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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

After a few moments of silence, Megohime got up herself, cleaning herself up before dressing and slipping out through her window. She wasn’t going to be long, just stock up so she wouldn’t have to leave the estate for a while. She made sure to stick to the shadows, keeping out of sight as she made her way back to the whore house she had been at hours prior.
 
"You again." The bartender scowled gently at the sight of her, "We don't do handouts, you know. You'll have to come back with real money if you want more."
 
Megohime tossed a thick wad of cash on the counter, then a second, and a third. “What will this get me?” She had dipped some into the money she was stashing away for savings, figuring it would be easy to replace.
 
He looked it over and picked it up, thumbing through them quickly before taking them to the back. He came back some time later with a couple of bottles.
"This will get you a couple of months if you aren't greedy with them."
 
Megohime picked up the bottles and pocketed them. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She muttered, turning to head back toward the door.
 
Megohime felt a tinge of shame, lowering her head so she didn’t have to meet anyone’s gaze as she went through the door. “Yeah.. whatever..” She mumbled, just trying to keep her face hidden.
 
As soon as she stepped out, a bag was thrown over her head and she was yanked backwards; her hands were zip tied behind her back as she was hoisted into the back of a car.
 
Megohime didn’t even have time to scream before she was in the car, feeling the ties tighten around her wrists. She fought back hard, kicking out and thrashing to sit upright. “Get off!” She snarled, unable to see her attackers with a bag over her head.
 
Megohime was in a bad angle to fight back at all, arms pinned behind her, and her legs easily pinned down in the cramped back seat of the car. She quieted down right away, not wanting to find out if they were really willing to break her legs or not.
 
Megohime fought back the slew of insults she wanted to hurl at the men, body rigid as she complied. The drugs in her jacket pocket, knocked loose in the struggle, finally fell out of her pocket and onto the floor, feeling her heart leap into her throat as if the moment couldn’t get any worse.
 
Megohime felt her face burn red in embarrassment, refusing to respond to their jeering. Were they targeting her, or had she just been unlucky?
 
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, you don’t know what you’re talking about..!” She hissed out, her patience short and nerves frayed.
 
Megohime was winded, only able to let out a wheeze as she curled up, seeing white behind her eyes. Once more she was silent, doing her best to count the minutes that went by, peeking when the car came to a stop and parked.
 
They hauled her put of the car, dragging her inside and up some stairs.
"Boss, we brought her."
"Ah, really? Good, good. Bring her in."
 
Megohime stumbled along, doing her best not to trip as she moved forward blindly. She didn’t recognize the voice of the man at all, sweating from the adrenaline.
 
She was dragged forward again before being forced to her knees and having the bag pulled roughly from her head. In front of her was a tall lanky man - sickly almost - with gaunt features and inky hair pulled into a ponytail with messy loose strands.
"You're Masamune's top Tag...?" He asked, before his gaze moved to his men, "You've brought me a junkie..."
"This is Tamura Megohime, boss. We've been watching her, like you asked."
 
The word was like a punch to the gut, it made her flinch- junkie. She bit her tongue, lowering her gaze as her ears burned with shame.
 
Matabei kept his eyes on his men as he moved around his desk to stop in front of Megohime, finally looking at her once he stopped in front of her.
"What are you doing with such large dosages of TB...?" He asked curiously, "Does Masamune know...?"
 
Megohime glanced up at him nervously, he clearly knew Masamune and her well, but she didn’t know who he was at all. “What do you think?” She muttered lowly.
 
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