I don't really have an explanation for what's about to follow. I was in despair one second, and the next thing I know I'm writing this. Enjoy anyway.

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Two figures beneath the moonlight, silhouettes against the cloudless night sky. They had only just come together, and in a single flash, they come hurtling towards the ground, one on top of the other. They crash into the underbrush together, a sickening crack and a grunt of pain piercing the darkness.

"Hmmhmmhmm..." a soft female voice chuckles as the owner runs her hand along the face of the one she mounts on the forest floor, a heavily injured young woman herself, patches of deep red bleeding through her ashy grey shirt. The pinned girl coughs roughly, a drop of blood forming at the corner of her mouth.

"Y-you... cheater..." she rasps through her pain, and a second crack and a grunt echoes into the night, this time sending a spray of blood onto a nearby bamboo stalk. The dominant girl retracts her hand and gently wipes away the residual blood before wiping it back on the girl beneath her, leaving faint red streaks on her shirt.

"There is nothing unfair about it, you're simply getting too slow in your old age," she says while leaning forward, long black hair pouring over her shoulders. "Fujiwara no Mokou."

Mokou sneers despite her coughing, the drop of blood having turned into a rivulet now. She had been tricked again by manipulation of the eternal and instantaneous, and in a time immeasurable she had been pierced by several bolts and brought crashing to the ground. Several ribs were broken, one arm was crippled by a bolt, though both her legs felt as if they were fine. Despite her injury however, she simply glares confidently at the girl on top of her, her nemesis for centuries now, the 'moon princess' Kaguya Houraisan.

"What's wrong Mokou? Did I break your jaw?" Kaguya asks, brushing aside some of her hair and leaning in closer. Mokou spits a mouthful of blood into her face, causing Kaguya to reel back, and another backhand blow strikes Mokou across the face with even greater force, and the fresh bitter taste of blood fills her mouth once again. "How rude!" Kaguya exclaims, wiping away the mess on her face with her sleeve, though her expression has darkened. "I can see you're feeling rather spirited tonight. That's go~od." Kaguya coos, bringing one of her hands to Mokou's jaw and pushing it hard against her top jaw as she leans forward again, nearly laying flat on the injured girls broken body.

"I'm going to enjoy playing with you again tonight, Mokou~" Kaguya sighs, running her free hand along Mokou's 'good' arm until she reaches the hand, and without hesitation, grasps a finger and snaps it to the side violently. Mokou doesn't even respond with any more but a facial tic. One by one, Kaguya uses her vantage point to break Mokou's fingers, taking her time between each one, as if she was gently appreciating the hand she was mangling before each break. The entire time, she never took her eyes off Mokou's.

"How's it feel?" Kaguya asks gently as she wrenches the final finger with a quick snap. Mokou flinches a little now, then gives a hoarse laugh.

"You're losing your touch, Kaguya." Mokou says, not even offering the slightly resistance as Kaguya pulls her hand away and leans back, tossing her hair back behind her with both hands before leaning back and easily snapping Mokou's elbow in a single twist. "You don't have what it takes anymore."

"Hmm," Kaguya sighs, pressing her hands into Mokou's ribs intentionally, pushing her fingers into the bones to feel out the fractures, giggling to herself childishly as she rubs them and presses each of them, counting them as she does so. "I guess I'll need to find something new for you then." she says, shifting her weight slightly and smiling down at Mokou with a twisted grin. "I have to say though, it's become a lot more fun since you've given up on trying to burn me off of you when I come to play." she says, running her fingers through Mokou's hair softly. "I could get used to this submissive plaything you're turning into." Kaguya says, pulling her hands back up and resting them on Mokou's relaxed shoulders with a smile. "My own beautiful little doll that breaks easily but never stays broken for long." she continues, bringing her hands to Mokou's throat and closing her hands tightly, pressing her thumbs into Mokou's throat. A single wheeze escapes as Mokou's last breath before her airways are shut completely by the force. "My own little Mokou that I can crush the life from at my fancy every. Single. Night." Kaguya sings as Mokou's eyes slowly begin to roll back into her head.

After a few moments of darkness, the world returns with a sputtering cough and a wheeze as Mokou gasps for air. Kaguya had released her throat just short of killing her. She can't even speak right now, she can only manage hoarse rasps of laughter at Kaguya, who laughs back with her clear voice. Once more, Kaguya lays herself against her broken chest and turns her face upwards, studying Mokou's features. Mokou knows what's coming next. Kaguya hums to herself as she gently traces the features of Mokou's face with her finger, leading to the bridge of her nose. Slowly, Kaguya clamps her fingers over Mokou's nose and squeezes. Kaguya only has to hold for a few seconds before Mokou's mouth opens to breathe, and when it does, Kaguya moves her other hand quickly and jams her fingers into Mokou's mouth, and bringing her other hand to the top jaw to oppose the hold on the bottom jaw, Kaguya violently rips them apart with a loud snap.