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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

The young girl held onto Akihime, hiding her face in her dress and clutching against her chest like a small child would to their mother.

Amaya hadn't anticipated for Masamune to be so fast, she had almost made it into the magic portal, but he had grabbed her first. Hitting the ground hard hurt with his weight added on top of her, wincing as he twisted her arm behind her back, but she only struggled so much before she stopped moving all together.
 
"You're so cute...would you like a name, sweetheart?" She asked gently.

Masamune pulled her up and dragged her kicking and screaming to a holding cell, throwing her in and locking the door. "Kojurou, you got anymore nullification scrolls?"
"Hai." Kojurou moved and pressed the slips of paper to the bars, keeping Amaya from using her magic.
 
Amaya stood in her cell, silent as a dead tree, not saying a word as she watched Kojurou and Masamune, her crystal blue eyes glued to Kojurou as he put the nullification scrolls on the bars.

The young girl nodded, looking up at Akihime. "Hai, Okaa-sama.." She said softly.
 
"I need a minute. If I keep looking at her, I'm gonna cut her in two." Masamune growled and stalked away. Kojurou turned to Amaya, "I hope you plan to cooperate, Miss. I am very interested in learning about you and your people. I would hate for Masamune-sama to kill you..."

Akihime felt her heart leap into her throat. Okaa-sama? She smiled brightly, "How about...Minehime...?"
 
"You already have me locked in a cage, why wouldn't I obey you?" Her tone dripped with sarcasm and hatred, staring him down with no expression.

Her cheeks flushed more and she smile. "Hai, Okaa-sama..!" She agreed, liking the name.
 
Amaya waited in her cell for what seemed ages, not moving an inch the entire time she did, staring ahead through the bars.

She shook her head no, looking to be content just being with Akihime.
 
Masamune came back in after a while, still livid but a lot calmer. "Where is that bitch that broke Megohime?" He growled.

((*ditches Aki and Mini for a sec*))
 
She stared at him with the same expressionless face, but he could visibly see her eye twitch when he spoke of Akihime. "I'm in front of you."
 
She stared back at him, not budging even when he stepped directly in front of her. "What does it matter to you?"
 
Amaya ducked before he could strike her, hitting with a hard uppercut to the chin before tackling him to the ground. Straddling his chest, she wrapped her hands around his neck, squeezing as tight as she could.
 
He ground his teeth and swung a hard right hook, hitting her hard in the temple. He used all his weight to push her off and kicked her hard in the ribs.
 
Amaya's head spun, stumbling back, she grunted, but immediately got back to her feet, ready to fight Masamune.
 
He punched her again and moved to kick her knees in, his body shaking with his rage. Kojurou came in with a scowl, "Masamune-sama! Control yourself!"
 
The punch alone was hard enough to stun Amaya, freezing as Kojurou came into the cell. When he grabbed Masamune, she sunk to her knees, holding a hand over her broken nose, blood gushing through her fingers.
 
Amaya turned her head away from Kojurou, scowling lightly, much too proud to let him help. "I'm fine." She hissed, wiping away some of the blood, but ended up smearing quite a bit across her face instead.
 
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, then cautiously turned her head to face him, moving her hand away from her nose. Amaya's nose was bleeding steadily, and was crooked, and definitely broken.
 
Amaya winced when he set her nose, but made no audible noise to show her pain, sitting silently in front of him. "Thank you."
 
She stayed on the ground for a moment longer. "Wait.." When she stood, she was close to him, only inches, and even with a broken nose and a blood-covered face she was still stunning. She studied his eyes for a moment, then gently caressed his cheek, leaned forward and kissed him.
 
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