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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

"Dana...we're gonna need a carry cot and a cloth..." Sasuke called before moving over to Amaya and Akihime. He jumped back when a ball of light nearly slammed into him. Akihime was up, sparks dancing between her fingers, eyes burning with hatred.
"Don't. Touch. Her." She snarled.
 
Yukimura ordered a few men to enter the strong hold with a stretcher, a heavy feeling settling in his chest, something horrible had happened- besides Amaya losing an arm. The two men entered and moved to were Sasuke was, but went no closer when they saw Akihime.
 
"Stay away from her!"
"We have to carry her back, we can't just leave her here!"
"Don't touch her, you slime! You filth!! It's your fault she's even like this!!"
 
"Akihime-dono.." Yukimura had entered the cells, and upon seeing Amaya dead and in pieces on the floor, he frowned heavily. "She should come home with us.. will you let me put her onto the carrier?" He asked gently.
 
Her gaze shot to him and her anger melted slightly, "P-Please, Yukimura-sama...? Just...just don't let him near her." She pointed a blood caked finger at Sasuke, glaring death.
 
"Sasuke." He said softly, looking to his friend. "Gather the men outside." Moving toward Amaya's corpse, he carefully lifted her from the ground and gingerly lay her on the stretcher. After gathering her severed body parts and placing them beside her on the stretcher, he covered Amaya with a cloth, turning to Akihime. "Are you hurt?" He asked gently.
 
Yukimura held her for a moment, he knew how she felt all too well. After a moment, he gently escorted her outside to the horses. "We need to leave, but when we return to Kai I'll have Amaya's funeral rights." He said helping her to her horse.
 
"Thank you...but may I handle the funeral ceremony? She's been apart of my family for years, I want to make it a more isolated ceremony, if that's alright?" She asked.
 
"I understand. If there's anything you need, anything at all, just say so." He said softly.

((What would you like to do now, resurrect Ama, check in with Chika, or have Masa fight Hide and Mini~?))
 
Nana had taken a while to recover from her wounds, but when she finally did, she was back on her feet like always.

((Is Chika human sized yet??))
 
((Si~))

It had been a while and she had not heard word from Motochika. Did the surviving villagers reap their vengeance on him for the mass slaughter? There was no real way of knowing until she got there.
 
Nana searched for Motochika everyday, going down the mountain as far as she could in search of him, but never had any luck doing so. Her heart ached, worried sick as she waited for him to return on his own.
 
Nana cautiously made her way toward the path that lead down the mountain, dagger in hand just in case it was anyone who was coming to confront her for unpleasant reasons.
 
There was a man. Snow white hair and tan skin. He was struggling, his body covered in untreated wounds. He was clinging to the cliff face for dear life as he tried making his way up.
 
Nana stared, confused as she watched the man struggle up the mountain, who was he? Biting her lip she hurried back toward the cave, leaving the knife and bringing a rope instead. Tossing it over the side of the cliff, she held onto one end tightly. "Grab on!" She called.
 
Nana pulled the man up over the edge with a bit of struggle, collapsing to her knees once he was safely on the ground. "Are you alright? What were you doing climbing up the mountain?" She asked, looking up at him.
 
The man rubbed his head slowly before looking up. His left eye was scarred and healed itself shut, but his right eye was a familiar golden hue. "Coming home.." Motochika answered.
 
Nana's heart stopped when she saw who it was- he was no longer huge, or had indigo skin, but it was him alright. "Motochika.." She threw her arms around him and pulled his head into her chest, burying her face into his wild hair. "You're back..!" Tears came to her eyes as she held him, shaking slightly.
 
Nana gentle gathered him up, cupping his cheeks gently and looking into his eyes. "Are you alright? Come, let's get you cleaned up."
 
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