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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Nana had had enough, she was treating both herself and her husband like they were scoundrels, she she couldn’t stand for it anymore. She lunged for Akihime, teeth exposed, if she was going to be treated like a wild animal, she’d behave like one.
 
Mitsunari acted with lightning speed, moving between them and raising his arm so Nana would latch onto him instead of Akihime. Said mage gasped in alarm, eyes wide, "Nana-dono!"
 
Nana’s teeth easily sunk through the metal of Mitsunari’s armor, and into his flesh, but she didn’t stop there. She slashed at his face with her claws and tried to shove him away, fighting to get to Akihime.
 
He grabbed her chain and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, pinning her hands together to at least keep her from scratching him anymore, "Tachi." He commanded, "Get her teeth out of my arm."
 
“Yes.” A heavy fist slammed into the side of Nana’s face, and she released her grip on Mitsunari, stumbling and falling to her knees, blood dripping from her lips, then she felt a heavy blow against her back and gasped, jerking forward in pain. She looked back, but saw no one behind her, but in the arena below, Motochika was engaged in battle, having just taken a nasty blow to the back.
 
Mitsunari placed his foot on Nana's back to keep her still and it seemed to effect Motochika as well, he became even more sluggish than before as he fought and defended against the large Toyotomi soldier.
 
Nana watched with tears in her eyes from her spot on the ground, arms wrenched behind her back and a heavy foot on her spine. “Stop..! You’re going to kill him!” She did her best to look over her shoulder at Mitsunari, eyes begging.
 
He only gave her a brief glance before looking away again. Akihime watched amusedly as Motochika struggled, too exhausted to properly fight back. He was punched hard in the jaw and sent flying back, skidding across the ground by a few feet.
 
Nana felt the impact of the hit, wincing and grinding her teeth. How had she not felt this before? Perhaps another pleasant side affect of Akihime’s magic? She didn’t know, it could’ve been the collars even, all she knew was now she was fully able to feel Motochika’s pain, and he hers.
 
Motochika panted heavily, fighting to keep his eye open. He was so tired, his body was screaming to some sort of relief, but he knew the only way for that was if he died. "Get up, ogre! Fight!" The soldier yelled. Motochika tried pushing himself up but only fell back down. Akihime gave a disappointed noise.
"Already, Chosokabe-sama? This fight was even shorter than the last one."
"Without...proper rest...you will not receive your entertainment..." Motochika huffed.
 
Nana turned her gaze away from Mitsunari, then to Motochika and back to Akihime. She stared up at her with pleading eyes, already feeling her skin drying out in the hot sun.
 
Akihime looked to Nana and exhaled in annoyance, "Fine, go get your rest. I'll even let you spend some quality time with Nana-dono as a sign of good faith.."
 
Nana’s gills flared and she let out a raspy breath, she’d been out of water for too long, and she needed to get some soon, be it merely dumped over her, or a pool of water.
 
Mitsunari released the chain, allowing Nana to leave and go to Motochika. Akihime waved her hand as she left, "I'll be back in an hour." She told Mitsunari, who bowed to her as she went on her way.
 
Nana didn’t care that her skin hurt, she didn’t care that her gills burned every time she took in air, didn’t care that she felt like she was being cooked alive, she scrambled out from under Mitsunari’s foot, and moved back to Motochika’s side, cupping his face, even though she herself was in agony.
 
"Nana..." Motochika held her gingerly, "Oh, Nana...you're so dry..." He muttered, sitting up and looking her over slowly, "I have some water in my cell..."
 
Nana shook her head, gently stroking his bruised cheek. She just wanted to stay there with him, in his arms, she didn’t care if she dried out, she wouldn’t truly die, not from that. She rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes.
 
She shook her head again, giving Motochika a weak smile. If she could speak to him she’d tell him it wasn’t his fault, and even if it had been, she’d forgive him, but his collar kept her from speaking to him. She began to feel odd, finding it hard to concentrate, but still, she managed on.
 
She finally relented, giving a small nod, but she truly wanted to tell him no. Was it the last of his water? When would he get more? Was she taking from him? She pushed her thoughts aside, she didn’t want to see Motochika suffer if she could help it.
 
He carried her carefully toward where he was usually held and set her down gently before grabbing his cup of water and offering it to her. It wasn't a very big cup but it held a good bit of water. "Here, Nana...this should help..."
 
Nana took the cup and took small, slow sips; desperately she wanted to drink every drop, but she forced herself not to. It helped some, but not by much; setting the cup down, she rested her head back against Motochika, closing her eyes.
 
She shook her head and gave him another gentle smile, as if to assure him, taking his hand and gently nuzzling it. Her breathing was becoming audible, raspy and forced.
 
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