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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

His massive hand gingerly held hers and he tried to get as close as the chains would allow him. "You should heal those disgusting bite marks when you can..." He suggested, knowing she was too drained to do it right now.
 
She squeezed his hand and nodded, they would heal on their own in a few moments, but for now she was drained. She was too tired to cry, or perhaps there was something wrong inside of her that made it so she couldn’t.
 
”I love you too, Motochika.” The foot to the dungeon opened up and a few guards; ones different from before entered. Two of them moved over to Nana, hauling her to her feet and putting her back inside the now empty tank, closing and latching the lock before starting to wheel her out. Nana watched Motochika as she was wheeled out, eyes filled with fear as she mouthed to him: I love you.
 
He mouthed the words back, watching her leave with worry in his eye. Akihime had Nana's tank refilled and left her alone for the rest of the day. She was plotting something.
 
Even after the wounds had healed and the pain was gone, Nana was anxious, it made her skin hurt. She already missed her ring, gently touching the spot on her finger where it used to be, heart aching. She would drown Akihime given the chance.
 
It would be a very long while before Nana was dragged out of her tank again. This time, they dragged her back to the arena only to tie rope to her wrists and neck and hoist her to just above the entrance door.
 
Nana didn’t understand why she was being punished, Motochika was fighting daily, she could feel it. The tight rope around her neck made it hard to breathe, and the ropes around her wrists were much too tight, Why was Akihime doing this?
 
Nana would’ve cried had her tears not dried up, she writhed and pulled at the ropes, but got nowhere. Her gills flared madly and she felt her skin growing dryer and dryer.
 
Nana gasped in relief when she was drenched in water; it smelled like chamberpot water, but she didn’t care, she finally felt some relief from the scorching sun. Was Motochika ok?
 
"Nana!" How coincidental. Motochika was brought into the arena for a new fight, covered in bruises and healing wounds. "Are you ok, love? Can you hear me?"
 
Nana struggled to pick her head up, panting heavily. She squinted her eyes at Motochika, the glaring sun making it hard to see. She opened her mouth in a silent gasp of pain, too weak to speak, even inside Motochika’s head.
 
"Oh Gods, Nana..." He muttered. This was it. The last straw. He had to get her and Ren out of here, even if it meant losing his life.
"Chosokabe-sama," Motochika turned sharply and glared at Akihime, who sat in her little sky box with her daughter and enslaved husband, "Pay attention, please." She advised and Motochika was suddenly knocked forward by a spiked iron club.
 
Nana lurched forward in pain as well, mouth open in a scream of agony, but nothing came out. She trembled as the pain in, feeling sharp metal spikes dig deep into her back.
 
Motochika was so angry, it overpowered the feelings he felt from Nana. He used all his strength against the soldier he fought with, eventually able to overpower him and beat his face into a gooey mess. Motochika turned and glared at Akihime, "Anyone else?"
"Hhmm~ Yukimura-sama, would you like to fight~?" She asked.
 
Yukimura’s lip curled up in a snarl, his grip tightening on his spears. He jumped down from the sky box, landing in the sandy arena below with ease, moving toward Motochika with a dangerous look in his eyes.
 
"Be gentle with him, Yukimura-sama~!" She called. Motochika scowled, grabbing the iron club from his previous opponent and watched Yukimura carefully. One of Yukimura's spears was black instead of red, with more intricate blades than the other. "Dana, please..." Sasuke did his best every chance he got to reach out to Yukimura, but nothing worked, "You gotta fight her, dana..."
 
Yukimura never responded, it was like he never even heard him. He suddenly disappeared, reappearing inches in front of Motochika, already extending his blades toward his throat.
 
Motochika ducked it as quickly as he could, swinging around and smashing the club into Yukimura's side. He wouldn't let some wild beast defeat him.
 
Yukimura hadn’t even seemed to move, having used his spears to just barely block Motochika’s attack. Kicking him hard in the gut, he managed to put just enough space between the two for him to launch another attack. Lightening fast stabs came for Motochika, at his gut, his chest, and his head, almost too fast to see; he was a monster.
 
Motochika’s senses were overwhelmed by the scent of blood, his own, his previous opponent, Nana’s. Nana’s? Why could he smell her blood? She was nowhere near the fighting.
Nana hung where she was placed, trembling in pain at th gashes that opened up on her body. She didn’t understand, why were wounds opening up on her?
“Shut up!” Yukimura’s voice was gravely and alien sounding, he didn’t speak often, and when he did, it was usually small outbursts and nothing more. Slamming the hilt of his spears into Motochika’s gut, he tried to overwhelm him, aiming now for his throat.
 
"Dana!!"
"Yukimura-sama." Akihime's voice seemed to halt the blade before it reached Motochika's throat, "That's enough, my husband. I don't want him killed."
 
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