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A Chorus In The Darkness (1x1 with Jikkah)

When he pulled his wrist away, she was still for a long time. It was so quiet in his room that his ears rang. But her eyes suddenly shot open and she shot up, letting out a cry of terror that was probably trapped in her lungs from when he held her so tight. She was sobbing, body shaking hard as she stared dead eyed ahead of her, not even registering that he was there.
 
He didn’t bother to stop his own bleeding, moving over to her, but not touching her. “A-Akihime..?” He called out gently.
 
She looked over, her auburn eyes now red and blood shot, dripping with tears.
"Y...Yuki..." Her tears fell harder, almost looking betrayed. "You killed me...what...what am I going to do, about our house, about...oh God, Amaya! Oh my God, she'll be devastated!" She wailed and covered her face.
 
Yukimura recoiled, looking crushed. “I-I’m sorry..!” His voice was small, tears dripping down his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry..!”
 
She cried and cried until she couldn't cry anymore, forcing herself to settle down. "Why...?" She asked weakly, "Why did you do that...? If you wanted to be together forever, a discussion beforehand would have been preferred, but...!" She stopped and held her neck, "Yukimura, I trusted you..."
 
“I’m sorry..!” He hung his head like a dog. “I never meant to do it... I-I just I was so hungry..” He whispered softly. “I thought I could fight it off if it was for you, if it meant not hurting you..... I-I’m... Forgive me..!”
 
She watched him quietly for a moment before moving out of bed and kneeling in front of him, bringing him close and holding him tenderly, "Daijoubu daiyo..." She muttered, "We'll make this work, Yukimura-sama..."
 
Yukimura clutched the front of her gown, crying into her bosom softly. “Please forgive me, Akihime...!” He begged. “Forgive me!”
 
She frowned softly; she wanted to forgive him, but she didn't know if she could. She pet his hair gently and gave a soft sigh.
"Of course, Yukimura..." She muttered, "Always.."
 
Yukimura spent the night apologizing to her, and when dawn was just around the corner, he left her briefly with the promise he’d return. He needed to get Masamune’s permission to make sure Akihime could stay for the time being.
 
He nodded and straightened up. “May I ask fhat my wife can find shelter here? I-I turned her and she has no where else to go..”
 
Yukimura bowed again. “Thank you, Masamune-dono!” He said. “I promise I won’t let you down!”
 
"Eh, well...you've been doin' good so far. Minus the whole...killing thing a bit ago. Now go on, before I change my mind." He said, waving him off.
 
He nodded and bowed his head once more before hurrying off back to Akihime, a small fluttering in his chest.

((When do you wanna bring in Ama~?))
 
((Just throw her in whenever~))

Akihime was in bed, staring blankly at her lap. She had left Amaya all alone, abandoned and confused and distraught. But she had her husband back, so it was ok...right? Amaya would be fine without her...wouldn't she?
 
With the time that passed, Yukimura taught Akihime what she would need to know to survive, how to avoid humans if and when they went out at night and how to feed without going into a frenzy, which even he struggled with.
Food was becoming harder to come by however, and Kojurou could no longer take the locals, or even those in the neighboring villages.
The humans actions forced Masamune’s hand, and he had no choice but to buy humans; live in cattle that he would care for in exchange for their blood when needed. It wasn’t long before many people showed up, mostly poor or those in debt, whom desperately needed the money.
 
Kojurou examined all of them, politely telling those who were too ill or weak that they should return home but compensated them for their time. There were so many that he knew it would take a while.
 
Many were fine candidates however, not in excellent health, but not ill either. When the next examination came, his heart nearly stopped when he saw a pale woman enter the room, small and delicate looking- Jin?
 
Did Tsukiyomi deem him worthy enough to have Jin return? He moved closer and looked her over. No. No, the smell was different. It wasn't her. His heart broke in his chest and he examined her.
 
The more he looked at her, the more he could see it most definitely wasn’t Jin. She had shorter hair, which was white rather than golden, and her deathly pale skin looked more sickly than ethereal, but she didn’t smell of any illness. Her blue eyes followed him as he examined her, looking a bit nervous but saying nothing, remaining still so he could continue to look her over.
 
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