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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Megohime stood and smoothed out her robes, glancing away. "It's fine." She said, then left in a hurry, just wanting to be away from Akihime for the moment.
 
Akihime was particularly sour today. The maids chalked it to her being pregnant; mood swings were not uncommon. Everyone avoided her as much as possible, even Amaya and Yukimura kept their distance.
 
Tachi was milling around as usual, shouldering half the work Mitsunari was assigned- already he was doing the work of ten men, so helping out wasn't out of the ordinary.
 
Tachi frowned as the papers he was carrying were scattered to the ground. He glanced at Akihime, but said nothing, kneeling to gather the papers he needed to file.
 
She stopped and turned back, "You know, I haven't heard from Ishida in a while. Too busy sucking his dick for him to get anything productive done?"
 
His fingers curled around a paper, blood reaching a boiling point. "Maybe you haven't heard from him because the only thing you've been doing is bending over." He said lowly.
 
Tachi's eyes narrowed, but he continued to gather his papers. "Strange, I do recall you fucking another woman today, and this time you weren't being the one stuck like a pig- so why is it that you didn't hear what I said?"
 
"I don't have to explain my plans to you, chicken. And I just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly so I had a valid reason to feed Ishida to my guest." She sneered.
 
Another empty threat, she was full of them ever since she became pregnant, mood as volatile as a glass dragon. He finished gathering his papers- the comment did bother him however- and headed down the hall.
 
There was a stomping headed straight for him before sharp nails dug into his head as Akihime gripped his hair tight, "Don't you walk away from me, Tachi!!" She seethed, eyes wild with rage, "You apologize right now or I'll offer you up as another sex toy for pent up soldiers!!"
 
Tachi was sick of being Akihime's punching bag, he much rather preferred Hideyoshi over her. His silver eyes fell on her out of the corners of his eyes and he scowled. "You mean to tell me you haven't been filling in for me?" His tone dripped with venom.
 
Tachi was genuinly surprised at how strong such a small woman was, stunned silent for a moment as she began to smash his face into the stone floor. His glasses shattered and the bent frames were sent skittering across the floor, but he said nothing. He'd rather die than have to apologize to Akihime.
 
A soft grunt came from Tachi, but he said nothing. Blood gushed from his broken nose and dripped onto the floor beneath him. He glared up at her from the corner of his eyes. "Fuck you, whore."
 
Tachi allowed her to smash his head into the floor once more before he finally had enough. He overpowered her, shoving her off of him and spinning to face her. He grabbed her by the throats and yanked her close, baring his teeth at her, then shoving her backward.
 
She stumbled and landed on the floor, holding her stomach gently to make sure no harm came to her child. All was well and she sat there silently for a long time, angry tears falling down her cheeks. She was getting real sick and tired of that damnable chicken.
 
Tachi returned to the office he had been working in, doing his best to clean up his face. His nose would heal itself in a matter of hours, but it would still be a pain.
 
Mitsunari would return from training the soldiers not long after Tachi entered the office and his eyes widened, "What...What happened...?!" He gasped, his voice almost raspy.
 
Tachi glanced over his shoulder and frowned softly, turning away. "Merely a child and her tantrum, nothing I couldn't handle." He said softly, holding a rag to his nose.
 
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