her face covered and her hair much shorter than he remembered, it was without a doubt Amaya. But she didn’t seem to recognize either one- that or she was pretending not to. Yukimura stood where he was told to, stealing a glance every now and again.
 
Masamune thanked her quietly before taking a small sip.
"So, the reason I called to meet you is probably one you won't be too fond of." He said. Yan leaned against his ornate cane with feigned interest.
"Is that so?" He asked. Masamune nodded before gesturing to Amaya.
"I've seen your little pet there in glimpses of your fights. And I gotta say, I've taken to her." He said. Yan fought his scowl.
"You would be right that I am not fond of your reasoning." He replied.
 
Her heart skipped a beat, glancing at Masamune but not reacting. This situation was only getting worse, if she had caught this guys interest there was likely only one reason he wanted her. Food.
 
"Where di you find someone so pretty?" Masamune asked. Yan scowled now.
"That is none of your business." He replied. Masamune raised his hands disarmingly.
"Just curious," he said, "but I do wish to buy her."
"She isn't for sale." Yan said firmly.
"Please." Sasuke took a step forward before he could stop himself and Masamune shot him a heated glare. Sasuke glared at the floor and mumbled an apology.
 
Yukimura stood stock still, glancing anxiously from Sasuke to Masamune.
Amaya glanced to Yan, this hadn’t been the first time someone had offered to buy her, but it was the first time someone had called for a personal meeting on the matter. She didn’t understand the man’s outburst, but his voice made her feel sick- he sounded just like Sasuke.
 
"Suppose I do sell her to you," Yan said, "she is incredibly important to me. I've bonded rather deeply with her. She would come with a hefty price tag."
"I'm good for it." Masamune replied. Yan scowled and glanced to Amaya.
"What are your thoughts on this?" He asked her in Chinese.
 
She looked to Yan, frowning softly. “I… wish to make you happy, Yan- what you order me to do, I will do it.” She responded back in Chinese, a knot twisting in her stomach.
 
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