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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Amaya hadn’t yet reached the gun, but could hear Mitsuhide easily catching up to her. She half dragged herself, half crawled across the floor, grinding her teeth together to keep herself from crying out in pain from the movement.

There was no answer, Amaya’s phone ringing until it went to voicemail, Yukimura hanging up out of anger. He tried not to regret going with Masamune; tried not to blame Masamune for not allowing him to stay with Akihime like he had wanted.
 
"Is this what you're after~?" Mitsuhide asked, picking up the gun, "You saw what good it did when Megohime had it~ what makes you better~?" He moved to place it on the bar counter and looked them all over.
"Now then~ who to have fun with first~?"

Sasuke was weaving through traffic, breaking the speedometer to try and cut the drive time down as much as possible.
 
Amaya watched him take the gun helplessly, clenching her teeth in frustration- the five tranq-bullets she had on hand for Yukimura clenched tightly in her fist.
“It’s only fair.. that the host of the house, entertain their guests.” Megohime was back on her feet, but just barely. The idea of humiliation by letting those under her take the brunt for her was far worse than whatever he could possibly put her through.
 
Mitsuhide smiled wickedly.
"How polite of you to do so, Megohime~" He said. Akihime shook her head quickly, yelling behind her sealed jaw as she watched in horror.
 
“Bastard…” Amaya ground out, but could do little to help Megohime or Akihime.
“Get my name out of your mouth, filth.” Megohime hissed at him.
 
He hummed and made his way towards her.
"I quite like the way it feels in there~" He purred before grabbing her hard by the throat and chucking her like a doll towards Akihime. Akihime thrashed more, the chair scooting a little as she moved, and Mitsuhide moved to ziptie Megohime's wrists.
"What's this~?" He asked, grasping at the empty fingers in her gloves, "What happened here~?"
 
Megohime hit the ground hard in front of Akihime, face twisting in pain, then turning angry when he touched her gloved hand.
“Unhand me!” She hissed, kakugan flaring once more, pulling hard to try and snatch her hand away. She didn’t allow even Masamune to touch her hands, not in front of other people, and rarely without her gloves on.
 
Under the glove Megohime was missing her last two fingers, only two scarred mounds where her fingers had been cleanly removed.
Cuts and burns peppered her arm, all injuries she must have gotten before becoming a ghoul.
 
"My, my~ how did this happen~?" He pried, examining the missing appendages closely, "Must have been before you became a ghoul, how sad~ I can fix this, you know~"
 
“So what if it was?” She felt her skin crawl as he pulled her hand closer to look at it.
“There’s nothing to fix!” Megohime snapped, struggling in futility against him, her other gloved hand empty in the pinkie finger.
Amaya didn’t know the circumstances of Megohime’s missing fingers, but had always wondered why she always wore the gloves- had Masamune demanded fingers even of her? Or perhaps he had eaten them.
 
Megohime’s blood ran cold at the memory that stirred of how she had lost her fingers, scowling in repulsion at his suggestion.
“Had I wanted to do such a thing, I would have done so already.”
 
"That's why you hide them and play pretend~? I can grow them back for you~" He repeated. Akihime thrashed, trying to move the chair closer, her fear now replaced with anger. Mitsuhide looked up at her and chuckled.
"You'll get your turn~"
 
She punched him hard in the face using both of her bound fists, baring her teeth at him.
“Not fucking interested, asshole.” She spat.
 
He made a soft noise of pain and shook his head before grabbing her bound hands and grabbing her nubbed fingers. He pulled a blade from his back pocket and grinned.
"Let's get this over with~"
 
She struggled to break free from his grasp, but he was simply much larger and stronger than Megohime, leaving her fighting in vain.
Her eyes glared hatred at him, a flicker of fear in her red eyes as he raised the blade to her hand where her fingers were already missing.
 
Blood gushed from her hand down her arm, dripping steadily onto the floor as Megohime let out a wail of agony, writhing as she fought to break away from him. Her hand shook from the pain, blinding painful as it felt like fire ripped down her arm.
Amaya flinched at the scene, stomach twisting painfully as Mitsuhide removed the scarred lumps from her hand.
 
"Hm~? Why aren't you regenerating~? Could it be all that poison in your body~? Poor dear~" He cooed before pulling Megohime into a chair beside Akihime, tying her down as well, "If I help you regenerate, you're likely to kill me, and we can't have that~ not now~"
 
“You’re right about that much..” Megohime trembled in pain in her chair next to Akihime, breathing through her clenched teeth as she watched Mitsuhide work.
"I can't wait to eat your Kakuhou..." She muttered, hand still bleeding, but it had slowly begun to slow.
 
"Of course~ I'll be sure you get the first bite~" He said before turning to Amaya, "Now then, she'll need proper nourishment to heal, don't you think~?" Akihime began to rock violently in her chair and Mitsuhide turned to her.
"So impatient~"
 
Amaya recoiled slightly at his suggested idea, managing to get herself sitting up and leaned back against the wall for support with a weak cry of pain.
“I don’t eat staff.” Megohime jerked forward in her seat, eyes shifting nervously to Amaya as she felt what abysmal amount of control she had over the situation slipping quickly from her grasp.
 
"Beggers can't be choosers~" Mitsuhide replied as he moved to Amaya. Akihime rattled so hard that the chair fell over, causing Mitsuhide to pause and turned toward her.
"Oh dear..." He muttered and moved to help her upright again.
 
"I ain't beggin', asshole!" She pulled with all her strength against the zipties, but lacked the strength to pull free in her state- there was nothing she could do.
Amaya couldn't move much further than she already had, clutching her side gingerly, letting out a pained groan as she used the wall to push herself up bit by bit.
 
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