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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

"I know full well what he is." She didn't sound very happy, "I know full well what he's done. I know that he forces himself to trudge through everyday with the guilt of all the people he's killed. All the lives he's ruined. I know that he blames himself most of all for your death. How he regrets joining with me in exchange for your life. And if you wish to continue to enjoy the gift I have given you, you will do as I say."

Daihachi let her fall, not really knowing what to do with himself. His mind was still in a heavy fog, every fiber screamed for him to turn back and to wait for his mother to order him around.
 
Nana scowled deeply, tearing the page away from the book so she could write on a new one. "Fine." Was all it said, Nana tossing the book back onto the table and heading back to her tub of water.

Minehime's body ached, she was so weak, Tachi only being able to give her so much food and water. She staggered back to her feet and took Daihachi's hand again. "Let's hurry." She said quietly.
 
"I'm glad we could see eye to eye." She said before she turned and left.

Daihachi followed silently, and the farther he got from the castle, the clearer his head became. His grip on her hand tightened and he began to keep up easier.
 
Minehime glanced back at Daihachi when he became more animated, flashing him a soft smile. "Are you hurt?" She still had the hood of her cloak up, face hidden in shadows.
 
She frowned softly and almost looked ashamed. "I was let out." She said quietly. "Akihime's advisor came to me."
 
"He... Offered me freedom if I killed someone." She said, not able to look up at him. "I said yes."
 
She stopped and frowned. Of course he wouldn't want to be near a killer. "No, I didn't kill the person he had asked me to." She said, turning to look at him. "But I wish I had." She said, pulling the hood from her head. Both of her horns were gone, the golden cover that had replaced her missing horn was gone, revealing a clean cut, but the other horn, her other horn had clearly been broken off. Her cheeks were sunken in, and it was clear she had lost quite a bit of weight, bruises covering her face, and a long deep scar running over her brow and into her hair. "It was her who helped hurt me..."
 
She flinched a bit when he moved closer, but she shook her head. "It's fine... You didn't do this to me... Let's just get to Ieyasu-sama, ok?" She held out her hand again, smiling weakly.

Megohime found it odd without Kojurou around, but he simply refused to leave Jin until she had awoken, and she was in no condition for any travel at all. The castle almost seemed empty, not that she wandered around much anyway, mostly staying with Masamune or in his bedroom.
 
He nodded and took her hand gently, following her to Mikawa.

Masamune was kept busy now that he had to house troops that weren't even his. So much paperwork and so very little time to do it all in. He was worried about Kojurou, he had never been apart from his friend for as long as he could remember and it made him anxious.
 
Megohime hovered around Masamune unless he got frustrated with her and told her to leave, which she only listened occasionally. Lounging among the mountains of paper in Masamune's office, she lay stretched out on the couch, watching Masamune work with bored eyes.
 
"Not in this life, no." She said, sitting up and thumbing through some of the papers beside her. "Why doesn't the witch do this paperwork? They're her men." She muttered.
 
Megohime scowled softly, Kojurou refused to come home without Jin, and it didn't seem like she'd be waking up anytime soon. "Yeah." She said softly, setting aside the papers. "Is there anything I can help with?"
 
Megohime blinked in surprise, he'd never asked her to help with such an important task before, then again, she had never offered. "Yeah, sure." She moved over to the desk Gathering an ink well and a pen, moving a stack of papers and getting to work.
 
It felt like hours before they even made it through half. He stopped when his hand started to hurt, putting down his pen and rubbing his hand. "Damn..."
 
Megohime groaned in frustration as she set her own pen aside, leaning back against the couch. "I'm gonna skin that witch." She grumbled.
 
Megohime rested her head against his shoulder, eyes wandering over the stacks of paper absent-mindedly. "Y'know, you could just house the soldiers with the livestock."
 
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