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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Nana saw Akihime and scowled, turning her head away and letting herself sink to the bottom of her tank.
 
Upset? The word didn’t even do how she felt justice. Again, she brought her hand up to look at her beloved ring, admiring Motochika’s craftmanship.
 
Nana hated the enclosure she was it, she had no privacy. Scowling, she quickly hid hot her hand and the ring, hissing softly and glancing at Akihime from the sides of her eyes.
 
She wanted nothing of Akihime, not her eyes, not her prying questions. She simply curled up, hiding her face in her knees and pulling the long silk sash around herself in comfort.
 
Days went by in a blur, Nana refused to eat; she’d spend her time either in a daze staring or into space, or staring at her ring. Usually, she’d feel the pain of Motochika’s battles he fought daily in the arena, but as of the last three days, she felt absolutely nothing, was he ok?
 
Akihime was growing rather annoyed with how lifeless Nana was being. And Motochika was refusing to fight any more. Maybe he needed some motivation. She rubbed her chin before snapping her fingers, an idea coming to mind. She ordered Nana's tank to be pushed along as she headed off toward the arena.
 
Nana only gave her surroundings a glance, then returned to looking at her ring, what did she care where Akihime took her? Was she going to let her dry out again? So be it.
 
The tank wobbled for a moment before it tipped over roughly and Nana was dumped onto the hard ground. "Alright, gentlmen, have your fun! Be gentle, though, she bruises like a peach~"
"Keep your hands off my wife!!" Was that Motochika?
 
Nana was suprised to be dumped onto the ground, looking around as though someone had woken her from her slumber by dumping ice water on her. She looked around with wide eyes, was she in a jail? No, outside of the cells, but she was surrounded by guards. She could see Motochika through their legs, locked behind iron bars and chained to the floor by chains thicker than his arms. “Motochika?” She sounded scared, but was she? Why would she be scared? She was scared.
 
"Nana!" Motochika pulled with all his might at the chains, wanting desperately to be free to protect her. She was surrounded by men young and old, all eyeing her like she was meat on a hook.
 
Nana was kicked to the floor, then pinned there, face pushed into the cold stone. She struggled hard, but was weak from hunger, and her strength had waned quite a bit, the men overpowered her. They tore off her silk sash she had wrapped around herself. They forced her legs open, climbed on top of her, and began to violate her, one by one they took turns. The entire time, the only thing Motochika could hear over the blood rushing in his ears, was Nana’s begging. Her pleading with him to help her, and to stop them, her cries of pain.
 
The chains rattled loudly the more Motochika struggled, "I'll kill you! I'll kill each and every fucking one of you! Get away from my wife!!" He shouted, "Akihime, you vile land harpy!! Stop this, Nana has done nothing to you!!" Akihime looked over at Motochika with a bored expression, her sleeve resting under her chin instead of hiding her lips as she usually did.
"This is your punishment, Motochika, for refusing to entertain my guests and I with your fights."
"Then beat me! Maim me, break my bones, just leave Nana alone!"
 
The pleading slowly stopped, as did Nana’s struggles. The grunting of the men didn’t stop however; the current man currently on top of Nana, grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, making her bend her neck at a painful angle, facing Motochika. He was being rather rough with her, Motochika could smell blood. He only paused to force her onto her back, then continued. He left bite marks across her chest, even pulled a few scales out, but in one last vile act, he forced a kiss upon Nana, eyes directed at Motochika as he invaded even her mouth. Nana didn’t fight back, didn’t try to stop him from kissing her, only tears ran down her cheeks, staining her face.
 
The chains started to groan as he pulled harder, blood dripping from his wrists as the metal cut into his skin.
"I'll fight! I'll fight! Please just stop...! Please stop doing this to my Nana...!" He begged. Akihime made a noise before beating the soldiers away with a wooden sword from the training area. She moved and bent down, taking Nana's wedding ring before moving to Motochika. She looked him in the eye as she held the ring in her palm, using magic to shatter and splinter the bone and coral ring before it burst into glimmering dust. Motochika's eye widened and he roared in anger, launching himself at her but the chains stopped him just short.
 
Only more tears fell down Nana’s cheeks, her head facing Akihime, and her eyes staring where her wedding ring had been moment before. She lay on the floor, in pain, her eyes suffering.
 
Akihime left silently and Motochika spent the whole time trying to break the chains. "Nana...? Love, can you hear me...?" He called weakly, "Gods, please forgive me, Nana..."
 
Nana slowly pulled herself to her hands and knees, crawling to the cell door and gripping the bars tightly. ”Motochika, you’re bleeding...” She used the very small amount of magic she could conjure, collecting the water that was from her tank and manipulating it to cover Motochika’s wrists, healing his cut flesh.
 
Nana shook her head and dried her tears. ”Weapons cannot be violated, no matter what form they’re in.” Her voice sounded so frail, but she continued to heal his wounds. ”You could never be to blame for this, not once has it even crossed my mind, so hush with that nonsense.”
 
”Exactly, she did that, not you, now hush.” Once She was finished healing his wrists, she slowly slumped to the ground, sitting against the bars to be closer to him, feeling drained from using even such a small amount of magic.
 
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