There was a large yet traditional estate in the city filled with all sorts of useful amenities. There was an archery range, a traditional garden, many buildings occupying the members within, and the main house, so large it could rival a mansion. It was one story, having the look of more of a Japanese lord's palace, but it was vast and in middle lay a room dedicated to those that ruled over the estate.

A man with dark brown hair and almost golden like-eyes sat on one of the throne-like seats, sitting alongside his wife. The woman had a cute demeanor and was quite short compared to her husband, but her long and flowing orange hair, accentuated by the green hairpin she wore in her hair gave her an air of authority. Though she smiled peacefully, the men in the room respected her the most, knowing she could flip them around and pin them without much effort on her part. The two wore traditional kimonos, intricately designed and embroidered, so much so that it must have cost thousands to have custom made.

The two smiled down at their son who gave them a brief report of what had been happening for the past two weeks, a bi-monthly tradition of theirs. The boy possessed short yet dark brown hair that made his golden eyes almost glow beautifully, accentuated by the black and white kimono he wore. His form was enough to intimidate any person in the room, built and powerful. The male was then given a small chuckle from his mother, the woman waving dismissively.

"Oh, it's nothing, honey," she giggled, earning a smile from her husband, "I think that's enough for today. Why don't you go and see what that little dove is up to? Yusei's with her in the garden right now."

The male's expression lit up and he gave a soft smile, his cheers flaring up just slightly, enough to be seen by only his mother, who had an eye for the thing. She giggled again and then waved the boy off, who rushed off without another word, shoving the papers he'd been reading into one of the bodyguard's arms. As he ran through the estate, the soft tatami mats ensured he wouldn't hurt his feet, and he began to run even faster, earning a few taunts from his underlings. Though younger than them, he still possessed great power over them, making him stick out his tongue for their snark comments about his feelings.

As the brunette rushed out of the house and slipped on his outdoor sandals, he then rushed to the garden, finding a younger black-haired male pointing at the carp pond. He was greatly enjoying telling the girl gazing into it about the fishs' names and their favorite foods. It didn't matter all the same, but he took pride in it, holding an air of rare confidence shown in his body language.

The (h/c) haired girl that gazed into the small pond pulled a piece of bread apart, throwing it into the pond for the slimy fish to feast on. They reached the surface, their small heads bobbing as they attempted to grab a piece of the substance for themselves. Some of them even splashed around in the water, but eventually, it had all been eaten by the creatures, leaving not a trace left.

Without hesitation, the brunette threw his arms around the girl, smiling so happily, it was a crime. The boy hugged her smaller form, letting out a relieved sigh while ruffling the black-haired male's head as if to say "thanks". Though it may have been odd, he hadn't wanted the girl to so much as leave his sight. Otherwise, he would become greatly stressed and would constantly worry about her leaving him. Yet she remained, being constantly watched by the multitude of yakuza members surrounding her.

"I missed you," the brunette said quietly, leaning down to kiss her, "How was it fish watching?"

He received no reply. The girl only turned her head away, her (e/c) eyes narrowing angrily as the brunette frowned at her response. True, she had followed the rules that he had set for her, but she wasn't happy about it and made sure to convey that to him whenever she could. It'd been a few days since he'd heard her voice, but he allowed it up until that point. He'd had a hard and long day and he wasn't too keen on putting up with her.

Of course, it had been understandable for her to act in such a cold way seeing as though she was held there against her will. She had been taken away from her parents, her friends, even others who sought to claim her for themselves. Then she was put through training to ensure she acted properly and set a good example for the members, but never once did she have the ability to refuse. She was on a tight leash for having dared to run from the yakuza heir, and he didn't intend on letting her have her way for very long.

"It would've been nice to hear that you missed me, too," the brunette scoffed, "At least say my name."

Again, he was greeted with no response, only the blank faraway look in the girl's eyes as she looked past the fence in the near distance. It was one that led back to the outside world, one that contained her parents, her friends, and anyone else she wished to see. Yet the brunette felt rage just thinking about it. She was safe with him, but she insisted on going out into a dangerous world. He gave a low growl to show his discontent.

"Kitten, are you thinking of running from me again?" he dared, raising an eyebrow as she flinched from the question, placing a hand on her fragile shoulder which would be easy to snap, "You are, aren't you? I've told you before, forget about it. You're with me now and that's all you need to think about."

"I know better," the girl said, shrugging off his hand from her shoulder.

"Good," the boy smirked, leaning down to her level, "Then you'll have no problem giving me a kiss. After all, kitten, I'm your master, aren't I?"

The girl scoffed, turning her back on the brunette who only smirked at her disobedience. Something about it was so alluring to him and although he believed he couldn't get enough, there were some lines he wished her not to cross. For the most part, she obeyed, but would always tiptoe around rules she found confining, earning his respect. She wasn't like any other he had met before and it drove him to the brink of insanity and back.

"Hey, Kage, I gotta go teach the new members about how to fight," the black-haired male said, "Today, I think we're doing hand to hand combat so there's bound to be a lot of blood to clean. It'd be funny if you came. Can you imagine their faces? 'Oh no, there he is', 'he's terrifying', 'he's totally killed a man before'. Those are the most common thoughts."

"I wouldn't mind going for a little sparring," the brunette said, stretching his hands over his head, "Why don't you join me, my doe? You could use the fun. I wouldn't mind fighting you either. Been a while."

The girl gave a scoff and briskly walked past the male to get changed into a proper outfit. After all, a red kimono with flowers on it wasn't exactly ready for battle nor was it intimidating. She slipped into a simple black tank top, leggings, and tied her (h/c) hair up in a simple ponytail. As she made her way through the hallway, she was greeted with small bows from some older members, knowing full well who she was. Her cheeks flared red from the attention and she averted her eyes from anyone she passed.

The brunette was leaning against the wall, already changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans, waiting for the girl to come along. He then gave a smirk and gave the girl a peck on the cheek though she gagged directly after, making him chuckle in amusement. As the two entered the room, a silence washed over it, the new members pausing to stare at the intimidating male and the girl trailing behind him. There were numerous whispers and mumbles about their emergence, but they were then greeted with a whistle from the black-haired male.

"Attention," he said, standing up straight and putting his hand on his heart, bowing to the brunette, "As new members, you'll need to know what's what around here. For starters, this is Yamato Hisaki, the heir to this yakuza group and the lovely lady beside him is (Y/n) Shiratori. They should be called "young master" or "young lord" and "my lady" accordingly. Above all, they should be shown the utmost respect, understood?"

The new members nodded greatly, some of them beginning to sweat from nervousness. After all, if the son of the yakuza group's leader was that intimidating and built, what did his father look like? In fact, they were highly wrong to be more afraid of Yamato's father for it was his mother than ran everything, being the only daughter to the previous leader of the yakuza group. And even if she didn't appear intimidating, she was gifted in most martial arts, making her a force to be reckoned with.

"Kage here, err, sorry, Yamato, is gracious enough to demonstrate his form with you and Lady (Y/n) will be his sparring partner. I'd advise you to pay close attention. Kage, don't hold back, 'kay?"

The two stood opposite from one another, taking their guards and readying themselves for the fight. Neither one of them was going to pull their punches, that much was certain. The brunette then waited for the black-haired boy's signal. When he shouted out that they could begin, he rushed over to the girl, throwing a fist to the stomach. She only grabbed onto his wrist and twisted it so that he jumped back.

The two stared at one another for a while before the girl charged, giving the boy an opening to kick at her legs. (Y/n) only jumped over his attack and proceeded to throw her own kick to his head. Yamato grabbed onto her shin, rendering her off balance. She managed to struggle out of his grasp, but the two continued to throw punches and avoid the other's attacks, making the newcomers lean in or flinch depending on the circumstances.

The fight didn't last forever though, being ended by the brunette throwing a reckless punch. The (h/c) haired girl didn't waste any time by moving out of the way of his punch, grabbing onto his wrist, and quickly pinning it behind his back, kicking the back of his knees to make him lower his center of gravity. Yamato fell to the floor, being incapacitated by (Y/n) who let out a sigh, wiping her brow. The observers burst out into applause, many of them surprised by the outcome of the fight.

"I see you're still as fit as ever," Yamato chuckled, standing up and patting her on the head, "Nicely done. We should have a rematch sometime, but I won't lose."

"Woah," one of the new members said to another next to him, blush coating his cheeks, "And I thought she was just hot. Think we can date other members? I'd love to try my hand at that."

Yamato tensed, listening to the oblivious male talk about the girl as if he was not there. He clenched his fists, gritting his teeth together as his eyes became dark. Stepping forward, all of the members became quiet, straightening their posture out of respect for the powerful male in front of them. When he stopped in front of the male that had been talking, the man freezing in dreadful fear.

The brunette then clutched onto the collar of the man's neck and lifted him up so that he was almost strangling in his grasp. He did this while staring threateningly into his eyes, almost daring him to say what he'd said again. The man's eyes widened and he closed his eyes, anticipating a flash of pain to come his way. However, (Y/n) held the male's arm back, glaring at him for attempting to hurt the man. Yamato then dropped the man, but did not refrain from showing his distaste of the male, scowling at him with a burning hatred.

"You're lucky my kitten took mercy on you," he growled, "Don't you ever let me catch you talking about her like that, you understand?! Go find someone your own age, pervert."

"Y-Yes, sir!" the man cowered, backing against the wall in fear, "I-I didn't know she was yours."

"I belong to no one," (Y/n) mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

Yamato snapped to turn around and come face to face with her, his expression one more of an annoyance than the sheer hatred he felt for the man. He quickly placed the girl's arms around his neck and pushed her against his chest, closing the distance between them while he planted a possessive yet passionate kiss on her lips for everyone else to see. One of the new members stared at the man who had spoken, wanting him to know what an idiot he was.

"You are mine," Yamato said, leaving no room for any sort of debate, "Mine and mine alone. If I need to get you a collar to prove it, I will, but you belong to me."

Then the brunette stormed out of the room, leaving everyone silent and to stare at the girl he had left. She glared at the male's leaving form, wiping any trace of his lips from hers and letting out an exhausted sigh. She then took the hair tie out of her ponytail, letting her (h/c) hair fall down. The black-haired male then stepped forward and put his hand on the girl's shoulder, giving her a gentle but warning look.

"I wouldn't test him," the boy said quietly, "Kage gets pretty possessive when it comes to you, but he only does it for your well being, you know."

"Says his obedient dog," the girl retorted, making the boy pause in shock.

"(Y/n), I mean it," he said, gripping tighter onto her shoulder in concern, "If you reject him long enough...he may end up hurting you unintentionally."

"Sure, Yusei. See you later."

. . .

There were a number of people sitting in the main dining hall, most of them scarfing down food after a day of hard work. In the front of the room sat five people and two dogs, eating in a much more civilized manner. Yamato's parents dined in silence while they occasionally whispered things that made the other blush. They were sweethearts, anyone could see that, but the feelings they had were completely mutual.

(Y/n) and Yamato sat together and though he attempted to interlock their hands on his lap, she only pulled her hand away, claiming she needed her hands to eat. He frowned, but didn't say anything on it, instead, pulling her so that her head was resting on his shoulder. This time, he didn't allow her to pull away and insisted on feeding her himself. She blushed, embarrassment overcome her as she heard some of the more respected members shout up about it.

"Look at you, Young Master!" one of them chuckled, "All lovey-dovey! I never thought the day would come!"

"S-Shut it," the brunette said, becoming just as embarrassed as the girl on his shoulder, if not, more, "I-I'm just really attached to her, alright? So shut up about it, already!"

"Hey, My Lady (Y/n)!" another one shouted, "Do us all a big favor and show us how embarrassed the Young Master gets when you kiss him!"

Yamato looked down, his cheeks becoming pinker in anticipation for a willing kiss, but she only frowned and averted her eyes, saying nothing in response. Thus, he let out a big sigh and rested his head on hers, upset he wasn't able to receive some kind of affection from her, even if it was fake and for show. He really was head over heels in love with her and while he wouldn't display it in front of his underlings, he would shower her with hugs and kisses as often as he could in their bedroom, telling her how much he loved her. While she rarely responded, it got his heart pounding and simply having her next to him was enough to make his cheeks go pink.

He took a bite of yakitori, chewing it thoughtfully as shouts of his men escalated, encouraging him to kiss her passionately. Though he did think about it, he was far too embarrassed to act upon it. Unless it was to ward off other males, he rarely showed strong romantic interest in (Y/n) to keep his precious pride. It wasn't particularly working for all of his men knew of his great affection for the girl, seeing it in his eyes and the way he was beside her versus when he was without her.

The girl fought the urge to storm out of the room, knowing there would only be a lecture in her future if she did so. Despite her being treated as an honored guest of Yamato's, most of the men treated her like she was his object, making her boil with rage. Even as the brunette placed a piece of yakitori in front of her, she refused to eat it, turning her head to the side, scowling deeply.

"Is something the matter?" he asked, a concerned expression taking over as he placed his hand to her forehead, "You're not sick. What's wrong?"

The girl didn't respond, refusing to look at anyone. Instead, she stared in the far distance at the door leading to the exit, though she knew if she made a run for it, she would only be caught again. The brunette, concerned about the girl greatly, placed his hand on her chin and lightly tugged it so she was looking into his eyes though her gaze was far from affectionate as his was. He gave a little frown and moved a stray strand of hair away from her eyes, his cheeks a light pink from doing so.

"(Y/n), please," the male sighed, "I'm worried about you. You barely eat anything anymore and you rarely ever speak. Please, what can I do for you?"

"I think she's doing it to spite you," Yusei said quietly, petting the large german shepherd by Yamato's side, resting next to a husky, "Why don't you give her some freedom? Just take her out on the town or something. I think she'd like that."

"I would," the girl said, her expression softening as she thought about being outside the estate for the first time in months, "Please?"

Yamato held a stern look, slightly tensing at the mention of letting the girl have a bit more slack. It wasn't something he was keen on. In fact, he was rather scared she would run from him again and he would be all alone. Then again, the girl hadn't been especially happy being cooped up, no matter how large the estate was. She was constantly smothered, never having a moment to herself, so the male was highly conflicted.

"I'll think about it," he responded, "but I make no promises."