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A Chorus In The Darkness (1x1 with Jikkah)

DarkMudkip

DarkMudkip

Cluster
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Jun 3, 2013
Location
Under a rock
Air filled his lungs again as if he hadn't experienced such a thing in years. Yukimura shot up from his spot in the dirt, his body faintly numb and cold. What had happened? Why was he here, in this dark alley out of sight? Where was he going? Wasn't he heading home? To his wife? Yes, that's right. His work at the dojo kept him later than he had expected, and he was on his way back when...
He couldn't remember, but his throat was burning, like he was parched for drink. But he didn't crave water. No, he was thirsty but he couldn't pin it down as to what for. What happened?
 
Yukimura stared straight ahead with a blank look before slowly stumbling to his feet, leaning against the stone wall of the alleyway to keep himself from falling. Clutching his spinning head, he looked around with a confused look, he knew he had been pushing himself with work, but he hadn’t expected to faint from exhaustion. He took a moment to steady himself before slowly starting back for home, but it was a slow process, his joints feeling cold and stiff.

Megohime woke with a start, sitting up with a gasp before slowly relaxing. Just a dream, a horrible horrible dream. She froze, blood running cold when she didn’t recognize the smell of the room she was in, the one she thought was her own bedroom.
Megohime has woken in the middle of the night to parch her thirst, but upon entering the kitchen of her family’s estate, she was greeted by a shadowy figure. She remembered trying to flee, trying to scream for help, then nothing.
Slowly getting out of the bed she thought had been hers, she moved slowly and quietly to the door, clutching her night robes around her as she reached for the door handle.
 
As he wandered, he heard a faint sound he had never really heard before. It was a soft melodic drumming, steady and strong. He followed it, listening as it grew louder and louder. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. He didn't realize until he had stopped walking that he was staring a night guard patrolling the streets. Something smelled sweet, like a juicy fruit ready to be picked. It made his throat burn even more.

When Megohime opened the door, she was greeted by a tall muscular man in a well dressed suit. He stared down at her with a hard expression and glowing gold eyes, "Please remain here until Masamune-sama returns."
 
Yukimura felt the drumming within his own body, in his ears and in his mind, his own slowly beating heart seemed like it wanted to mimic the pace in which the other heart was beating- wait, he could hear a heart beating? How did he know it was a heart? The more questions that raced through his head, the more his vision became black around the edges, and soon he felt that desperate relief he so desperately craved, pouring down his throat like a warm sake, he needed more.

Megohime’s eyes widened and her blood turned to ice in her veins before she hurriedly slid the door shut, backed away from the door and falling onto her rear. Was this even real? Was that the man who had taken her? He was dressed in strange clothes, those of an Englishman, but he certainly was fluent in Japanese. She did her best to calm herself as she quietly looked around the room for another door or even a window, but found the room had none, was she underground?
 
"Demon!" Yukimura felt a heaviness slam into his back as a man slammed a bludgeon against him repeatedly to get him away from the guard he had killed. Killed? Wait, when did he even move?

"Arigatou. He shouldn't be much longer." The man said from behind the door.
 
Yukimura’s grasp on the guards throat released, stumbling back and letting out a feral hiss like a cat, his once chocolate brown eyes glittering an orange red. Then reality came rushing back. It felt like someone had punched a hole in his chest and he quickly scrambled to his feet, then took off running down the road.

He? Who was he? She looked around the room desperately for anything she could use to defend herself, but the only thing in the room she was in was the futon on the floor. Still, she forced herself to her feet, mentally preparing herself for whoever was going to come through that door.
 
"Stop!" He yelled and gave chase after Yukimura, but soon lost sight of him in an abandoned house. There were more footsteps, more people hunting for Yukimura, but luckily they couldn't find him.

After a while, the door opened and a man with inhuman beauty stepped into the room. His hair was brushed back slightly, a warm earthy brown with enchanting blue eyes.
"Good evening, Megohime." He knew her name?
 
Yukimura was crouched in the dirty closet of the abandoned house, holding himself and shaking violently. He had just killed a man, slaughtered him and consumed his blood, and he felt good.

As soon as the door opened, the pillow Megohime was given smacked straight into the mans face, Megohime running and ducking under his arm and slipping out through the open door behind him.
 
((*ditches Yuki for now*))

The tall man who still stood by her door grabbed her and lifted her up easily.
"Thank you, Kojurou." Masamune said and Kojurou nodded before bringing Megohime back into the room.
 
Megohime didn’t scream, but she kicked and thrashed, beating on the large man’s back and head trying to escape his grasp. She grit her teeth as she squirmed, then let out a small noise as she was dumped back onto the floor at Masamune’s feet.
 
Megohime’s eyes widened, and he could finally see her clearly; her eyes were as red as blood, and for a moment one could’ve mistaken her for a fledgling, but her scent was completely human.
 
He furrowed his brows gently, his thumb ghosting under her eye, "How odd...how did you come to posses such lovely crimson eyes...?" He asked.
 
Her only answer would be to chomp down on his hand, drawing blood before scrambling backward to the far wall, his blood dripping down her chin and smeared on her lips. “Fuck off.”
 
Kojurou took a step toward her but Masamune rose his hand to stop him before he moved to Megohime and forced her mouth open, smearing his blood along her tongue and sealing her mouth shut with his hand, an inhuman strength keeping it shut. "Swallow." He ordered.
 
Megohime struggled and kicked at Masamune, hitting his face and trying to claw at his eyes, tears in her eyes, but they weren’t pleading, they were full of fire. She refused to swallow the blood he had put in her mouth, even trying to force it out of her mouth regardless of it being clamped shut.
 
"Kojurou." Megohime felt firm hands wrap around her wrists and pin them to her sides as Masamune waited for her to take his blood, "I have all the time in the world."
 
The second Megohime swallowed the blood, she felt like her whole body was alight, eyes widening and her body stiffening as it trickled down her throat. She immediately went limp at the overwhelming pins and needles feeling that engulfed her, her struggling slowing to a stop.
 
"There we go." Masamune muttered and picked her up once Kojurou released her, putting her back in bed, "Now we wait." He said as he left the room with his right hand.
"Does Iisaka know of Megohime?" Kojurou asked. Masamune smirked.
"Not yet, but it won't matter." He replied.
 
Megohime felt herself slipping in and out of consciousness, clutching at her chest and breathing raggedly. It felt like a fever had taken hold of her body, only there was no pain. She closed her eyes and weakly pulled her legs closer to herself, barely able to do that simple action.
 
The fever would last only a small while longer before it finally settled down. She couldn't tell what time it was, either way she felt so tired and drained.
 
Megohime was too tired to move, so she opted to listen instead, keeping her eyes closed as she listened for any sound she could hear nearby, which was practically nothing.
 
Either everyone was sleeping or it was just Masamune and Kojurou that lived here. Why bring her here though? Why go through the trouble of taking her from her home? Were they going to kill her and eat her? Keep her as an exotic pet? The possibilities were endless.
 
What was the point of him feeding her his blood? Other than the fever and fatigue, she felt no other effects. Slowly moving onto her side, she got onto her feet, then moved toward the door, pulling on it to see if it had been locked.
 
The knob turned all the way so there was no latch to stop her from leaving. They must have been really stupid not to lock her up if they planned on keeping her there.
 
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