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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Amaya nodded, feeling almost numb, her body tired. “Yeah..” She nodded, moving to climb the stairs out of the basement.
 
“Don’t worry about it.. He took my panic button, so I didn’t expect it to be fast.” Amaya said, doing her best to stay upright.
 
Amaya had deja vu from leaning her head against the window, dizzy from the head wound. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make everyone worry..”
 
Amaya made a soft noise, reaching to touch her head to feel the wound on her scalp. “Think it’ll need stitches..?” She sounded a bit out of it.
 
Amaya let out a soft groan, closing her eyes again. “Let’s just get home first..”
 
Amaya was quiet for the rest of the car ride, head pounding and exhausted, reprieved to just be safe again.
 
She groaned softly, wanting nothing more than to sleep, but nodded and opened her eyes.
 
Amaya laid in bed, letting Sasuke look at her scalp wound. “So, think it’ll need stitches doc?” She joked.

Yukimura and Akihime were both in Yukimura’s room, looking over papers of information Akihime had wrote out for him. “These are meticulously detailed, thank you, Akihime!”
 
He smiled softly and made a noise, "Thankfully, not many~" He teased.

Akihime blushed heavily, not used to praise of any kind, "O-Oh, thank you...! I did my best...!"
 
“Oh good, I was worried this was going to hurt.” She said with a tired laugh.

Yukimura looked at her with a smile. “These will be helpful in keeping our people safe while going out, you did a great job.”
 
"Just take it easy, I'll get you patched up...we'll check your cognition and see if you're clear for a nap~" He told her.

She didn't think she could blush more, "A-Arigatou.."
 
Amaya nodded, smiling but feeling tears burning at her eyes. They swelled up and spilled down her cheeks, surprising Amaya herself. She touched the tears and wiped them away. “Sorry.. I guess things are just starting to catch up to me now..” She sniffled- of course she’d cry, most people would if they went through a situation like she did.

Yukimura looked to her, ears flushing too when he saw how red her face was. “W-Was it something I said?”
 
"Wha'chu apologizing for? You're fine." He leaned down and carefully kissed her forehead, "Don't be such a baby...~" He teased before moving to get what he needed to stitch her up.

"I-I just...I've never been praised...it's odd..." She replied nervously, "B-But I like it...! Ah, that's weird...I'm sorry...!"
 
Amaya wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. “I’d like to see you get taken by a crazy fan and see you not cry..” She poked back.

Yukimura’s face flushed more and he rubbed his neck, trying to think of anything to say. “I-I could always do it more..?” He realized how dirty it sounded, face turning beet red.
 
He chuckled as he tugged on some gloves and sterilized everything, "Crazy? I was crazy once." He said absently, a grin on his face.

"Please?" It came out before she even realized it and she sat frozen, eyes wide and full of embarrassment.
 
Amaya gave a half laugh, more tears falling down her face. “Stop, he really did lock me in a room..!”

Yukimura’s face burned as he set down the papers in his hand, moving a step closer to Akihime so he was stood in front of her looking down. “Good girl.” He said softly, reaching out to touch her cheek. He didn’t know what came over him to say such things.
 
"A rubber room? A rubber room with rats?" He asked, applying the lidocaine to numb her wound so he could stitch it, "Did the rats make you crazy?"

Her lips quivered as she looked up at him, and he could smell the arousal immediately. She turned her head gently and kissed his palm slowly, "Arigatou...~"
 
Amaya winced when he stuck the needle into her scalp, but kept still as to not mess him up. “Ugh, you’re going to be the one to make me crazy if you don’t stop quoting that.” She mumbled.

The scent of her arousal and the kissing made Yukimura’s cock twitch. He caressed her face, rubbing his thumb across her lips as he watched her, breathing a little heavy. “Why don’t you show me more of how much of a good girl you are?”
 
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