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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Nana obliged Motochika, taking the cup again and taking slow gulps of water, no longer able to keep her eyes open. She wanted nothing more to rest at that point, not even craving water.
 
As Motochika held Nana, his heart slowly felt weaker and weaker, until there was a moment of pain deep in his heart, then nothing. He felt no pain, not in his skin, not his lungs, nothing. She was gone, curled up against his chest, dried out and dead.
 
He tried not to cry, knowing she wouldn't want him to weep over her. He just held her until Mitsunari came for her. Motochika refused to let her go, growing incredibly aggitated and having to be knocked out in order for them to take Nana back.
 
Nana was surprisingly light even for a corpse, and even dead and shriveled, she was still beautiful. Her body would not rot, she would not begin to purify, or decay, she would remain as is if left alone.
 
Mitsunari took Nana back to Akihime, who backed away quickly in disgust and shooed him off to take her to the pond to rehydrate. Mitsunari obeyed and carried Nana back to the pond, where he set her back gently in the water and hooked the chain back to the wall.
 
Although quite light, Nana sunk easily to the bottom of the inside pond, golden scales shimmering in the sun let in through the skylight. She did not move quite yet however, for it would take some time.
 
"Gosh, she looked awful." Akihime muttered, "Absolutely vile, like a raisin."
"It is disrespectful to speak ill of the dead, Akihime-sama.." Mitsunari said. Akihime waved her hand.
"She isn't really dead, you know that."
"Be that as it may." He muttered and she scowled lightly at him.
 
The water of the pond stirred, barely noticeable, but just enough. Sun caught on Nana’s scales, sending the sun bouncing around the room, then slowly, she emerged. She looked like she had just woken from a slumber, blinking slowly as she sat up out of the water. She was no longer withered, as if the water had healed her.
 
It was silent. So silent she could hear her blood rushing through her veins. They brought her back to the pond then? Was Motochika ok? He was probably so heartbroken.
 
Nana found her movements sluggish still, body aching with relief, but aching none the less. She laid down on the bank, resting her head on the marble step, listening desperately for Motochika.
 
She couldn't hear him still, Akihime must not have felt kind enough to remove that little perk of the collar. How long had she been sleeping?
 
Nana didn’t want to move, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t let herself. She stared ahead of her at the wall, only now noticing the vines and flowers around the room, it was like some sort of inside garden. She would’ve found it beautiful if she wasn’t so miserable.
 
It seemed like ages before the door opened and a handful of guards entered the garden. They unhooked the chain and forced her out of the pond, dragging her away.
 
Nana was limp the entire time she was dragged from the pond and to where ever she was being taken. She found no point in struggling, perhaps she was grieving? She didn’t know what to feel, or maybe she couldn’t?
 
She was brought to a torture room of sorts, Mitsunari standing in wait.

Motochika was in his cell, wringing his hands raw worried for his wife. Was Nana ok? Would she be ok? Did they give her any water for when she woke up? There were so many questions going through his mind that he couldn't focus. He looked up when the doors opened and he glared at Akihime, who was carrying a large covered dinner tray.
"I hope you're hungry, Chosokabe-sama."
"Fuck off." Motochika snarled. Akihime frowned and set the tray down.
"How rude. I picked out your meal myself, you know." She said and lifted the cover. On the tray was an arm, delicate and pristine. Motochika scrambled away, eye wide.
"Shat the hell is that?!"
"It's your dinner! You didn't seem to mind the meat from before, and Nana-dono didn't really struggle so much this time." Nana? So all this time she was feeding him...? He covered his mouth before vomiting in the corner of his cell, coughing and gasping before gaining his second wind and rushing at the bars.
"I'll kill you, you deranged bitch!!" He shouted.
 
Nana lay strapped to a table, her left arm missing, but slowly returning, bone first, then slowly muscle covering it. Tears stained her face, but she lay calmly on the table, but calm wasn’t quite right, perhaps she had simply accepted her fate. She didn’t look to Mitsunari this time, she didn’t plead to him with begging eyes, she simply laid where she was put.

The severed arm before Motochika had to have been Nana’s, gold scales freckling the pale limb, slender, beautiful fingers too familiar to ever forget.
 
"You don't like it, Chosokabe-sama?"
"I'll kill you! I'll snap that thin neck like a fucking branch, you whore!" He shouted, trying to grab her through the bars of his cell. Akihime frowned and picked up the tray.
"Well, if you aren't going to appreciate the food I bring you, then you won't eat." She said and left.
 
Nana kept her eyes on her last beloved treasure, a bone ring with beautiful coral atop of it. It was hand carved, waves made of the coral, and the sea below made of the bone. She kept her eyes stuck on it, her last connection to Motochika in this horrid place.
 
Nana didn’t care at all for Mitsunari, she only focused on her treasure, even well after her arm had regrown.
 
She felt hands on her and she was hoisted up and carried off. Where was she going? Back to the pond? No, they weren't going that way. Were they going to the arena?
 
Nana took her attention away from her wedding band, looking around and struggling a bit, why wasn’t she going back to the pond? At the very least back to her tank?
 
They carted her to the main building where Akihime usually was and placed her into her tank. "Ah, good afternoon, Nana-dono!" Akihime greeted brightly, nursing her daughter, "How are you fairing today?"
 
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