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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

When Megohime woke, she was back in her human form and had her hands tied behind her back. She was laying on the ground, picking her head up and looking around. Where was she?
 
"Good morning, Megohime." Akihime greeted from her sky box. Her expression was indifferent, cold. She looked like she wasn't really there mentally.
 
“It’s passed noon you crazy bitch..” Megohime grunted as she sat up, on her knees in the sand.
 
“Yeah, we’re in your fucking torture arena.” She said, voice numb, yet weak. Her eyes were glassy, like that of the dead’s. “I wonder if your kid knows about it.”
 
"You will not speak to my daughter." Akihime stated, "You will die until I deem otherwise. You will suffer until you understand that you can't just do what you want in my domain. I own you, Megohime. I hold your life in my hand."
 
“You stupid cunt.” Megohime muttered. “You already killed me.. I died when you killed Masamune.”
 
“Don’t you dare curse him like that!” Megohime snarled, struggling to get to her feet. “You don’t get to play with his soul like that!”
 
"You don't get to tell me what to do." She stated before waving her hand and the doors to the arena pens opened. The familiar haunting sound of starving dogs filled Megohime's ears.
 
“Don’t you fucking touch him.” It was the last thing Megohime said before the pack of hunting dogs brought her down, falling on her and swallowing her up. She didn’t scream, in fact the only noise that could be heard was the dogs tearing into her, and their snarls.
 
"I would like to see you stop me." Akihime remarked before she left her sky box.

Okane sat with Sayuri quietly in Yukimura's room, watching him sleep. "Do you think he'll ever wake up...?" She whispered
 
Sayuri nibbled on the tea cakes they had brought up with them, watching Yukimura. “He has too, Okaa-sama needs him..”
 
Okane carefully held Yukimura's hand, "So do we...our big brother is the only one to get to talk to Tou-san, ever...I'm so jealous. I wish I knew what Tou-san was like..."
 
Sayuri didn’t know how to answer that question. She knew that the Yukimura she had known, was not intact the true Yukimura, but a puppet. “I don’t know..”
 
Sayuri set her cake down and brushed crumbs from her lap. “I’m sure he’ll wake up soon, and when he does, he’ll be so happy to see you..”
 
Sayuri nodded with a bright smile. “Of course!”

((Do you wanna start with Mego in the arena? :0))
 
When Megohime woke up again, she was back in a cell, cold and dark. Akihime was waiting, sitting there, watching her. "Ohayo." She greeted simply.
 
Megohime had been given new clothes, seeing as her old ones had been torn to shreds and covered in blood. She blinked and stared back at Akihime dully, hands still bound behind her back.
 
"You could make this a lot easier, you know. You could be happy and Masamune would not be rotting in the ground right now, but no. You choose to fight me at each turn." She said.
 
Megohime only stared at Akihime, a few tears leaking from her eyes at the mention of Masamune. “Go fuck yourself.” She muttered.
 
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