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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

He was right, of course he was, Yukimura was the one laying on the ground in handcuffs, yet he still had to be able to do something. “And if I agree to more- anything else, can I see my family, confirm with my own eyes that they’re safe?”
 
“I’ll keep my word.” He said sternly, nodding firmly. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
 
After what only felt like shutting his eyes for a couple seconds, the door opened and he heard footsteps.
"Now, in order to harvest your kakuja and by proximity, your kagune, we'll need it activated." Matsunaga said.
 
Yukimura looked a little worse for wear, but his eyes still opened when Matsunaga entered the room. He looked up at the man standing over him, a soft frown on his face. “Right here?” He asked, tired from the suppressants.
 
"No, we'll be taking you to a different room in a moment. Wouldn't want the next tennant of this cell be worried by the blood if we harvested you here."
 
Yukimura sat up with some difficulty, but not much. “And once we’ve concluded with that? Can I see proof my family still lives?”
 
Yukimura got to his feet without a second thought, wobbling a bit from the suppressants still affecting him minimally. “I’ll cooperate.”
 
He didn't see anyone, maybe that was a good thing. He was guided into a room full of various types of equipment and a table with straps for arms and legs. Matsunaga gestured to the table, "Please, get comfortable."
 
Yukimura scowled at the room in front of him, but moved to sit on the table regardless, hands still handcuffed behind his back. It was hard to smell anything with the overwhelming scent of cleaning product in the room, so he couldn’t tell if he was imagining traces of Sasuke’s scent or not.
 
Yukimura could hardly breathe he was strapped down so tightly. “No.” He answered, staring up at the bright lights about him. When harvesting from both rinkaku and koukaku, it was easier to go through the belly to get out the kakuhou. The reverse was true for Ukaku and bikaku users, it being easier to remove the organ through the back.
 
There was a sudden shaking sound from across the room and Matsunaga turned his head slightly.
"Oh, dear. I didn't think he would wake up so soon."
 
Yukimura craned his neck to try and see what was the cause of the noise, a bad feeling twisting his guts.
 
"D..." Matsunaga turned and moved to a closed curtain hiding the other side of the room, "D...Dana..."
"Rest, you're exhausted." Matsunaga said gently, but the tone he used felt so disingenuous.
 
Yukimura felt his entire body go rigid at the sound of the familiar voice, horror slowly creeping across his expression as he looked to Matsunaga. “You said you hadn’t harmed them- what did you do..?!” He demanded.
 
Yukimura could feel himself starting to shake, refusing to take his answer. “Show me him. Let me see him now!” He snapped.
 
Matsunaga rolled his eyes gently and moved to draw the curtain back. The sight set before Yukimura was surely out of a nightmare. His dearest friend Sasuke was bound to a similar table to Yukimura, but he looked as though he had been there longer than he had been missing. His skin was pale and clammy, his cheekbones sunken in horrendously. He was covered in his own blood, a giant hole bored into him where his kakuhou was located.
"He agreed to this of his own free will, I can assure you." Matsunaga said to Yukimura.
 
Yukimura’s eyes widened, and he felt bile rise in the back of his throat at the sight. Is this where Sasuke had been this whole time? By the looks of him he had been there for a good while, and he had his kakuhou taken from him several times already. Matsunaga was lucky his lab assistants were already prepping for Yukimura’s surgery, for in the next moment his own Kagune erupted from beneath him, tails glowing a bright crimson.
“Get the mask on him, now!” One ordered, and a technician dared to move closer, forcing a mask over his nose and mouth that pumped a light sedative into his lungs. He lashed out regardless, cutting the technician deep across his forearm, making him cry out and stumble back, but the mask was already on. “You lied to me! You said my friends weren’t hurt! This isn’t what I agreed to!” Yukimura thrashed on the table, feeling his limbs grow heavy as the sedative worked quickly into his system, tears of anguish flooding down his face.
 
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