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Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Her shallow breathing would stop, then start again, her dead eyes staring at Kojurou as she struggled, clinging to life by a thread.
 
She grew still before Kojurou, staring blankly into his eyes; Kojurou couldn’t even hold Jin as she died, bleeding to death and sliced open on a cold and dirty floor.
 
He wailed and pressed his face into the floor as tears just poured from his eyes.
"What had she done, Masamune...?! What had she done to you?!"
"It was to make you understand what sending Mego away did to me." Masamune answered.
 
“That’s right~ He had to know, had to know just how it felt~ You’ve done really well Masamune~” Megohime praised in his ear, holding him gently. “Lets finish this~” She cooed.
 
What was he doing? Jin was dead, was he going to mutilate her now? Hadn’t she been through enough? Couldn’t he just leave her body to rest in peace?
“That’s right~ Finish all of this, and then we can raise our boy~” Megohime smiled.
 
This was far too much for Kojurou, head spinning from stress, dehydration, and starvation. Jin was dead and mutilated, his son in the hands of a ghoul.
 
He blacked out a few times, unable to keep himself conscious from the stress his body was pushed through.
It felt like an eternity before both Akihime and Masamune caught the scent of humans. And a lot of them.
"I'm not dealing with them again. You're on your own." She hissed and left quickly. Masamune held the baby securely before he rushed off as well.
 
They were too late, they were far too late. Jin was dead, his son gone, and so were the culprits who tortured them.
 
"Katakura-sosakan is still alive!" Called one investigator. He was fading in and out still. There was no point for him to keep going now. They should just let him die.
 
“Get the ropes off of him!”
Voices floated in and out of his head, to worn down mentally and physically to open his eyes.
“Careful, he’s got broken ribs, and it sounds like his right lungs collapsed. We’ll stabilize him on the way to the hospital.”
“Kawabe-sosakan... Appears to have perished, there’s no sign of anyone else in the home.”
 
The investigators on the scene had covered Jin in a blanket, giving her some bit of decency, most too disturbed by her body’s current state. As the coroners picked up Jin’s body to put her into a body bag, they froze.
“Mitsunari-sosakan!” The head coroner looked to him with wide eyes.
“She’s still alive! She has a pulse!” How could that be? The entire room was nearly coated in her blood, surely she had bled out entirely before they had arrived.
 
“It’s weak... But it-it seems to be getting stronger..” The man had pulled the sheet away from her face, keeping the rest of her covered. “Call for the medic team.” He ordered his assistant, who nodded and ran off right away.
 
The coroner nodded, only leaving to make way for the medical team that came to assess her physical condition, and if she’d survive the journey to the hospital or not. It wasn’t long before Mitsunari was called back over, Jin on a stretcher with an oxygen mask over her mouth, and multiple IV’s in her neck.
“Mitsunari-sosakan... I think you need to see this..” The medic said nervously, taking out his pen light and peeling back one of Jin’s eyes. What Mitsunari saw when the medic flashed the light in her eye was more than disturbing. Angry red veins, black sclera, and a red iris.
“We also found that she had been cut open recently... We suspect that a kakuhou was implanted within her.”
 
He had a solemn look on his face, but nodded, the medical team taking her out of the house and loading her into the coroners van. She was taken to cochlea as instructed, still unconscious with weak vitals, but they were slowly improving.
 
Jin felt like she was sinking in an inky blackness, falling slowly, deeper and deeper down into the abyss of nothingness. It was cold, yet she felt nothing, just letting herself fall. She could hear noises around her, but they were too distorted by the darkness to understand. She couldn’t remember anything, yet she hadn’t forgotten, having no thoughts or feelings at all, simply in a single state of existence; consciousness.
 
"...stable..."
"Ghoulification...going to do..."
"Keep...serveillance...see what...do..."
She could hear but not hear, there were so many voice talking.
 
Her body was too heavy to move, even if she wanted to try and claw her way out of the darkness, even if she could think of wanting to do so.
Conversations floated by on occasion, voices she thought she remembered, and some she couldn’t remember at all, and then one day, she started to ascend from the darkness. It was like floating back up to the surface of a pool, finally breaking through the surface and into air once more as her eyes slowly opened.
 
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