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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Jin looked over at Kojurou, beaming down at Shigenaga, who looked back up at him with curious eyes. "I know you'll be wonderful." She said, moving over and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek as she relaxed against his back.
 
"You won't." She said gently, petting his hair gently, enjoying her time with Kojurou and her son. "You'll make him so proud."
 
The days went by as normal, and the soldiers no longer looked like they'd be bothering Jin, all was peaceful. All until Kojurou's world came crashing down around him once again.
"Katakura-sama!!" Pounding came at the door, it was very early in the morning, still dark outside, yet someone came to his door in a panic.
 
It wasn't a servant, it was actually a farm hand, one of the young men who worked in the fields. "It's Jin-dono!" His face was pale, and he was out of breath, like he had run the entire distance from the fields.
Jin? Hadn't she been in bed with Kojurou moment earlier? Upon glancing back, his wife indeed was no longer in bed where he had last seen her.
 
The young farmer led Kojurou out to the fields and just beyond them, to where they kept the livestock. Three other farmers had already gathered outside the closed barn, one of them holding a lantern, both of them had a stern look on their face, which softened when they saw Kojurou. "Obaa-san's inside with her." Was all one could say, looking away out of shame.
 
The barn was mostly quiet except for the soft snorts of pigs, the glow of a lantern at the end of the barn house, showing where Jin and an elderly woman sat. The older woman looked up when Kojurou entered, a frown on her wrinkled face. "Katakura-sama.." She too looked pale, sounding like she was going to cry. Jin sat beside the old woman, her dead-eyed stare piercing into Kojurou, but they didn't follow his movements. Her lip was split and bruised, an eye swollen shut, and her nose bloodied, that wasn't what stopped his heart though. Jin's beautiful hair had been cut off in uneven chunks, almost like it had been done intentionally bad, or with a full blade. She was wrapped in a large old blanket, the old woman known as Obaa-san holding Jin by the shoulders. "I'm so sorry, Katamura-sama..."
 
Kojurou's eyes widened and he moved over, kneeling before Jin and touching her cheek gently, hoping for some kind of positive response to his presence. "What happened? Did anyone see what happened?"
 
Jin gave no response at all, staring blankly through Kojurou, even when he touched her swollen cheek. "Ryuunosuke was coming to start the morning feeding the animals.." The woman frowned softly, looking down at the floor. "It was Toyotomi's men, they had attacked her."
 
Jin was silent the entire walk back, her eyes as blank as a corpses'. What had they done to her that had made her regress so far into herself?
 
Once the blanket was pulled from her shoulders, he could see all of what the soldiers had done. Her night gown had been torn open, bite marks so deep they broke her skin covered her chest, bruising around her neck and on her thighs, blood staining the blanket where she sat.
 
She didn't answer, she simply stared, pieces of hay stuck in her mangled hair, covered in dirt. Her face held no emotion, none at all, maybe she just needed a little more time?
 
He frowned and picked the hay from her hair gently, brushing it out slowly as to not make things worse for his wife. "I'll have Kita come and fix your hair in the morning.." He told her softly, "Do you want to bathe and change before bed...?"
 
It was like speaking to a statue, she said and did nothing, she didn't even shed a tear. She was rather beat up, perhaps all she need was a good rest? Hopefully that would help a little.
 
He would rather have her cleaned up instead of sleeping in soiled clothes, "Jin..." He pleaded gently, "Please, a quick bath and then we can sleep all day, as long as you like..."
 
Jin slowly rose to her feet in front of Kojurou, not bothering to fix her robes, her hand however was latched onto his, but she still retained that same blank look.
 
He followed her and readied the bath for her, taking her ruined clothes and tossing them away, "I'll get you some fresh clothes, I'll be in the other room for a second, I promise.."
 
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