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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

“A kiss would be nice.” She said, fidgeting with the sleeve of her coat. “It would make up for the beating I took.”
 
Megohime made a soft noise of satisfaction, leaning into him as she kissed back, putting her hand on his knee.
 
He held her carefully, not wanting to cause her any discomfort as he held the kiss. It was surprisingly soft as compared to the type of man he showed himself to be.
 
Megohime deepened the kiss a bit, squeezing his leg lightly. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t hate the idea of being with Masamune in that moment.
 
Megohime pressed herself against Masamune, making a weak noise of enjoyment. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the mess of brown hair to control his head.
 
Megohime enjoyed being on top, able to lead the pace, and set the tone. She shifted in his lap, rubbing herself against him to tease him.
 
Megohime was breathing a bit heavily, her hands starting to move over Masamune’s body, touching and caressing him.
 
He growled lowly, both in excitement and annoyance when he noticed the car stopped moving.
"We're home, hitto." The driver called and Masamune huffed as he pulled away from Megohime.
"Goddammit.." He muttered.
 
Megohime pulled away, panting softly. “We can finish this after I’m cleaned up..” She said quietly, crawling off of his lap so they could get out of the car.
 
“Sure, if you beg nice enough.” Megohime jabbed, a smirk on her face. She was surprised at what Masamune’s house looked like- a traditional Japanese manor, and from what she could see of the courtyard already, an impeccably kept one at that. “Nice house.”
 
"Thanks...been in the family for a hot minute." He replied before guiding her inside. When he opened the door, everyone stopped what they were doing to bow to him.
"Okaerinasai, hitto!!" They yelled in unison. Masamune waved them down before taking Megohime's hand.
"The bath is this way.."
 
Megohime followed Masamune, glancing briefly over all of the men in the room- were they also all ghouls? She knew it was probably better if she didn’t ask, staying close to Masamune as they made their way to the baths.
 
He stopped in front of a door and pushed it open, showing a rather modern bathroom despite the oldness of the house, "Take your time, I should have something in your size around here somewhere."
 
Megohime nodded and let go of Masamune’s hand to step into the bathroom. “Thanks.” She said, tone soft again. “You really didn’t have to do any of this.”
 
Megohime felt a flutter inside her chest, and her face burned with embarrassment. “I guess that would make you kinda shitty.”
 
Megohime closed the door after him, standing at the door for a moment longer before going to the mirror to see just how bad she looked. Her face was swollen in some places, bruises already starting to form from Tsukiyama battering her around. Her nose didn’t look broken, but her lip would take a while to heal. Her neck had stopped bleeding a while ago, but blood had dried over her chest and dress. She stopped examining her own wounds, mind wondering- what wounds did Akihime endure? Would there be anything left of her to bury, if they would find anything at all?
She moved away from the mirror and to the shower, feeling oddly numb about the whole situation. This was just how things were supposed to be as an investigator. Being one meant putting yourself in danger and dying if you ended up unlucky. It still didn’t feel right, didn’t feel fair; why did Akihime end up being the only one unlucky?
 
How would Ishida take it? Would he even care? What of their father? Yoshitsugu had been a well known investigator, one of the most high ranking one's in the CCG, would he mourn for his daughter? Would his heart break over not having a body to bury? All these weighed heavily on Megohime as she sat under the scalding water, not hearing Masamune come in and set clothes on the sink. She didn't see him watch her from behind her privacy screen, breaking the silence for a while.
"I'll have my boys look for your friend..." He told her gently, like he knew what plagued her.
 
Megohime flinched at his voice, not expecting him back so soon, or maybe she had been taking too long. “Oh, she isn’t my friend-” She winced at how awful that came out. “I mean, she’s my coworker.” That really didn’t make it sound any better, but truth was she didn’t know much about Akihime. “Thank you is what I’m trying to say- please bring something back, so at least her family doesn’t have nothing.”
 
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