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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Yukimura took a step away once he was freed, rubbing his wrists and looking at Masamune distrustfully. “I take it I start now?”
 
Masamune nodded, smiling softly before taking a couple steps away from Yukimura.
"Just, uh...well, you won't be seeing Akihime for a while." He replied, "Don't worry, I've got that covered~"
 
“What do you mean I won’t see her for a while? How long is a while?” He peppered Masamune with questions, paired with the appropriate amount of hand waving.
 
"Well, you're gonna be so busy fighting that you probably won't even remember what she looks like. I know what the smell of blood does to a kakuja. You'll be lucky to remember your own name at the end of the day." Masamune replied.
 
Yukimura had completely forgotten, how could he have forgotten so easily the black pit his kakuja threw him into. “I’ll fight it.” He said firmly. “I can control myself.”
 
Yukimura looked absolutely determined despite Masamune’s teasing. “Who did you want to have me going against?”
 
"Anyone and everyone who thinks they can fight a near perfect kakuja. The dark underbelly of Tokyo is full of desperate idiots wanting to make something of themselves or earn some cash. You're going to make me so much money~ it's the perfect debt relief~" Masamune replied.
 
“How much do I have to win for you?” Yukimura asked. “I don’t prefer taking dives, but if it works off the debt, I’ll do it.” A fighting ring then? This wouldn’t be something outside of his scope.
 
Masamune made a show of thinking, "Amaya did cost me a pretty penny.." He said, "And you do owe me for finding Akihime when she was Laurent's fuck toy." His eyes moved over Yukimura before smirking, "Sorry. Poor word choice."
 
Masamune’s eyes were barely on Yukimura for a second before he clocked Masamune hard across the face with no warning. “Watch how you speak about my wife!” He snapped, kakugan flared and the veins around his eyes angry.
 
Masamune stumbled backwards, holding his face before glaring hatefully, "You haven't even married the bitch yet." He hissed before he swung hard on Yukimura, catching him in the face as well.
 
Yukimura took the hit with a grunt, not bothering to block or evade his attack. Instead he let out a yell and tackled Masamune at the waist to take him to the ground. “I’ve had enough!” He straddled Masamune as he slugged him hard across the face, holding him tightly by the front of his shirt. “You’ve disrespected my wife far more than I should have allowed!” He struck Masamune again, harder this time- he didn’t care if his fist broke, he was going to keep hitting. “It ends here! I’m the one who’s your dog- treat me how you wish, but-!” He punched Masamune in the eye, barking his words out through his teeth, nearly frothing at the mouth. “You will show respect to Akihime!”
 
Masamune let Yukimura hit him, let him spit his venom, before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him forcefully into a headbutt that broke Yukimura's nose. His kakugan was flared and veiny, his anger at a fever pitch.
"You know, I totally get this whole white knight bullshit you're touting. If anyone said anything like that about Megohime, I'd flay them alive. However," he used his whole weight as well as a bit of a push from his bikaku to throw Yukimura off him. He jumped up and slammed his foot onto Yukimura's chest before jamming it to his throat, "a dog who bears its teeth too much gets taken to pasture. And I don't really want to to work Sarutobi into a grave carrying your slack. So, here's what's going to happen: the next time you put your fucking hands on me like that, I'm taking Akihime's. I don't give a shit if she's Japan's Prime Minister, I'll respect her when she's fucking earned it. And I'm delighted to tell you that she's barely earned a kind word."
 
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Yukimura couldn’t keep up with Masamune’s speed, being completely overwhelmed. The blow to his chest felt like it would nearly crush his ribs, only able to let out a strangled noise with Masamune’s foot on his throat. Blood was staining the front of his shirt, nose gushing blood freely, covering his bared teeth as he glared back at Masamune briefly before finally looking down in defeat.
 
"That's what I thought." He said before moving his foot, "Tell ya what, Sanada. You got some real heavy nuts to be willing to beat on me like that, so for that I'll cut her some slack."
 
He coughed and wheezed as he sat upright, holding his neck tenderly. “Thank you..” It was hard-fought, but he would take it.
 
"Now then, you'll get a little bunk area to call your own between fights. And you can cannibalize your opponents when you win, I don't care. Man's gotta eat." Masamune said, as casually as if their fight never happened.
"But I'm serious about not seeing Akihime for a while. Can't afford distractions."
 
Yukimura did his best to wipe the blood from his face, pinching his nose to try and stop the bleeding. “For how long?” He groaned in pain, frowning softly.
 
“Fine, let’s get things over with..” He sighed, pushing himself up on his feet. “I’m at your disposal, boss.”
 
Masamune took him to his little bunk room, which just had a bed and a toilet. May as well have been a jail cell.
"Don't mention it. This will all be over before you know it~"
 
Amaya was working the bar alone, only for an hour while the bar manager was tending to business in the city. Washing the glasses Akihime had brought to her, she kept an ear out for anything worth listening in on.
 
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