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Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Masamune has been admitted to the hospital and put into the ICU in critical condition. He was malnourished and dehydrated, and a few of his organs were struggling to do their job. For the time being, he was in a coma that the doctors induced to keep stress off of his organs, so he didn’t notice the hooded figure when it slipped into his room in the middle of the night.
 
He looked awful, like a skeleton with skin. He had ti wear an oxygen mask because he was struggling to breathe. How could anyone do this to someone like him?
 
The figure moved closer, shoulders shaking as they reached out and carefully touched his face, brushing his hair smooth with their fingers. They say on the edge of the bed and caressed his face gently, silent as death.
 
The figure shifted closer, cupped his sunken cheek and leaned down, kissing him softly on the forehead. They stayed that way for a moment, breathing in their scent before standing back up and heading to the window, then leaving. The figure jumped through the trees lining the park, only jumping back to the ground once they had left the small park that sat on the edge of the hospital grounds for those to walk in and enjoy nature. Moving to a parked car waiting on the other end of the street, the person entered the back seat and closed the door behind them, pulling the hood off their head.
“You didn’t have to come and baby sit me, Tsukiyama.” Megohime said, bags still prominent under her eyes, her black and white hair pulled up into slightly messy buns.
 
Shuu smiled gently, one leg crossed neatly over the other, "Absurdité." He said, waving his hand, "What kind of gentleman let's a young woman walk around without protection?"
 
“I suppose one that thinks every young woman needs protection.” She muttered as she looked out the window, watching the hospital slowly vanish from sight as the car pulled out into the street and drove away. “I understand I’m indebted to you and your family right now, but please try to not make me your latest fixation.”
 
Her demeanor changed immediately, and she turned her head to glare death at him. “It’s not any of your business.” She hissed lowly, fists clenched so tightly, her blackened nails dug into the flesh of her palms. She had been touchy on the subject of the human she visited daily since she was able to walk ever since being brought to the estate by Kanae, in a deplorable state and barely alive.
 
She turned her attention back to the window. “If you’re going to insist coming out here with me, pretend I’m just going for a walk.” She said quietly.
Megohime was recovering slowly, eating human flesh a few times a day, and even requesting Ghoul flesh on occasion. Her body had healed, but her nails and hair didn’t change at all. She would have to dye it before her next recital, otherwise she’d be stuck wearing a wig. She still visited Masamune daily, making sure he was still alive and doing at least ok.
Practicing her Shamisen in her bedroom, she was only half focused on her playing, her mind stuck on Masamune.
 
Megohime would often have night terrors, often resulting in her waking up to her biting her own arm to the point of nearly cannibalizing it.
She started to visit Masamune more frequently, even leaving him one of his favorite flavors of sweets- strawberry.
 
Regardless of what ended up with the sweets, Megohime always brought a new one daily, setting it on his bedside table. She sat on the bed, watching Masamune sleep. “This never should have happened..” She whispered as she she pet his face. “I’m so sorry... I should have been able to stop it, but I wasn’t, I was too weak, and you ended up suffering.”
 
Megohime only smiled softly, though sadly, and pet his hair. “You need a haircut... And you look so much better, even though you’re still thinner than I am..” She said softly, then gently taking his hand. “I wish you would wake up..” She felt a tear fall down her cheek. “I have so much I want to say to you... So many apologies that won’t count unless you wake up..” She hung her head, pressing the back of her other hand to her forehead as she fought her tears, holding his slender hand in hers.
 
"I thought I told you to stay away from him." It was Kojurou, he had come to visit on his lunch break. He was glaring at thr back of her head, as if he could burn holes in her.
 
Megohime didn’t turn to look at him, only squeezed Masamune’s hand gently, then let go and stood, turning to look at Kojurou over her shoulder. Her expression was sad, miserable almost, but she didn’t attack. In an instant, she had bolted for the window, and was gone, jumping out of the fifth story window without hesitation.
 
There was not a single person in sight, not on the ground below, and not in the little park just outside. Megohime had slipped away unnoticed once again, and was heading back to the Tsukiyama estate.
“Need flesh. Ghoul, don’t care who or how you get it, but I need a lot.”
She hit send, sitting in the back seat of the car as a Tsukiyama familial servant drove her home.
 
“Please, and thank you.”
She typed in with a soft scoff, but she had no other choice if she wanted this.
It wouldn’t take but a few days for her request to be filled, and Megohime even asked that she borrowed Tsukiyama’s own private gallery, where he often held shows of fights to the death. This one however would not have an audience. Megohime did not like to be watched as she ate, and she certainly wasn’t entertainment.
She had already gone through about a dozen or so Ghouls, eating as much of the rancid tasting meat as she could stomach and then some. She was covered head to toe in blood, and only wearing her underwear- there was no reason to ruin her own clothing with blood. Her kagune twisted behind her, still holding the corpse of a freshly killed Ghoul as she tore into a severed arm, ripping the flesh from its bone.
“You know I don’t like being watched while I eat, Tsukiyama,” She said, tearing another chunk of meat from the bone and swallowing it whole like a beast. “What do you want?”
 
"You would make for some fascinating entertainment, you know~" Shuu said as he approached, "We could even make bets on your meals~ you would get 75% of the profits, mon cher~"
 
She glanced over her shoulder at him, tearing another bite from the arm, an unamused expression on her face. “I just told you I don’t like to be watched while I’m eating, why would I want my meals interrupted with more screaming than there already is?” Her pointed tone softened slightly. “I don’t need money anyway.”
 
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