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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

She shook her head again. "I'll be alright, Katakura-dono." She said softly.

((Time to bring Mego back in~?))
 
Masamune was a ticking time bomb the longer Megohime was gone, causing most if not all those who lived in the estate to keep as far from him as possible. Which was no easy feat considering how many had to cook and clean with him still in the same room.
 
It seemed like it'd be yet another day that Megohime wouldn't return home, but soon the thundering of wings would be heard, and even sooner was the castle shaking. Megohime had returned to Masamune, still in the form of a massive dragon, only now blood was dripping heavily from her mouth, was she hurt?
 
It wasn't clear if Megohime was angry, she wasn't roaring and she wasn't snarling, she just stood there. Then, she opened her mouth. A body slid from her jaws and onto the floor, landing with a heavy thud; it was human. It was Hidemune. The poor boy had deep gouges along his body, his throat torn open and his chest crushed.
 
Masamune fell back, eye wide in horror. "H...Hidemune..." He muttered before a new blossomed fury engulfed him. "You selfish BITCH!!" He yelled and punched her hard in the snout, "What gives you the right?! Huh?! That was my son!! MY ONLY SON!!"
 
Megohime recoiled at the punch, hissing at him before returning to her humanoid form to speak. "You weren't a very good father anyway." She spat at him, gently touching her sore nose.
 
He yelled in anger and lunged at her, wrapping his hands tight around her throat and throwing her to the ground. "How dare you!! You selfish, self-centered spiteful cunt!! He was my son!! And you thought it right to just kill him?! For what?! Some stupid shard?! I should break you apart and leave you as tiny fragments on the floor of the forge!!"
 
Megohime's head hit the floor hard and it made her teeth rattle in her head. Digging her nails into his wrist, she kicked and squirmed under him, glaring hatred back at him, all while struggling to breathe, awful gurgling coming from her throat.
 
"How could you?! How could you?!" He smacked her head against the floor, harder and harder until it grew less and less. "How could you, Mego...!" His voice cracked before he released her and fell back, hot angry tears pouring down his cheek.
 
Blood pooled under her head as she lay motionless on the floor, almost like she was a real human who had really died, but that thought was quickly dismissed when she reverted back into a beautiful silver blade.
 
He grabbed her and smacked her against every hard surface he could find, shouting obscenities and calling her names. He marched down to the forge and held her over the fire. "I can't even bear looking at you. So I'm not going to." He hissed before shoving her into the coals, "I'll have the forge master deal with you later."
 
And that's where Megohime stayed overnight until the forge master came back in the morning. Megohime had to be straightened out, having more than a little dent in her blade, and then Kojurou was notified once more.
 
The forgemaster looked a little shocked, but gave a small nod and did as he was told. It took quite a while actually, the forgemaster breaking two tools in the process, but finally Megohime was disassembled.
 
"Of course, my lord." He bowed to Masamune and gathered up the pieces of the broken blade, wrapping it neatly in thick cloth before tucking it away on a high shelf.
 
Kojurou followed Masamune silently, sitting with him as the funeral service took place and they buried Hidemune in the catacombs. "I don't want to see Megohime for a very long time, Kojurou." Masamune said, jaw clenched. Kojurou nodded.
"Of course, Masamune-sama."
 
The world would go on around Megohime as she rested in her eternal slumber, albeit only temporary. A thick layer of dust would gather on the cloth that held the legendary sword, sixteen years worth of dust. Sixteen entire years went by, and things seemed to simmer down, at least for now.
 
Masamune had her reformed and took her to his room. He set her on her mantle and stood away, waiting for her to wake up. Looking at her made his bitterness return, but he forced it down.
 
It took a minute, but finally Masamune could feel life return to the blade, she remained a blade however. "Masamune....?" He had aged, and though she had been sleeping for quite some time, she could tell many years had gone by.
 
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