A tale of twisted lovers

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The same story you've heard it all, right? you save nobunaga from certain death, and now ur his lucky charm. Are you though? Are you sure you are who you say you are? Mai walked briskly down the hall. Her kimonos tore open! how, exactly? mai was attacked by...something? Someone-? She couldn't tell, all she could remember was strong yet somewhat feminine hands, angry breathing, growling, blood, cutting, the shiiiiing of a sharp blade, but not a sword. This weapon was connected to a long chain. A long red hot, fiery chain. she reached her room, and even after cleaning herself, changing, the red hot mark of the blade lay there on her chest, reaching up to her neck. the cold, yet fiery hot blade she felt still touching her. it's a miracle whatever attacked her let her run, but it felt as if it was playing with her, a deadly game of cat and mouse.

She reached now the audience chamber, and sat in her usual spot trying to cover her neck, worrying her warlords would be the last thing precious, perfect little mai wanted, right?  As the other warlords arrived and discussed more war related topics, mitsuhide was the one to break the silence, or so to speak. "mai, why is your neck covered? it's hot outside" nobunaga nodded as she  protested. "he is correct. remove the scarf" She unwillingly removed it, flashing the pretty little scar on her neck. hah, little; the red hot fiery mark running along her chest and neck, the mark of the chains wrapped around her torso, and up to her collarbone, but they couldn't see her torso, and the chains.  No, all the saw was the red fiery burns and cuts of a foreign blade, different and unknown to them, but not all. a mystery figure, lurking in the shadows knew exactly what  this weapon was, and where it came from, and who wields it. but they ar enot mais attacker, just a helpful little spy. a helpful, traitorous little 'angelic' spy...

it made the warlords upset, naturally. seeing their precious princess with marks so painful. For once after weeks and months of searching, the felt...hopeless, like they've lost. They all silently continued their work, while the seamstress worked with her new permanent scar. Her skins no longer fair, is it? what a shame. Now that its healed,mai continued into town. she needed some more fabrics.

She again felt that familiar feeling, like she did all those months ago. This time, the life threatening shiiing, the cracking cruuunch. The seamstress never returned to azuchi castle...in one piece, at least.