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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Amaya had accompanied Akihime down to the cells, but had remained out of sight and around the corner. She didn't want to let Akihime get injured anymore than she already had, blaming herself.
 
"Yukimura loves me." Akihime hissed. Sasuke laughed cruelly and she clenched her fists tight.
"Please! He loves you just about as much as he loves a fly in the summer." He stated hatefully. Akihime was shaking.
"I brought you back for him! You owe me your life!"
"I owe you fuck all, Otani." He hissed. Akihime was about to burst with fury.
"Amaya," she called, voice cracking, "Discipline your pet before I kill him again."
 
"Hai." Amaya rounded the corner and entered the cell. "You should go rest, my lady, your head wound is severe." She said gently, not wanting Akihime to see the ugly things that she did, that she had planned.
 
She nodded, "Yes, you're right..." She muttered, "Thank you for being so caring, Ama.." She gave Amaya's hand a gentle squeeze before kissing the back of her hand affectionately. "Don't damage him too much. I still need to gift him." She said gently before heading out slowly.
 
Amaya nodded, waiting for Akihime to leave the dungeons completely before moving over to Sasuke, grabbing his wrists and shoving him backward, slamming him had against the stone wall. He felt the familiar cold steel clamp around one wrist; it was just like back at Kai. Was she planning to violate him again?
 
She slammed his head into the wall, barely able to avoid his razor sharp claws, struggling to get his other wrist in the cuff, but he was stronger than before.
 
Amaya clenched her teeth as his claws scraped deep into her thigh, warm blood trickling down her leg. Slamming his other wrist into the metal cuff, she tore open his shirt, only this time she didn't get on top of him. The sound of cutting filled his ears as she started to cut his flight feathers, a dark scowl on her face.
 
"Shut your mouth!" Amaya certainly had become heavy-fisted. After hitting him hard in the jaw, she went back to cut his feathers, it was with a normal blade, so they'd return, but it'd certainly give him something to think about.
 
He stopped his wailing immediately, almost like he was a child being punished. Maybe it was the now avian side to him that made him act the way he did. His feathers started falling out in his distressed state as he watched her trim this feathers.
 
When Amaya was done, she stood and left Sasuke to stare at his clipped wings, leaving him by his lonesome in the locked cell.

((Want some Yuki sexy times~?))
 
"Yukimura-sama.." Akihime approached Yukimura as he trained with the soldiers in the grounds. Everyone stopped and bowed when she stepped forward, not wanting to be rude.
 
Yukimura still had that ever-present thousand yard stare, but he moved just as well as he would normally. As always, he only reacted and responded when Akihime was around or spoke to him, a smile appearing on his face as he lowered his weapons and moved over to Akihime. "Akihine-sama." He said gently, taking her hand and kissing it gently. "What brings you down here?"
 
Yukimura blinked in surprise. "A gift?" He echoed, moving his weapons so he held them with one hand over his shoulders.

Soft clicks sounded in the prison, bouncing off the walls and making it to Sasuke's ears. The door clicked open, but with his vision cast to the far wall, he couldn't see who it was. Sayuri looked at Sasuke in horror, or rather his feathers on the ground, both the ones that had been cut off and the ones that had fallen off. A soft frown crossed her face and she got down on her hands and knees, sweeping the feathers away from Sasuke with her hands. Pushing them out the door and out of sight.
 
((I...shit, she was gonna give him Sasuke xD we will return to that later!!))

"What are you doing...?" He sounded so sad, he didn't look at her or didn't care to. More feathers seemed to be falling off him.
 
(( _:)3 」∠)_ shit. Sorry.))

Sayuri moved over to Sasuke once more and pulled the heavy cloak from her own shoulders, carefully wrapping it around Sasuke's chest. "Your shirts torn, and it's winter." She said softly. Even though he scared her, he had never actually hurt her, and seeing anyone with their feathers cut... it was just cruel. She sat beside him, but far enough to give him his own space.
 
She frowned softly and looked down at the stone floor. "All of us can." She said quietly. "Just some easier than others." Looking up at him, she studied his face. "Why do you want to?"
 
"I was tortured, raped, believed to be dead for sixteen years...my best friend is some sex puppet for a terrible woman and there's nothing I can do to help him. I failed him, and I failed his father..." He muttered.
 
Sayuri's face flushed red and she felt her chest tighten. This man had been dragged through the mud for so long. Reaching up, her hands went for the cuffs that kept him chained to the wall, hesitating before freeing his hands. What could she say at a time like that? Nothing, there wasn't anything she could think of to help him, so instead she sat with him.
 
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