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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

Bernardo also seemed rather uncomfortable when Akihime handed her gun over to Yukimura, but only watching the Tag with sharp eyes.
Yukimura gave a nod as he took the gun, looking it over carefully before holding the gun out for her to take back. “It’s a nice gun, I prefer the Beretta PMX if I had a choice..” He said thoughtfully.

Ren blinked before smirking, putting his hand over Mitsunari’s and turning his head to kiss his fingers. “My mistake,” He said, moving over him and taking his chin to tilt his head up into a kiss. “Forgive me?”
 
Akihime nodded as she holstered her gun, "Sub machine guns are reliable, the Baretta is a fine choice." She agreed.
"We're going to arrive soon, my Lady." Claudia told her.
"Thank you, Claudia." Akihime called gently before returning her attention back to Yukimura, "So, how did you really get that bruise?"

"Always." Mitsunari replied, kissing him slowly and holding him against himself.
 
Yukimura made a face, but if the client was asking, he couldn’t lie. “Gastou.” He said, and it sounded like it didn’t even bother him, like it was just another part of his daily life. The bruise was bad, but it didn’t break the skin, covering the left side of his face.

Ren braced one hand against the headboard, cupping Mitsunari’s cheek with the other, rather enjoying the tenderness of his kiss.
 
"Why?" Akihime's tone was firm but not angry, at least not at him from what he could tell.

Mitsunari held the kiss like that for a moment longer before pulling away, "Maybe you should go, before I take from you again." He said light heartedly.
 
The question obviously made him uncomfortable, glancing away briefly before looking back to Akihime. “I asked too many questions again.” Yukimura saw nothing wrong with that fact, Gastou had told him time and time again he didn’t need to know all the details, that his job didn’t require him to think, just to kill.

Ren hummed softly, using his thumb to trace over Mitsunari’s lips. “Worried you’ll get scolded by Date~?” He teased.
 
She scowled gently and turned her head away when they pulled into the driveway. Claudia got out and let out Akihime first, bowing gently as Akihime walked a few paces before stopping, turning to wait for Yukimura.

"Worried I'll be too distracted." He replied, a ghost of a smirk on his face.
 
Yukimura was worried he had made Akihime mad, knowing he had probably should have just kept his mouth shut. Hopefully she wouldn’t tell Gastou he had opened his mouth, it would only earn him more bruises. He exited the car quickly, followed by Bernardo, Yukimura moving to catch up with Akihime.

“Ah, you’re right. I’d want to keep all of your attention after all.” He kissed him once more before letting go of him and moving to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling on his slacks. “I’m only a call away, just don’t keep me waiting too long.” He said over his shoulder as he got dressed.
 
Akihime walked with Yukimura inside and up some stairs, where he only assumed her bedroom was located. They didn't go there, however, which he found odd; Akihime pushed open a door and revealed an office within. She let Yukimura in before shutting the door behind them, moving to the desk, "So, about hiring you..." She began, her back to him.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Mitsunari replied before moving to get dressed himself.
 
It wouldn’t have been his first time screwing in an office, just never one as nice as Akihime’s. He had his coat off and his shirt over his head when Akihime spoke up, turning to face her as he absentmindedly worked on his belt, eyes bored and distant.

Ren was dressed before Mitsunari was, giving him another kiss as a parting gift before seeing himself out, not wanting to be caught up in the chaos that was quickly approaching.
 
"Your file said that you're rather capable fighter, and seeing as you're an S Rank, it only proves your-" She stopped when she turned and her expression fell flat, "Sweetheart, what do you think you're doing?" She asked gently.

Mitsunari made a noise, making sure he was presentable before heading out to meet with Masamune.
 
The question stopped Yukimura in his tracks, belt in his hands as his eyes met hers, confusion clear on his face. “You… Bought me..?” His brows were knit as he stared back at her, feeling rather self-conscious once he realized he was the only one getting undressed. “D-Did you not?” Maybe he was confused about what had happened- no, he was sure Gastou had called her a client, and he even saw her pay him, so why was she confused?

Ren was gone from headquarters by the time Masamune and Megohime arrived, Megohime parking the car and hopping out quickly to let Masamune out.
 
She nodded, "I bought you, yes, but not for that." She said before giving a coy smile, "Not that I'm not flattered. I don't fuck the help, however." She might bend that rule at some point, however, looking at him as he was now.

Masamune climbed out and offered a gentle smile at her, "Thanks, Mego.." He said gently.
"Welcome, Date." Mitsunari greeted, moving over. He proffered his hand and Masamune took it, shaking it firmly.
"Where are they now, Ishida?" Masamune asked gently. Mitsunari nudged his head for Masamune follow, nodding gently to Megohime in greeting as he turned.
 
Yukimura was lean, but rather well muscled, and Akihime could see that much better now that he was out of his shirt. He didn’t stay that way for very long though, the tips of his ears burning bright red as he quickly redressed himself. He turned his back to Akihime as he pulled his shirt back over his head, letting Akihime see the multiple bullet wounds in his back, all old scars now, but she counted six in total. “Please forgive my idiocy, I meant no disrespect- I thought that..” How could he be so stupid? “I thought you were a regular client.”

Megohime seemed pleased with his praise, but quickly hid her reaction when Mitsunari arrived, closing the car door behind Masamune and bowing her head slightly to Mitsunari in response, following close behind the two.
 
"Hey, it was an honest miscommunication. I'm not angry with you." She told him, her tone gentle, "Your contract was purchased to make you my new bodyguard. I take no pleasure in employing anyone to protect me, but it is a necessary evil. Do you swear yourself, body and soul, to my service, Sanada Yukimura?"

Mitsunari took them to the back of the building where a large gathering of displaced Twilights sat around in terrified confusion.
"As it stands now, I can only house about half of these people. Helping the rest of them will be hard for me to get past Matsunaga." Mitsunari said. Matsunaga Hisehide, as well as another Family Head, was also a rather notorious trafficker. He didn't really care if they were human or not, if they were clean and had a pulse, he'd take them and sell them. Masamune looked over the refugees with a soft frown.
"I think I have some old plots with houses left by my old man I can send the rest to." He said.
 
Yukimura felt rather conflicted, strangely sad yet relieved at the same time. Once fully dressed again, he turned to face Akihime, dropping to one knee and lowering his head to her. “I swear on my body and soul, to protect you with everything I have, Otani-sama.” Just like his papers said, loyal as a dog.

Megohime waited at Masamune’s side, expecting the business he had with Mitsunari to be rather slow and boring- it usually was. She was only half listening to Masamune and Mitsunari talking, glancing lazily over the group of refugee twilights until all three of them were rocked by an explosion. It was close, close enough to shake the ground under their feet and knock dust from the buildings. The crowd of Twilights before them cowered and screams of fear came from many of the refugees, some even fleeing from the group in a panic as a second explosion was set off in the opposite direction within the colony.
 
Akihime smirked a bit and offered her hand to him, "Welcome home, Yukimura." She told him softly, kindly.

"What the fuck was that?" Masamune asked. Mitsunari ripped the walkie talkie from his belt and started shouting into it, Masamune turning to Megohime, "Let's go find where those came from."
 
Yukimura nodded, reaching to take her hand as he stood, the palms of his hands rough and firm, but warm. He was a bit taller than her, almost a whole head taller, but he seemed hardly scary.

“Normals are attacking sir, two have been spotted, and they’ve already killed some of our own-” A third explosion was set off disconnecting the man on the other side of the radio- was he killed? Megohime glanced from Mitsunari back to Masamune. “It sounds like it’s just some idiot normals, they probably got their hands on some weapons and wanted to test them out- there’s no reason you should be bothering with clean up.” Megohime said, then smirked. “Why not just let me take care of things out there?”

Nana tossed a grenade up and caught it easily, watching the smoking body of the man who had been shouting into his radio, now scattered in multiple pieces across the alleyway. The pin from the other grenade swung around her gloved finger, a languid look on her face. “It really isn’t nice to tell on others.” She said amusedly, as if he could still hear her words.
 
"Would you like me to show you to your room?" She asked, "You can do whatever you want to it. I'll have Bernardo cinnect with you in regards to the armory: where it is, how to get in." She told him.

Masamune made a face but nodded, "Just be careful, ok? If they have explosives, that's still something that'll hurt pretty bad, Tag or not."

Motochika leaned against his giant iron club as he stood behind her, watching her as she had her fun. Some of Mitsunari's men came rushing toward her, guns poised to fire, and Motochika moved to get between them.
"Don't they know how unsafe running with a loaded gun is?" He asked before lifting the club one handed and smashing the Tags into the concrete.
 
Yukimura wasn’t expecting to get his own room, he’d never had one, so he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it- weren’t they only for sleep anyway? He nodded regardless. “If I may, I’d like to go over the lay out of the house, details like that are important for security.”

“Don’t go catching any grenades- got it.” Megohime said, waving over her shoulder as she headed for the door, starting off in the direction of the last explosion.

Nana wasn’t even bothered, turning to look at the men Motochika flattened with a soft smile, but it was a cold one. “You can’t fault Tags for having no brains, most of them rarely do.” She pocketed her last grenade and tossed away the pin of the last one she had used, moving over to Motochika. “If possible I’d like to clear out that garbage heap that came in just now, but if anyone tries to stop you, kill them too, okay?” She said gently, giving Motochika a kind smile.
 
She nodded and moved around her desk, hitting a hidden button and a slot jutted out. She pulled it open and grabbed gently folded papers, laying them open for him. They were blueprints and floor plans of the whole manor, she must really trust him to let him look at these.
"Study them as extensively as you like. You can even walk around with them." She said, "I trust you won't go wandering away with them."

"I mean it, Mego!" He called before moving to escort the terrified Twilights to a sacer space.

"Do I get a kiss per kill?" Motochika asked, looking down at her lovingly. A bit out of place for the situation, were anyone else witnessing them. But for Nana and Motochika, it was pretty normal.
 
“I won’t.” Yukimura nodded, moving over to stand on the opposite side of the desk, looking down at the papers. He put his hand on the edge of the papers, eyes flicking over the papers as he studied them- it wouldn’t take very long to remember them, but he still preferred to also trace out the house on foot. The better he knew his environment, the better he could react.

Megohime was already up on the roof of the adjacent building, moving quickly across the rooftops toward the smoke that rose only a few buildings away. Once she drew near she heard two people talking.
“Of course.” Nana said with a smile.
“Damn you’re one big dude.” Megohime stopped at the edge of the roof, looking down at the two, taking in the scene before her. The dead guild Tags at Motochika’s feet, and another one splattered across the alley not too far away. The scene looked wrong, how was it that four men with guns were killed by two people without, were they really humans?
Her thoughts were cut short as something slammed into the spot she had just been in, dodging it by a hair.
Nana pulled back the steel weight attached to the long chain she held, clicking her tongue in disappointment seeing she had missed crushing Megohime. “It seems the garbage really is piled high here.” She said, watching Megohime land on the adjacent roof, tactical knife in hand.
 
"Feel free to walk around." She told him gently, before pointing to the room down the hall from her office on the floor plan, "That's where you'll be sleeping, ok? All yours. Bernardo will still need to give you the code for the armory, however."

"Want me to go get her?" Motochika asked, "She's got a lot of hair I can grab."
 
“You don’t want me here with you?” He asked, looking up from the papers. So his room wasn’t far from her study? That made things easier for him, being stationed so close to Akihime.

Motochika just barely got his question out before something hard and heavy slammed into the top of his head. Megohime having finally coming down from the rooftops had slammed the back of her heel into Motochika’s head, landing on the ground between the two. She immediately had to dodge the sickle Nana swung at her in an attempt to disembowel her, but Megohime was faster, avoiding the blade completely. “Are you ok, Motochika?” Nana asked, readying her chain again as she kept her eyes firmly on Megohime, who was starting to catch on that maybe the two people in front of her weren’t normals.
 
"You wanted to take a look around, who am I to deny you. Unless you would prefer company?" She offered a kind smile and it made him tingle for some reason.

Motochika merely shook his head and cracked his neck, "Perfect." He gripped his club and rushed toward Megohime like the weight of it didn't hinder him, swinging it like it was a small tree branch in his hand.
 
He could feel his ears burning hot when Akihime smiled at him again, nodding his head before he even realized. “I-I’d rather not leave you all by yourself if I can help it.” He said, giving a small nervous smile.

“Seriously?” Megohime gave a nervous smile, jumping back away from Motochika as he chased after her. The blade she had wouldn’t cut it against his club, one hit and it would shatter it, hence why she tried to take him out from the start. This was no normal, he couldn’t be- even other Tags would’ve had their head split open by her kick, and he didn’t even seem bothered. By Tag standards he had to be S-rated, yet he wore no tags. She couldn’t get a good smell of him, the scent of Twilight blood and explosives dulling her smell.
“Catch her alive if you can, Motochika, but I won’t punish you if you can’t.” Nana’s chain went wizzing by Motochika, making Megohime have to move even faster to dodge both weapons.
 
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