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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

She sat there silently for a moment, shoulders stiff and fists clenched. “About a decade..” She finally answered, feeling frozen in her seat. Had she forgotten Masamune? Why wasn’t she more concerned with getting out or the humiliating acts she had done? She desperately wracked her brain, trying to remember exactly when it had happened- she had to stay calm, play along and do as he said.
 
She took the drink and held it on her lap, not wanting anything else, she hardly wanted anymore TB she was so shaken up. “He.. hired me on as a body guard after an attempt on his life..” She didn’t want to speak another word, stomach in her throat as she remembered what happened like it was yesterday.
 
This question took her off guard, glancing up at him uncertainly, like she hadn’t heard him right, but upon seeing he was waiting intently for her answer, she knew she hadn’t. “No, I’m sorry.. I don’t know who you are.” Who was this guy, and why was he grilling her so intensely? Something told her he knew more about her than she knew about him, some kind of stalker?
 
Why was he telling her this? He knew Masamune? “You were friends then?” She asked, staring back down at the drink in her hand. Megohime was sure she didn’t know him at all.
 
She rubbed her finger slowly against the glass as she listened to him speak. A falling out then? She glanced up at him, eyes buzzing lightly from her medication, watching him expectantly.
 
"I'm only telling you all this because the TB will make you forget." He said, "So I'm not worried about this getting out." He fidgeted gently, seeming a bit nervous despite himself.
"Masamune and I were friends...our fathers were business partners."
 
She couldn’t hide the fear that flashed in her eyes at his confirmation that it had been the TB that made her forget Masamune once already. She held her drink tightly, daring to look up at him again. He wasn’t stupid, he wouldn’t close himself into a room alone with a Tag unless he had some way of defending himself. “Why tell me all of this if I’m only going to forget it?” She asked tensely, figuring she would be stronger than him despite his size.
 
“Fuck you. I’m not hurting Masamune for you.” She spat out, glaring hatefully- she couldn’t stand this anymore, even with the buzz of the TB making her senses dull and movements slow, she had to fight.
 
Her face burned red in embarrassment as she recalled the encounter, the humiliating acts she willingly did under the influence of that damned drug. She dropped the glass of alcohol in her hands, lunging across the distance to slug Matabei across the face as hard as she could.
 
He took the hit out if pure shock before grabbing her throat and slamming her into the table. He pulled his gun from his inner pocket and pressed it to her forehead, "I will send you back in a box if you ever pull something like that again."
 
She struggled against his grasp, only tensing up when he put the gun against her head. She glared up at him with tears in her eyes, struggling to breathe.
 
She had no idea what he was talking about, grabbing at his wrist as she started to see white spots. Megohime still couldn’t breathe, fear flashing in her angry and confused eyes.
 
Megohime scrambled away from him, holding her throat and glaring at him, making sure to keep her eyes on the gun as well. “It must kill you..” She rasped out. “Being replaced so easily.. I don’t know how you live with yourself.”
 
His gun hand twitched, "That's why you're here. I've been sitting and waiting since you first showed up. And seeing you...in bed with him..." He paused, "I had to hurt the both of you. Same way I hurt."
 
It finally clicked in Megohime’s head exactly what he was telling her, a wheezing laugh escaping her. “Oh shit, you..” Her eyes were glazed over, but it did nothing to dull the intensity in which she stared at him. “You’re in love with Masamune.”
 
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