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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Hanbei looked rather displeased at being yelled at by an inferior officer, but said nothing about it. "She is a weapon. She is meant to live and serve only for us." He waved his hand. "And she has no recollection of any of this regardless, she feels no pain, sees no blood; I see no harm."
 
Hidemune was furious and disgusted. "She's not just a weapon, she has thoughts and feelings of her own! How long have you been doing this?! It needs to stop!" He stated. The words were leaving his mouth before he could catch them and stop himself from scolding his superior, but emotionally he didn't care. Minehime didn't deserve this.
 
"Hidemune." Hanbei's voice was dangerously serious now, tone cold, and his eyes clearly showing his frustration and distaste toward being reprimanded. "She serves the Empire, she is a weapon pretending to be a human. If you cannot carry the weight of the responsibilities that come with using a living weapon, you will be relieved of her and she will be given to another officer." He didn't sound like he was joking around. "Do I make myself clear, Hidemune?"
 
Hanbei turned on his heal away from Hidemune, moving back over to Minehime and removing the clamps keeping her stomach open. "You may see her up, or let her close up on her own, but please do clean up afterword." He said as he loaded his samples onto a cart, then wheeled them around the corner to another part of the lab.
 
Hidemune moved closer to her and took the surgical thread and a needle, starting to stitch her up. How was he going to explain this to her? He had no idea.
 
Minehime looked peaceful as she remained unconscious; and as soon as Hidemune sewed up one stitch, the skin seemed to meld back together, almost not even needing stitches since she healed up so fast.
 
The wound on her stomach closed relatively fast, but her limbs took longer to grow back. Eventually she was whole again, not a single scar on her skin, all like it had never happened.
 
Minehime was light in Hidemune's arms, like she weighed next to nothing. Her head rested against his chest as he carried her, her breathing slow and calm.
 
He brought her to his room and laid her in bed; he would have to wait to change her clothes, he didn't want to be rude. He sat down and rubbed his face before realizing he was still wearing the sterile gear and changed out of it quickly.
 
Minehime woke just as he was stuffing the gear into the trash, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes. "Onii-chan..?" She mumbled, still half asleep.
 
He perked and looked over with a smile, "Mini...! Yogatta, I was so worried..." He movedbover and hugged her gently, "How are you feeling? Hungry?"
 
"Why were you worried..?" She asked him, now sounding groggy and confused, but she hugged him back anyway.
 
"I'm ok.." She said, but still sounded like she needed more time to wake up fully. "Was my check-up ok?"
 
He fought his frown; he didn't want her doing anything until he was sure she was 100% ok. "We'll take a couple days off from training for now.." He said.
 
Minehime looked confused, but gave a little nod. "Can we do something else?" She asked. "Like... Maybe go to the town center for a while?"
 
"Mmhm! I got a clean bill of health, remember!" She said, sliding out of bed and bouncing to her feet.
 
He scolded himself for being so ginger with her. She was stronger than her child like form portrayed. "Right, forgive me...! I suppose I'm being too protective a brother...!"
 
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