(Y/n) looked over at Asuka, noting the large gap of silence that resounded after she told the (h/c) haired girl that the person she visited was a murderer. She was thrown into her memories, gripping the steering wheel tightly. At this point, it had been far longer than half an hour and the younger female was beginning to get worried about the orange-haired girl. She placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, making her tense and let out a great sigh.

"Sorry," Asuka said quietly, rubbing the bridge of her nose, "I'm hungry. Want something to eat? I'm in the mood for a coffee."

(Y/n) shrugged, making the orange-haired girl let out another sigh and turn the radio on, far beyond normal levels of volume. She wanted to block something out, quite clearly, but it did not appear as though she wanted to talk about it. So, as they arrived at a nearby cafe, they sat down at a table, and began to drink their beverages in the slightly hot sun. The weather hadn't changed since the (h/c) haired girl had been taken from Yamato's estate, and summer was still on its way.

"Are you really alright?" (Y/n) asked, still concerned for the orange-haired girl.

"Huh? O-Oh, well, maybe," the older female replied, placing her latte at her lips, "I just get out of it when I'm going to have a job. They tend to be stressful."

"Then, why not try telling me about that Grand Prix Girl game you like so much?" the (h/c) haired girl smiled.

Asuka's eyes lit up and a wide smile formed across her features as she reached into her pants pocket and took out her phone. She then input her password and pulled up a game, showing it to (Y/n). Her tone became much more excited as she began to explain how the game worked and the plot. She seemed to truly admire the game, being particularly fascinated with Miyuki Ikeda, who did bear a strong resemblance to the (h/c) haired girl.

Time passed rather quickly as she explained everything, her mood significantly raised, a wide beam on her face as she talked quickly and energetically. Every once in a while, she would do a little pose to show her enthusiasm for the game. After finishing explaining how it worked, she handed her phone to the girl to allow her to play. To (Y/n)'s surprise, the game was surprisingly fun and cute, leading to the two of them talking about it with great enjoyment.

"You're not bad company," Asuka chuckled, finishing off her latte as she entered the car, "I've gotta head to my target right now, so I have to drop you off at the main estate. But when I get back tomorrow morning, let's hang out and have some real fun, okay? I'll bring games, snacks, pizza, the whole nine yards!"

"Sounds great!" the (h/c) haired girl smiled, knowing she'd solidified her friendship with the older female.

While returning back to the estate and being held captive wasn't preferable, she didn't mind so much if she had some lively company. They arrived back at the estate, and though the guards threw up a fight, they respected the orange-haired girl's wishes and allowed her back inside. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the inside of the place, all kinds of people rushing about, running around in a hurry to find something. They were mumbling and chatting about finding something, but when they noticed (Y/n) standing there, they all paused and there was some whistling from the crowd. It seemed that they had found what they were looking for, and some were eager to see the results.

Then there was a stomping coming from the other side of the large hall, revealing a furious Sora scowling at the (h/c) haired girl. He pushed back his hair, getting it out of the way of his eyes, and walked further towards the two girls that just arrived back at the estate. He then gripped onto (Y/n)'s wrist and held it tightly, giving her a look that read she was obviously in trouble.

"You've got some nerve," he chuckled, though it was far from light, "You'll be comin' with me, girly."

"Leave her alone before I - " Asuka started, only to be interrupted by the ravenette.

"You have a job to do," Sora growled, tugging (Y/n) away, "I suggest you do it."

The orange-haired girl was shocked, surprised that he would be so serious towards her. Then she began to have a silent argument with herself before knowing she couldn't go against him, especially when she had an important role to fulfill. So she reluctantly gave a growl and turned around, going off to do what only she could do as well as she could do it. But when she returned, she would make sure Sora treated the girl kindly. She was one of her ducklings, after all.

As Sora tugged at (Y/n)'s wrist, leading her to the elevator, she gave little struggles, attempting to use what she knew of self-defense to escape his grip, but he refused to let her go. His pride wouldn't allow it, and because of that, she was subjected to a harsh pulling, not given any choice in the matter. The elevator closed its doors, carrying the two up a floor and allowing them to leave when they reached the top floor.

At that point, the ravenette gave a haughty scoff and continued tugging the (h/c) haired girl to shove her in his room. He closed the doors slowly behind himself and leaned against them, crossing his arms over his chest as he examined the girl before him. She had given her his fair share of trouble, and he didn't particularly appreciate it. It was truly working on his nerves, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to put up with it for very long.

Giving her a scowl, he began to stalk towards her, stepping very slowly with the means to subject her to fear and submission. He wouldn't be below her, he guaranteed it. It was upsetting to see she wasn't already giving in due to his looks and power in the Gensai Group. Then again, she had been with Yamato for quite some time and she'd mingled with all sorts of powerful people. It still bothered him to know that he was being viewed as less than Yamato of all people.

"Escapin', were we, doll?" the ravenette asked, almost spitting out the question, "Clearly you aren't as bright as I thought you were considerin' you turned me down. No one in their right mind would do somethin' like that, much less try to run from me. You are aware the Gensai Group makes its influence and power through information dealin', right? You wouldn't have lasted half a day without me knowin' where you were."

"I was with Asuka," (Y/n) said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Like I give a damn who you were with," the male said, clenching his fists, "How dare you give me such an attitude! You should be kissin' the very ground I step on!"

Sora stepped forward, pressing the girl to the bed and narrowing his eyes at her, gripping onto her shoulders. He clearly was beginning to get far more frustrated if he was physically touching her. Something told the girl that he saw himself as someone too good for him to touch her, especially with the way he spoke of her. He clearly wasn't very kind about showing he was better than everyone else, but then again, there wasn't any kind way to show that sort of thing.

"Now how am I going to punish you?" he growled.

The girl scoffed at his mention of punishing her for something so trivial, especially when she came back. Perhaps she did sneak away with the intent of leaving, but she didn't get far at all. In her opinion, staying in the estate was more than enough of a punishment. As the ravenette looked the girl up and down, he gave a curious hum, deciding on what he was going to do. When he decided, he got up and gave a grin.

"I'm feeling lenient today, so I'll give you mercy," the ravenette said, haughtily, "Due to your absence, I've gotten pretty stressed, more so than usual. So, you can have the honor of givin' me a nice massage."

"Are you a pervert?" the girl responded.

"I said a massage," the male repeated, more demanding than before, "Either that, you can wash me in the bath, or you can have sex with me. I don't want anything else. Those are your choices"

The girl groaned, rolling her eyes. While it confirmed her notions of him being a pompous, narcissistic fool, she wasn't in a position to refuse. She knew if she did, he would only force her through various means. The idea of giving him a massage didn't particularly appeal to her, so she decided she would do a quick job, and find Enmei. Maybe he would help her escape the ravenette.

"Well?" Sora snapped, unbuttoning his shirt with an impatient expression.

"Yeah, yeah," the girl said, "A massage it is then."

Again, she rolled her eyes, watching him slide the shirt off of himself, and throw it onto the floor, uncaring of who had to pick it up. It obviously wouldn't be him, he was too proud for that. The male then observed the girl's reaction, expecting her to notice how fit and toned he was, but she didn't seem to care. Irritated, he gave a "tch" and laid down on the bed, resting his head on his arms as he closed his eyes.

(Y/n) looked at his back, examining it as if doing such a thing would allow her to figure out just exactly he wanted her to do. She poked his skin, earning an annoyed scoff from him that made her resist the urge to snicker. Instead, she focused on the task at hand. She'd never given anyone a massage before, but a long time ago, she was given one by one of her close friends. From what she remembered, it was like karate chopping the back.

Hesitantly, she began to repeat what she remembered, but she did it far too hard, making Sora give a groan and sit up, rubbing at his back. He gave a scowl and the girl and crossed his arms over his chest, expecting an explanation for her lack of competence. She only stared at him and shrugged. It wasn't like she had ever wanted to give another person a massage, so how was she supposed to know what he wanted?

"You have to be some kind of dumbass to mess up somethin' as simple as a massage," he commented, "What a pain in the ass. Can't you do anythin' right? Or do I have to teach you every little thing?"

When the girl only responded with an annoyed pout, he rolled his eyes and opened the bottom drawer next to his bed. As he did so, the girl looked inside, curious as to what he kept there. Inside was an assortment of different lotions, some of them with oddly feminine scents like Cherry Blossom. Noticing her looking at them, Sora cocked an eyebrow and silently dared her to say anything.

"I would have guessed you preferred more manly scented things," the girl commented, "You even have essential oils. I didn't know guys liked that kind of thing."

"So what?" the male snapped, "They smell good. Sue me."

"I wasn't saying it was a bad thing."

The male rolled his eyes and shoved one of the bottles of body lotion to the girl, laying back down on the bed and resting. When the girl stared down at the bottle, trying to figure out the scent, the boy rolled his eyes. The scent he had chosen, once more, seemed a bit more feminine than he seemed he would enjoy. 'Violet, Sandlewood, and Eucalyptus' she thought, opening the top to smell it, only to find it was surprisingly good smelling. It was still feminine, no doubt about it, but who was she to judge?

"Put the lotion on your hands, dumbass," he sighed, feeling the need to walk her through every step, "I don't have all day."

The girl, listening to his instructions, decided to toy with him, teaching her a lesson of her own for his little nicknames. She unscrewed the lid, but instead of pouring it on her hands, she poured it on his back, making him wince from the cold feeling of it. He growled and sat up once more, only for the lotion to slide down his back and make him shiver. Clearly not appreciating the feeling, he tried to get it off of him, only to largely struggle.

"What kind of an idiot are you?!" he shouted, focusing on his efforts to get the cold substance off of him.

"Sorry," the girl chuckled, sticking out her tongue, "I guess I'm just so very incompetent."

"You got that right! Clean this up now!"

The girl supposed she didn't mind, considering she was the one that made the mess and went into the bathroom, grabbing a towel. She then threw it on the male, and though he gave her a dirty glare for not cleaning him and making him do the work, he did wipe the lotion off himself. At this point, he wasn't sure he trusted the girl to give him a massage, but he didn't believe she would be competent at bathing him either. Plus, after all of the stunts she'd pulled, he didn't have the energy to want to take her for himself.

"Alright, just tell me what to do," the girl finally said, making him lift an eyebrow, "I mean it, no tricks."

While the male was skeptical of the girl, he also wanted the excuse to truly punish her. Then again, when she poured the lotion on her hands, he invited the welcome of a relaxing massage. He certainly needed it from all of the stress he was going through. Even the things that really relaxed him weren't enough anymore. He picked up a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it, enjoying the welcome of the drug.

"Put your hands on my back," the ravenette instructed, still wincing at the cold feel of the lotion, "Now move your hands over my back however you want and put a little pressure on it. Then move to another place and do the same thing. The point is to relax my muscles."

(Y/n) listened carefully, learning how to perform the action to his liking. At first, he didn't seem to enjoy it, but when she adjusted the way she went about it, he began to relax, smoking at a leisurely pace. Every now and then, he let out a relaxed sigh and tilted his head to the side, signaling he wanted her to rub his neck. When she did that, she felt the tense muscles there, telling her he had, indeed, had been stressing about something, or perhaps multiple things. Yet, it still didn't seem like he was worthy of her respect just yet.

"Go lower for me, doll," the ravenette requested.

As she pressed down near the back of his spine, he let out a relieved sigh and closed his eyes again, enjoying the massage. The scent of the lavender was equally as enjoyable for the male, putting him into a state of utter tranquility, something quite rare for him. While it didn't last long, he felt revived and opened his eyes, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. The girl wiped her hands off with the towel, but the smell of lavender, sandalwood, and eucalyptus stuck with her. Not that she minded it. It really did smell nice.

"You're not too terrible when you try," the male said as if it was a compliment, "You can go now, but if I find out you left, I won't give you such a nice punishment next time. Oh, and try to remember that you're part of my harem now. That means if you look bad, I look bad. Be a good girl, yeah?"

(Y/n) once more rolled her eyes at the ravenette's pompous words, but chose not to comment on it. Instead, she let him have his bragging moment and stood up, fully prepared to leave. Despite how she felt when she left a room Yamato was with, Sora's eyes did not linger on her. He seemed far too prideful to allow something like that to happen, and the (h/c) haired girl quite preferred it that way. She couldn't stop the panging in her heart at not being with Yamato.

A sad truth. The girl had completely fallen for the brunette, despite the events that led to her thinking of him in such a way. Her heart still longed for his careful touches, dependability, and undying loyalty towards her. Yet, her mind screamed at her for thinking such a thing. She wouldn't let herself be overcome with the feeling, constantly rejecting him at any chance she got. At the very least, being taken from him, she would be able to clear up her heart of the constraining feeling forced into her. Yet she knew that the brunette would not stop until she was safe in his arms. The amount of time she had left wasn't long, so she had to get him out of her heart as quickly as possible. As much as it pained her.