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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

If her face went any more red, she'd look like a tomato. "I-I never actually saw you hurt Mama... And you weren't mean to the Kids... You also could've attacked me several different times, but you never did." She glanced up at him. "I made a split desicion about you... And I think I was wrong.."
 
"I'm not a nestling..!" She protested, but shifted so she could be covered by the cloak as well. "I'm a juvenile!" She said, feathers fluffed, but in truth, she still did have quite a bit of her down feathers still.
 
"Hey! I have my flight feathers!" She said, cheeks puffed out in irritation, how could he say she was a nestling when she clearly wasn't.
 
She grumbled something, jabbing her finger into his side and scooting closer. The prison was colder than she thought, maybe it was just because it was winter? Either way, she sat against Sasuke, feathers fluffed for more warmth as she relaxed under the warmth.
 
Sasuke watched her for a bit before settling down and dozing off. Yukimura was lost to him at this point, and he had no idea what happened to Daihachi. But he had an undeniable urge to protect this little one, and he wouldn't fail her.
 
Sayuri was nestled into Sasuke's side when he woke, her silver feathers keeping him warm; they were soft, still quite downy and light, but she did indeed have flight feathers, that was no lie. Sasuke's own flight feathers had returned, completely grown out like they had never even been cut in the first place.
 
Megohime had been taken to the forges and reforged with her missing piece. It had been so long since she'd been whole, missing a part of herself for nearly twenty years. Looking at the arm that had once been stolen, she couldn't help but ogle over it whenever she saw it.
 
Megohime nodded, almost transfixed by her own limb. It felt like her own arm, but something told her otherwise. She looked to Masamune and smiled so wide her cheeks turned red. "Yeah."
 
Megohime couldn't help but throw her arms around his neck in a hug, her chest felt so light, her heart fluttering. "Thank you." She said softly.
 
She let out a small laugh and kissed Masamune's cheek, then pulled away. "I can't thank you enough." She said softly.
 
She nodded, a soft smile on her face as she placed her hand over his.

Sayuri had let Sasuke leave his cell, not able to leave him locked up like some animal. He wasn't a bad person, not at all. Walking the grounds as usual, she was wrapped in her heavy cloak, breath coming out in hot puffs, her nose and cheeks red from the cold.
 
Motochika was out in the training grounds by himself, looking over the massive anchor his darling Nana had changed into. "My own wife...a Living Weapon...Gods, forgive me..."
 
"Quiet, my husband... You gave me another chance to be with you, and for that, I am ever grateful." Nana's voice echoed inside of his head. "I don't regret your desiscion."

Sayuri sat among some of the barrels along the wall, hiding from both the cold and Motochika as she watched him, easily hidden; her white hair and brown cloak easily matched the snow and barrels around her, and she made not a single peep.
 
"I still feel immense guilt for this befalling you...you should not have died in the first place.." He said. He gripped the shaft of the anchor tightly, "Though you may have forgiven me, I do not forgive myself."
 
"It will take time." She had never once gotten angry with him, even after her rebirth. "Shall we continue?"
 
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