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Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

She hesitated for a moment before agreeing to come over, hanging up and getting dressed before heading out on foot. It didn’t take her very long, since she practically sprinted the entire way, more than excited to see Masamune again. Once at his apartment, she opened the front door quietly, finding it unlocked.
 
Megohime moved over quickly, wrapping her arms around him tightly and burying her face into his chest, holding him tightly.
 
“God I missed you so much..” She said softly, eyes burning with tears. “I missed hearing your voice..”
 
She jabbed his side lightly, face flushed. “Shut up, you really worried me..” She said quietly, leaning up to kiss him softly.
 
She leaned into his touch, putting her hand over his. “You look tired again.. Are you staying up all night again..?” She asked, taking his hand and guiding him to his bed.
 
She sat on the bed with him, frowning softly. “Is it from the pain or...” She made a face. “From... then..?”
 
"The pain, mostly...with the lack of meds for so long, a lot of damage was done...it'll be a bit before things go back to normal levels.." He said, "Lock the door, please...don't want Kojurou peeking in.."
 
Megohime nodded and got up to lock the door quietly, returning to the bed and crawling under the covers with Masamune. “Are you in pain now..?” She asked quietly.
 
She nodded and laid her head in his lap, wrapping one arm over his legs. She enjoyed just laying with him in silence before finally speaking up. “Ne.. I have a recital at the end of the week... Would you like to come?” She offered, looking up at him. “I always have two seats reserved for family, but my parents hardly ever come..”
 
"Recital?" He asked, "Oh, for your, uh...your shamisen, right? I'd love to! You're always talking about it, may as well see it for once~"
 
Her cheeks flushed, and she glanced away in embarrassment. “It’s not really anything amazing, not like a rock concert or anything like that, just a bunch of old people coming to an old theatre.” She mumbled, not expecting him to actually want to go. “B-But if you want I can drop the tickets off tomorrow..”
 
"I would love to go, Mego...you're always talking about it, about how much you love to play. I would just need to figure out how to sneak pass Kojurou." He grinned.
 
She crawled up onto her hands and knees, kissing Masamune. “I’ll make sure you’re able to come and see me..” She smiled softly, cupping his cheek. “Thank you... it really means a lot to me..”
 
She kissed him back, making a soft noise as she took one of his hands in her own.

Amaya’s head always felt like she was far away from her own body, watching herself as she did her daily activities. She didn’t do much though, she she was either sleeping or drawing, left alone in the painful silence of her cell. Her expression was blank, and her eyes hazy as she drew on one of the dozens and dozens of sheets of paper she was given, but as of late, her drawings had began to deteriorate. They were either sloppy, or altogether just mindless scribbling rather than the beautiful art she used to make, but she hardly noticed.
 
Sasuke scowled as he watched her. Nothing had been done differently to make her act like a drooling imbecile. Why did they even keep her around?
 
Amaya only sat on the floor in silence, continuing to scribble blankly on the paper, hardly even looking at it. It was her fault, if she and that other brat had never tried to escape, he never would have been demoted to baby-sitter, he would have been a Ghoul investigator by now, but because she had to go and break the rules, here he was in Cochlea, locked away with a bunch of Ghouls.
 
He couldn't stand her. How she played little porcelain doll all the time. He knew the type of ghoul she was. She would never just accept this. He unlocked her door and stormed in, shutting it behind him before he shoved her roughly and started to wail on her with the quinque steel rod he carried around.
 
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