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Revival (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Jikkah

Jikkah

Cluster
Joined
Jun 3, 2013
Location
U.S.A
Amaya stood behind Akihime, off to the side waiting hand and foot on Akihime’s every need, just like she had been doing everyday since she was ten years old. While Akihime was adorned in beautiful silks and jewels, Amaya wore a simple military uniform, a thick metal collar around her neck, showing both her status as an Enforcer, and a Deviant. She stood at attention with her hands clasped behind her back, the same blank expression on her face as she listened to the meeting Akihime attended with the rest of the council.
 
Akihime sat and listened to what everyone had to say, only voicing her opinions when it conflicted with the people's interest. She never really did like the way everyone ran everything, but they usually listened to her when she brought up a better way to do something. She always had a knack for persuasion and she never really understood why.
 
Everyone at the table was a decorated general or some other form of high-ranking official. Amaya despised these meetings, but they were necessary. Once the meeting was concluded, Amaya gathered Akihime’s papers, escorting her outside to where her car waited to take her back to the Toyotomi estate, seated in the heart of the capitol.
 
Amaya looked up from the papers in her lap, blinking and adjusting the glasses on her face. “To endure the people of our city get a voice, to make sure the peace is kept and Deviants are..-“ She made a face and glanced down. “Oh, you were being rhetorical.” She muttered. “Forgive me.”

The Red Light District was always a shady place, as to be expected, but it was far from poor. All of the brothels were rather extravagant, all showcasing women who were all quite pleasing to the eye. The biggest of the brothels was of course the most expensive, but worth the money. Every woman there was breathtakingly beautiful, and as was the rooms for the private affairs.
Megohime had lived in a brothel for a good portion of her life, sold off by her parents at the age of twelve, and put to work when she reached the age of thirteen. Now in her early twenties, she was labeled the “Crown Jewel” of her brothel, which she hated of course, nothing like being deemed the top whore to bring up your self-esteem.
 
Akihime smiled and laughed softly, "I was but I still appreciate your honest answer." She said, "It's just exhausting...they don't really care about everyone else, just them..."

Masamune was making his usual rounds through the Red Light District, Kojurou following quietly behind. The One Eyed Dragon was literally that; a tall lanky man with streaks of azure scales running down his arms, neck and back with two antler like horns protruding from his forehead.
 
Amaya bowed her head to Akihime. “I cannot give you an answer for that, forgive me, my lady.” Amaya was always polite and well rounded, never giving her opinion on things, even when alone with Akihime, she almost seemed afraid to.

Masamune was a regurlar in the Red Light District, most brothel girls knew him by name, as well as his retainer, who refused to partake in any activities while there.
Megohime was puffing on her pipe, watching customers come and go as she sat waiting for another brave man to try her. More times than not, she ended up beating the snot out of anyone who purchased her for the night, which strangely only made her more alluring to many men, all whom tried and failed to bed her.
 
"Ama, I've told you many times that you don't need to be so closed in. We're friends, we can talk about anything and everything!" Akihime turned to her and smiled, "Come now, share with me what's on your mind."

"Masamune~~" Some of the girls standing outside the brothel Megohime worked waved and called to the One Eyed Dragon and he smirked before moving over. Kojurou gave an audible noise of distaste as he followed; at least while Masamune was busy, the girls who were not busy entertaining kept Kojurou company with tea and conversation.
 
Amaya fidgeted with her papers, glancing up at Akihime. “I shouldn’t... I’d be speaking out of line.” She refused politely, glancing from her papers to Akihime. “B-But thank you, my lady, you are too kind.”

Megohime watched from her spot on the couch she was sprawled out on, blowing a plume of smoke into the air and letting the pipe hang from her lips. Date Masamune, all of the women in the district always gushed about him, and they had reason to; he was filthy rich. She gave a glance at Kojurou, who always found a quite spot to sit, or followed Masamune, then looked back to Masamune himself, taking a drag from her pipe.
“Welcome back, Ryuu-chan~” An older woman rumbled, a cigarette hanging from her lips, the Madam of the House. “All of our girls are available tonight, so take your pick.”
 
Akihime frowned and slouched a bit, "Ama..." She puffed her cheek as she pouted, "Please? It isn't out of line if I say it's ok.."

Masamune looked before he spotted Megohime. "Her." He said, nudging his head in her direction. Some of the girls clung to him.
"No, Date-sama, you don't want her!"
"She'll eat you alive!"
"I think I can handle her." Masamune said.
 
Amaya almost looked giddy that she could give her own thoughts without punishment. “They do not seem to have anyone’s interest but their own in mind, even regarding humans. They all seem like greedy children.”

Megohime looked up from her pipe, taking it out of her mouth and looking from Masamune, then to Kojurou, who had also glanced to Masamune. She exhaled smoke and looked back to Masamune.
“It’s extra for two.” She said simply, keeping his gaze as she sucked on her pipe, blowing smoke out through her nose.
 
She nodded, "Exactly. They never really seem to show interest unless it shares their own. If they could have their way, they would probably kill all of us.."

"Oh, no, I will not be joining." Kojurou said, "Though I would enjoy some tea and maybe some music."
"Of course, Katakura-sama, right this way." A small little bleach blonde took Kojurou's hand and led him to the tea room.
 
Amaya shook her head in response. “No, if they killed us, then they’d have to do all the work themselves.” She said, then smiled, she enjoyed speaking with Akihime, it was easy and comforting.

Megohime took another long drag from her pipe before standing and moving toward the stairs. “You coming, Dokuganryuu~?” Her tone was a little more mocking than playful teasing. She led Masamune upstairs, heading down to the last room in the hallway, opening the door for him and giving a small bow of the head.
 
Akihime smiled softly, "I love seeing you smile, Ama...you always look so serious.." She said softly, "Never be afraid to just talk to me, ok? I will never do anything to cause you harm.."

Masamune followed her, "So why are you so bad to be around, hm?" He asked.
 
Amaya smiled softly, Akihime’s words warming her heart. “Of course, my lady.” She nodded, but her smile soon faded once they arrived at the Toyotomi estate. She first exited the car, then opened the door for Akihime, helping her out of the car.

Megohime only answered with a wink, a smirk on her red lips as she closed the door behind her, setting her pipe in an ashtray on the desk. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and find out~?” She nodded to the bed by the window, which was wide open, allowing a nice breeze inside.
 
Akihime stepped out and smiled sadly at the servants that greeted her with abrupt bows and hellos. She sighed softly, hating to see such kind people treated so poorly.
"Welcome home, Akihime..." Yoshitsugu greeted with his usual faux warmth, "How was your meeting?"
"Stressful as always, thank you for asking however." Akihime gave a wry smile, "How are you feeling, Otou-sama?"
"My bones continue to ache and cause me grief but seeing my beautiful daughter always brings me comfort." He replied and Akihime smiled sadly.
"You're too kind, Orou-sama..."

Masamune moved and started to undress, his scales itching as they usually did when something seemed off.
 
Amaya bowed deeply when Yoshitsugu came to greet Akihime, straightening up and taking her usual position behind Akihime, eyes downcast as she listened to the two speak.

Megohime pulled at her own sash, loosening the belt around her waist and letting it drop to the floor. She moved over to Masamune, steering him toward the bed and gently pushing him onto it, crawling onto his lap and pushing him up against the windowsill, kissing his neck and jaw as her hands worked on his belt.
 
"If it's alright with you, I think I'm going to retire early. The meeting drained me mentally."
"Of course, my dear, of course. Rest as long as you need." Yoshitsugu told her and she nodded before gesturing Amaya to follow her as she ascended the stairs.

Masamune made low rumbling sounds as he enjoyed the attention but his scales still itched. What was she planning?
 
Amaya followed her silently, praying that Yoshitsugu would be the only one they’d run into before making it to Akihime’s room, gripping her papers to her chest.

Megohime pulled off Masamune’s belt with ease, discarding it on the floor before she cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply on the mouth, slowly grinding herself against him. Then there was a hard push, Megohime had moved back suddenly, and Masamune tipped out of the window as if he were going to fall, but his reflexes had saved him. He had grabbed onto the windowsill. When Megohime saw this, she scowled deeply and moved to give another hard shove, red eyes burning with hatred.
 
They made it to the sanctuary of Akihime's room without further incident, Akihime sighing in relief. "I hate it here..." She muttered.

"What the actual fuck!" Masamune was breathing fire, his eye a slot as he used all his might to swing back in and snatch her by the throat, "You think this is goddamn funny?!"
 
Amaya set her papers aside on the desk for later review, turning to Akihime. “I could accompany you to the garden if you’d like.” She offered. Amaya was always kind to Akihime, if even a little sheltered.

Megohime ground her teeth and tried to shove him through the window, but now he had a better position, and he wasn’t budging. Her vision started to blacken and she hissed, swinging hard, her fist connecting with his temple as she struggled to push away from him and release his grip on her throat.
 
She smiled and nodded, "That sounds wonderful. Let me get out of these." She said and moved to her dresser.

Masamune dropped her as he stumbled before he caught himself, glaring at her and clocking her hard in the jaw in return.
 
Amaya waited patiently for Akihime to change out of her formal attire, eyes downcast to give her privacy while changing. “Shall I send for dinner to be prepared upon returning from the garden?”

He had hit Megohime so hard, she tumbled to the ground, holding the side of her face and glaring up at him before jumping back to her feet. She swung at him again, catching him in the cheek before tackling him to the ground; downstairs the ruckus could be heard clearly, but none of the girls or even the Madam seemed worried, they all continued on with whatever they were doing, though some girls did look a bit nervous.
 
"Yes, please. I love my father and I hold great respect for Hideyoshi, Hanbei and Mitsunari, but I want to eat in here tonight." She replied before changing into a simple dress and flats.

"What's going on?" Kojurou asked, his voice tense. One of the girls smiled nervously.
"Just Megohime being herself. She doesn't let anyone bed her, ever. They usually leave with a broken nose." She replied. Kojurou set his tea cup down quickly before heading up to help Masamune.
Masamune grabbed her wrists firmly and pushed her up, livid beyond belief. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
 
Amaya gave a nod, pulling out a pager to send word to the kitchen Akihime would take her dinner in her chambers that night, glancing up to make sure she was properly dressed before opening the door. “Shall we?”

Megohime thrashed and kicked, trying to break free from his grip, but he was much stronger than her; she was fighting like hell though to break loose. “Eat a cock!” She hissed, then spit in his face, bringing her knee up hard into his crotch.
 
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