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A Chorus In The Darkness (1x1 with Jikkah)

Jin moves over to the bed, running her hand over the linens before looking to Kojurou. “May I?” She asked softly.
 
She moved to sit on the bed and sunk into the plush bed, a smile appearing on her face. “This is quite comfortable.” She said, looking to Kojurou with sparkling eyes.
 
It was a relatively quiet night, Masamune had gone off with Kojurou to hunt - which wasn't too odd since Masamune enjoyed getting out of the castle every so often. Megohime was alone in her room, barely hearing the door open - or rather not even acknowledging the noise - and not looking up at the crowd of elegantly dressed and inhumanly beautiful women before her.
"So. This is the newest one." Iisaka sneered, hands on her hips, "What a homely little thing."
 
It was another such night that Masamune had visited Megohime, the two making love and him feeding from her again afterword. She was exhausted every time after, always falling into a deep sleep.
When the women came in, Megohime was laying out on her bed, hair and clothes still tousled from her earlier encounter with Masamune, fresh bite marks on her wrist and neck.
“She’s pretty though..” Shoukoin muttered from behind her sleeve, peeking over Iisaka’s shoulder to look at her.
“Look at all that hair..” Shinzo muttered, but was scowling still. “Why is Masamune-sama hiding her away though? Why is he paying more attention to her?”
 
"She's offical, look, he took from her wrist." Oyama lamented, looking heartbroken, "Do we bore him?"
"It isn't a secret how fickle a man Masamune-sama is." Hosshouin stated factly. Iisaka didn't look very impressed.
"Maybe he's hiding her here because she's nothing more than a gutter whore." She hissed.
 
Shoukoin made a face. “I don’t know, she doesn’t look like a street whore... Her skins nice and she doesn’t smell like disease...”
“Iisaka, how could you even think so low of Masamune-sama that he’d even look at a common whore for anything other than a meal?” Shinzo hissed.
 
"Because I was a common whore, Shinzo." Iisaka snarled, glaring heatedly. Oyama got between them.
"What are we going to do about her then?"
 
Shinzo snickered behind her sleeve and turned her head away. “What do I care? It was Iisaka’s idea to come down here anyway. Have her think of something.”
Shoukoin gasped and moved behind the bickering girls. “She’s awake!”
Megohime indeed was awake, staring at the group of girls with a blank look, not saying anything or even bothering to sit up.
 
Megohime’s eyes slowly moved toward Iisaka, scarlet eyes piercing into her, but she said nothing, simply stared with bored eyes before rolling onto her side with her back to Iisaka.
 
Shoukoin looked nervous and she fidgeted nervously. “Won’t Masamune-sama, be mad..?”
“Just do it, Shou.” Shinzo snapped and the younger hurried off to get the shears, hurrying back and handing them to Iisaka.
Shinzo had no personal grudge against this new woman, but the way Masamune paid special attention to her bothered her.
 
Iisaka moved and grabbed fistfuls of Megohime's hair, cutting it roughly and uneven with the shears, dropping the clumps on the floor.
 
As soon as Iisaka touched Megohime, she came to life, thrashing and swinging her clenched hands wildly, fist smashing into Iisaka’s cheek.
Shinzo laughed and Shoukoin gasped in shock, but Shinzo moved over, grabbing one of Megohime’s arms, trying to pin her down to the floor. “Oyama! Pin her other arm!”
 
"O-Ok!" Oyama moved over quickly and grabbed Megohime's other arm. Iisaka was stunned momentarily before she came back with a raging vengeance, cutting Megohime's hair choppily below her ears.
 
Megohime struggled and kicked still, letting out a feral scream as all of her beautiful long hair was cut from her head; in some spots it was even cut mere inches from her scalp, cut short like a boys, and soon there was barely any hair left on her head. Even after that, Megohime continued to scream and thrash, even spitting at Iisaka.
 
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Iisaka dropped the shears and hit Megohime over and over, "How dare Masamune-sama treat you better! He's ours, do you understand?! Leave Masamune-sama alone!!"
 
Shoukoin grew concerned when Megohime stopped struggling and fell limp.
“I-Iisaka... I think she’s had enough..” She piped up, Megohime had one swollen eye, but the other was far away again, like she was going to pass out, nose bloody and lip split.
 
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