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Mornië utúlië (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

"Hey, look..." One whispered to the others and pointed to Nana, "She has a Selkie pelt."
"What? Is it hers?"
"Dunno. But still. A Selkie would be beneficial for us."
"Should we take it?"
"Yeah, let's go get it."
 
Nana sat enjoying the view of the sea, not seeing Motochika at all, but not worrying too much about him. She didn’t hear the men approaching until they were right behind her, making her jump a little. “Oh! I didn’t see you there!” She said, giving a small wave.
 
Nana felt a cold jolt go through her and she instinctively put her hand on the pelt, offering a forced smile. “Th-That’s not really a funny joke...” She said, clearly uncomfortable.
 
Nana gripped the pelt tightly, pulling it close to her chest. “No, please go away, this doesn’t belong to you.” She said quietly, holding onto the pelt tightly.
 
They moved and grabbed the pelt; two of them trying to pull it from her while the other tried pulling her away from the pelt itself.
 
“No! Let go!” Nana held onto the pelt as tightly as she could, trying to keep it against her chest. She struggled and kicked, fighting hard not to lose something so important.
 
Nana bit back her cries of pain as he stomped on her hand, unable to really scream or breath since the man holding her was choking her, but she still refused to let go. Without thinking, she bit the mans arm, teeth breaking his skin.
 
He cried out and threw her to the ground, kicking her as hard as he could as they still struggled to get the pelt from her. Motochika had heard the cry even over the roaring sea and hurried to shore, wondering what was happening.
 
Nana grunted and gritted her teeth, being kicked in the ribs and face over and over. She couldn’t protect her face, that would mean she would have to let go of the pelt, so it was only natural that after a kick or two to the head did she start to taste blood.
 
After what felt like forever, the man had stopped kicking, and the other two had released the pelt. Motochika stood with one man dead at his feet, his neck snapped and his head twisted with inhuman force.
"D-Don't kill us...! We're sorry!"
"Sorry? Pigs like you don't deserve mercy." Motochika hissed.
 
Nana was gasping from both fear of actually being killed, and from the pain, slowly pulling the pelt against her chest and curling up around it, as if to shield it. “M-Motochika, dont..” Her voice came out weakly, speech slurred slight from her busted lip. “Just let them go..” Her face was a mess, eye swollen halfway shut, lip split, and her nose gushing blood.
 
He glanced at her, for once his glassy dead eye looked terrifying. His expression softened slightly before twisting into a scowl, "Fine. Get out of here." He ordered. The fisherman bolted from the beach for their lives and Motochika moved to Nana, "Are you ok?"
 
Nana did her best to smile at Motochika, wheezing a bit. “I-I think so...” She slowly brought the pelt away from herself, offering it to Motochika. “I’m sorry, I think I got some blood on it..”
 
She shook her head and slowly tried to get up, but only made it into a sitting position, wincing and holding her ribs. “I-I’m ok...! Really..!”
 
She blinked, looking up at him. “But, then they would’ve taken your pelt..! They would’ve done horrible things to you..!”
 
Hot tears dripped down Nana’s bruised cheeks as she stared in shock at Motochika. “I-I... Gomenasai...” She said quietly. “Gomenasai...!”
 
Nana didn’t push him away, even though he crouched before her stark naked. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t just let them do that... I couldn’t let them do horrible things to you..!”
 
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