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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Yukimura raked his nails down her back, hitting his own climax and spilling his seed deep inside of her. After a moment he set her down on the bed gently, pulling off the belt from her wrists and pulling out of her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, nuzzling into her hair. He held her tightly, letting her rest against him, breathing heavily.
 
Yukimura could hear the words, but they just wouldn't make sense in his head. He let out a soft grunt, only holding her closer; the only words that made sense were the ones that were being screamed the loudest. Protect Akihime.

Jin woke with a start, sitting up quickly in bed. The night before she could have sworn she saw someone in her room, but she couldn't remember much else after that, perhaps it was only a dream? No, upon looking around, she found herself in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed. Wherever she was, it was a quiet and luxurious place, the sheets made of fine silk. She swallowed the lump in her throat, slowly and quietly getting out of bed, and moving toward the door. She was still in her nightgown from the previous night, and she had no wounds she could feel or see on herself; she was ok for the time being.
 
The door opened, as if the person holding her hostage knew she was awake, and she was greeted by a tall older gentleman in luxurious clothing colored in black and white. It appeared that everything on this man was dual toned.
"Good morning, my lady. I'm glad to see you are unharmed." He had a tray of food for her and some clothes hanging on his arm.
 
Her heart seized in her chest at the sight of this man. She was his captive, she had been stolen from her home, brought her against her will. Her eyes widened in panic and instantly, she smacked the tray of food from his hands, shoving passed him and running down the hallway as fast as her legs could carry her. She was a captive once, and she wouldn't be one again.
 
A swirl of black feathers appeared before her and a masked man grabbed her arm firmly, twisting it and pushing her to the ground to keep her in place.
"Gentle, please, Kotaro. I do not wish for her to be marred in anyway." The older man said. The man holding her - Kotaro - said nothing, only eased his grip slightly as to not leave any bruises.
 
Jin struggled against Kotaro's grip, but it was like fighting against a stone wall. After a brief moment of struggling beneath him, she glared up at the man who was clearly calling all the shots. "Let me go!" Magic crackled at her fingertips, but she was hesitant to use it, she didn't exactly have a clear shot on either of them.
 
"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Lady Jin," He knew her name? "You are a very rare treasure that must be protected. A treasure I cannot simply ignore."
 
Fear gripped at her chest at his words, and she suddenly felt so small. Treasure? She wasn't some collectors item. She clenched her jaw, trying to mask the fear in her voice. "Protect me from what? You're the one who took me from my home!" She protested.
 
"The One Eyed Dragon and his Right Eye are hardly stable enough to house such a one of a kind beauty. I could not risk the loss of the last Ancient Elf." The amount of knowledge and information he had was terrifying. How did he know she was the last? How did he know if she even was the last? How did he know where to even locate her? Who was he?
 
Every piece of information he divulged with her scared and disgusted her. No one should know that much about her, especially a man she's never met before. Regardless, the creeping fear wouldn't cease. Exactly how much did he know of her? Was he aware of her marriage to the Right Eye? She clenched her free fist - free being pinned beneath herself and not being held by Kotaro - the feeling of magic crackling among her fingers making her stomach tingle in contact with the power. This man was clearly not mentally stable, she'd need to fight her way out, but she seriously doubted she'd be able to fight off this Kotaro fellow, and as for the other man, she was hoping the swords on his hip were just for show.
 
"Please forgive my rudeness." He gestured to Kotaro and the assassin pulled Jin to her feet, however keeping a firm grip on her, "My name is Matsunaga Hisahide, and you will be staying here in my home. You will be treated with kindness and fairness so long as you do not try to leave."
 
"I don't want kindness and fairness. I don't want to stay in your home, and most of all, I don't want to see you!" She snarled lowly, glaring death at him. "I want to return to my family!" Kojurou's visage was strong in her mind, he was among one of the kindest men she had ever met, that was partially why she married him, and being faced with never seeing him again was something she couldn't bear.
 
He frowned faintly, disapproving. "I see. I'm sorry you feel that way. Is it because of your bond with the Right Eye?" He asked gently, "Because your marriage is irrelevant."
 
Her face went red with rage and embarrassment. She couldn't believe what he had just said to her. How dare he say such a thing, how dare he even speak of Kojurou. A wad of spit hit Matsunaga in the face, dangerously close to his eye. "You shut your mouth..!" She forced out, trembling with rage before she swung her free arm at Matsunaga. He was no where near close enough for her arm to reach him, but that wasn't the point. As if growing from her own flesh, a large wooden root grew from her fist, slamming into the side of his face hard, knocking him off his feet.
 
Matsunaga actually looked shocked, hitting the ground and holding his face with slightly wide eyes. But then he chuckled and stood, "Kotaro, please return her to her room." He ordered. Kotaro tugged Jin along silently, pushing her into her room and locking the door behind her.
 
Jin slammed the massive foot against the door, trying desperately to break it down, but she knew it was in vein. The room was definitely enchanted, or had a seal placed on it, for even with the root, the door didn't even rattle. She grew tired eventually, slumping to the floor in frustration and hoplessness. She watched as her magic started to vanish, dissipating before her very eyes before she was simply staring at her own hand again. Could she get out of there?
 
She could only imagine what Kojurou could be going through. He would notice her gone immediately, he always had the knack of knowing when she left the bed. He was probably tearing the whole estate apart looking for her, fear and worry pumping through his blood. Gods, she could almost feel it.
 
She bowed her head in shame, clenching her fists against the stone floor. "My husband... Please forgive me.." She said softly, fighting tears.

The hours that went by were painstakingly dull and quiet, Matsunaga hadn't returned to her room at all, leaving her to her thoughts. She stood at the large window, staring out at the lake below the mountain range, a soft frown on her face. She stiffened when the door unlocked and someone opened it. The looked to be a servant, by the way they dressed. "Lord Matsunaga has requested tha you join him for lunch." The servant scurried forward and lay a dress on the bed. "H-He also requests that you wear this.." The servant bowed his head. It was clear the servant was alone, but she could feel eyes on her, more than likely Kotaro. She let her gaze drop to the dress and she gave her answer. "Fine." It was quiet, but the servant could hear it. He nodded and bowed his head, then turned and left the room, closing the door so she had privacy to change. Once she was dressed, she knocked lightly at the door to signal that she was done, and immediately the door opened again. "Right this way." The servant led her out of her room and down the hall, fidgeting nervously as they made their way to the dining room in silence. She could feel her magic return to her body the longer she was out of the room, but she had no intention of using it on the servant, he was merely doing as told. Entering the grand hall, her eyes fell immediately on Matsunaga, seated at one end of a large table, on the other was an empty chair and table settings, who she assumed was for herself, but she didn't move to sit.
 
She flinched slightly at the name, pressing her lips together; all she could hear was Mitsuhide's voice. Moving to the chair, she sat, keeping her eyes on Matsunaga. She could still feel eyes on her, but still, couldn't see the assassin. "Do not call me that." She said softly.
 
She scowled at his words and looked down at the table. She was surprised to see that she was given a cutlery knife, perhaps Matsunaga was sure of his guard protecting him. "Why am I here?" She asked, doing her best to remain calm. She just needed to bide her time until the correct opportunity; she was happy however to see the nice sized bruise on Matsunaga's cheek.
 
"I meant here." She sounded frustrated. "Why did you invite me to this." Oh, she was talking about the lunch invitation.
 
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