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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Yukimura laughed softly; the two of them spent nearly the entire night talking, catching up on missed time, only when Sasuke finally fell asleep did Yukimura fall apart.

((Time for the plan~))
 
((Oh God, Yuki, don't cry! Yes, time for the plan!))

Mitsunari felt like something was off; like the day Ieyasu had come and murdered Hideyoshi. He didn't like it, and was constantly asking Yoshitsugu for aid, but the old man knew not what to tell him. Mitsunari sat with his foot bouncing nervously, forced to wait for whatever it was it happen. He did not expect his guard to start dropping dead one by one, nor did he expect to see Akihime and the street rat she took in waltzing up the steps. "My Lord Ishida," Akihime greeted brightly, "I am so sorry to have to do this, but you will hand over rule of Osaka to me."
"What is the meaning of this?! How dare you come into Hideyoshi-sama's domain and demand ownership!" Mitsunari spat. Akihime exhaled slowly.
"Well, the besuty of Kai was robbed from me, so Osaka was my next choice. Please do remove yourself from my seat before Amaya gets upset."
 
Amaya stood just behind Akihime, already armed with a spike of ice; something slithered over Mitsunari's foot, and he felt a presence behind him. A massive tangle of vines gathered behind him, all moving in a snake-like form, ready to strike.
 
"I'll have your head for this!" Mitsunari shouted, reaching for his sword. Akihime sighed softly.
"Please don't kill him, Ama. We need a general for our army."
 
Amaya nodded, eyes widening with rage before she hurtled the large shard of ice at him, impaling his hand dead on, the vines falling upon him like a wave. The scuffle was short, quick as to not keep Akihime waiting, and when the dust settled, Amaya was sitting on top of the incapacitated Mitsunari.
 
"Oh dear..." Yoshitsugu muttered. Akihime moved to him and smiled sweetly.
"Worry not, Otou-sama. You will be awarded every kindness and luxury for your loyalty." She told him. She could fell the fear flowing from him despite being unable to see his face.
"O-Of course, Akihime. Thank you." He replied. Akihime smiled more and looked to Amaya.
"Take him down to the cells and break him. I need him compliant."
 
"Of course, my lady." Amaya nodded and hauled Mitsunari to his feet, dragging him down to the dungeons and chaining him to the wall. For days she stripped him of his dignity, his morality, beating him, torturing him into submission.
 
It would be weeks before Mitsunari finally submitted, his own Living Weapon having to be broken to keep it from interfering. Akihime waited patiently for Amaya to return, having spent the time having the court and generals accept her rule.
 
When Amaya returned, she brought a very disheveled Mitsunari with her, practically dragging him behind her. "My lady, as you will see, he," She shoved Mitsunari to his knees before Akihime. "Is willing to rule under you."
 
"Does she speak the truth, Ishida?" Akihime asked. Mitsunari lowered his head.
"Your will shall be carried out by my hand, Akihime." He said, his voice strained from exhaustion. Akihime looked beyond pleased.
"Excellent. You have done so well, Ama. Words cannot express my thanks." She praised sweetly.
 
Amaya looked less pleased, slamming her fist hard into his gut. "You'll address her as Akihime-sama." She hissed in his ear before looking to Akihime with a soft smile. "Thank you, my lady." She nodded. "Are preparations almost complete?"
 
Mitsunari's wheezes of pain fell on deaf ears as Akihime nodded. "Nearly. Once Ishida has recovered, he will begin training the men. Right, Ishida?"
"Hai, Akihime-sama..." He replied.
 
"He'll be ready to work within the week." Amaya said with a nod, yanking Mitsunari to his feet. "I'll deliver him to the healer." She said. "And of the Living Weapon he carried? What shall you have me do with it?"
 
"Of course." She nodded, and led Mitsunari to be treated of his immediate wounds. After dealing with him, she took his broken sword to be reforged. Anything Akihime asked of her, she did it, making sure her complete take-over of Osaka would be smooth and without any issues.
 
Akihime sighed softly, thinking about how things would be if this were Kai instead. Yukimura by her side, doing anything and everything she asked, Daihachi commanding their army with the most powerful living weapon that could be forged. Her eyes grew sad and she rested her head against her knuckles. She would have to repay Sasuke for his limitless kindness.
 
Finally, after weeks of preparations and planning, Osaka was completely under Akihime's rule. The armies were ready, the people were under her thumb, and even the generals were too afraid to speak out, so they simply followed.
 
Mitsunari and his weapon - a skinny young man similar in age to Mitsunari with short messy white hair and bored dark sapphire eyes - stood with the soldiers to show that they were ready to accept orders. Akihime smiled.
"Look, Ama...look at what we've accomplished." She said softly, reaching to take Amaya's hand, "Thank you so much, I could not have done this without you." She brought her hand up and kissed Amaya's knuckles gently.
 
Amaya smiled softly when Akihime kissed her knuckles, her heart fluttering. "I am most grateful for your kind words, my lady." She said softly. "I have but another gift for you." She turned half-way and motioned to the doors, where two guards brought in a young man in full armor, kicking and screaming; Daihachi. "I've retrieved the boy and his weapon." The a third guard came in, holding the dagger, which was wrapped tightly in seals to keep it from attacking or becoming human.

The man who stood beside Mitsunari glared at Akihime through thin-framed glasses, hands clasped behind his back, he said nothing, and didn't move a muscle, only scowling more when he saw the golden and silver dagger.
 
"Let go of me!! My father will have your heads for this!!" Daihachi screamed, thrashing about. Akihime covered her mouth with her sleeve, looking to Amaya with wide eyes.
"You brought me my shard?" She asked gently, nearly in tears, "Oh, Ama, how sweet of you...!" She hugged Amaya tight, overjoyed.

Mitsunari made a low noise of irritation. If she wasn't going to direct them, why were they still here?
 
Nothing, absolutely nothing could bring Amaya more joy than being praised by Akihime. "Your words are too kind, I only do my best to serve you." She said softly, though was rather thankful for the hug.
"Shall I send for the forgemaster? We could always use more arrows."
 
Akihime moved and eyed the small dagger. "No...I would appreciate having her around in case I am upset. I wouldn't want to harm you in my rage, Ama. Is there a way to make her passive? That would be lovely~"
"Don't you dare harm Minehime, you vile harpy!!" Daihachi shouted. Akihome looked to him and her face deadpanned.
"Oh. I forgot you were here." She said dully.
 
"Unfortunately I am unable to preform such a task. The spells I've tried on her seem to have no effect on her. However seals to keep her in one form do work on her." She said. "We still have the proper tools from last time." She said and held up an engraved collar, the one used on Megohime.
 
"That should work for a time. Thank you, Ama. Take the boy down to the cells for now." She turned her attention to Mitsunari, "Ishida," Mitsunaei straightened up immediately, "As you are so good at motivating people, I would like you to motivate our guest to see our way of things."
"Of course." Mitsunari bowed to her before heading off.
 
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