The door to (Y/n)'s room was knocked on, at which point the white-haired girl she'd seen a few times before entered, giving a respectful bow. Despite her high position in the harem, it seemed that she was fairly timid. The reason for that eluded the (h/c) haired girl, but she gave her full attention to the older girl who fiddled with her blouse as her purple eyes scanned the room. She seemed to feel out of place.

"Master Sora has asked to see you," she said quietly, shying away from the guards in the room, "I'll lead you to him if you'd like. He said he had important information about Kage and that he'd figured you would want to know."

Though (Y/n) would have refused to just see the ravenette for no reason, especially if it didn't benefit her, the enticing information of knowing what Yamato was up to was oddly effective to increasing her motivation to see him. She didn't believe that Sora was lying, especially when he gave a reason for asking to see her. So for once, she decided to place her trust in him for the time being. As she followed the white-haired girl, two of the guards followed. Clearly they didn't trust her anymore.

The walk was uncomfortably silent, only the clicking of the white-haired girl's heels was heard as well as a few coughs from the guards. As the (h/c) haired girl was led to the top floor and the older female opened the doors to Sora's room, she saw no sign of the ravenette. Yet the white-haired girl led (Y/n) further into the room, the guards stopping in their tracks. They, apparently, didn't have any clearance to enter the master bedroom. Or perhaps it was because they were too intimidated by the yakuza heir.

As the white-haired girl stopped in front of a door, she gave a small cough and shook her head before letting a wide smile grace her face. She then pushed open the door to reveal the shockingly large bath (Y/n) had seen a while ago. Inside, it appeared that Sora was bathing, relaxing himself, the smell of lavender floating through the air. It was more disconcerting when the (h/c) haired girl saw that Sora was not bathing alone. Multiple girls from his harem were accompanying him, their attention solely on him.

"Hm?" the ravenette grunted, throwing his head back to look at (Y/n), "Oh, that was quick. Didn't expect you to be so eager to learn 'bout what your darlin' has been up to."

"My darling?" the (h/c) haired girl said, trying not to gag as she turned around, crossing her arms over her chest, "I was told that you wanted to talk, not bathe. I hope you know I'm not joining you in there."

"Did you expect me to make time out of my schedule for you?" the male chuckled, letting out an amused sigh after, "Well, aren't we confident? I would have just lost it if you joined me in here. I would have to take you right there on the spot."

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you," (Y/n) commented, making the ravenette smirk.

"Is that so?" he grinned, tapping his fingers on the edge of the bath, "Just so you know, doll, I don't chase my women. I ain't gonna chase you."

For some reason, the (h/c) haired girl felt the urge to let out a sigh of relief, but decided to hold it in, lest she annoy the master of the house and get herself killed. He didn't seem to be in the greatest mood. The ravenette pushed his hair back, almost looking as though he'd gelled it, when in truth, he only used water. Some strands of his black hair fell in front of his forehead, and the look seemed effortless on his part.

"Disappointed, girly?" Sora smirked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the younger female, "I wouldn't blame ya. Anyway, join me in here or not, I don't care. You're only here to make things easier for me."

"Uhuh," the (h/c) haired girl said, rolling her eyes, her back still facing Sora, "Do you enjoy having women fawn over you?"

"Can't say I'm not a fan," the male retorted, "I'm a fan of beautiful women. I only have the best babes. 'Course they don't hold a candle to me. I'm too perfect to have just one. I need to be shared with as many people as possible."

"Yes, well from what I heard, you're forcing them to fawn over you like that."

The room went silent and the ravenette cocked an eyebrow, a frown appearing on his typically unbothered expression. Unnerved by the silence, and anticipating the male to attack her for saying such a thing, the (h/c) haired girl turned around to see him staring curiously at her. It wasn't a thrilled look, nor was it an angry look. Instead, it seemed like he was trying to figure out where she had heard such a thing from.

"I do no such thing, doll," he said, no sign of lying on his features, "All of my women fawn over me because they want me. I don't force them into it."

"Sure," the girl said, rolling her eyes, "Even though your yakuza group is a leader in the sex slave industry?"

"Nah, never been a huge fan of the whole slave thing, ya know?" Sora laughed, throwing his head back to look up at the ceiling, "Just a pain, really. If you have one, it's like admittin' to everyone that you're so undesirable that you have to force someone to touch you. Someone like me doesn't need to put any effort into makin' a woman love me. Besides, you see any chains or collars on my girls?"

(Y/n) found herself confused by this new information. As she looked, embarrassed though she was to do it, none of the girls had any sign that they were imprisoned. However, she couldn't accept his words. After all, why had some of the girls been scared to be on the bottom of the rankings? And why did it appear that they put on smiles just for him? It seemed far more likely he scared them into loving him.

"Don't believe me, do ya?" the ravenette sighed, "Alright then, strip."

"In your dreams," the (h/c) haired girl hissed, covering her clothed body protectively.

"Not my dreams, doll," Sora chuckled, making a dismissive motion with his hand, "Point is: I can't force you to do a damn thing, now can I? It's not like I'm gonna hit you until you submit. That'd just be a waste of my time."

Some of the girls next to the ravenette giggled, making him smile wider. As they drifted closer to him and returned to resting on his chest, he allowed it to happen, taking pride in it as they draped themselves over him. He didn't touch any of them, but let them do whatever they pleased to himself. It seemed he was reluctant to choose favorites, but Asuka had said his favorite was Seraphina, making (Y/n) even more confused.

"Say...," Sora said, giving a smirk to the (h/c) haired girl, "Ever considered the possibility that these girls are simply head over heels for me?"

"But you're a pervert!"

"Per...vert?" the ravenette said, his expression radiating his utter bewilderment at the statement, "Is that how you see me? 'Fraid not, doll. I'm no such thing."

"Asuka said you were a manwhore!" the (h/c) haired girl said, tilting her head as she tried to solve the puzzle, "She talks about you like you're a gross pig that only does things a pervert would do! Like...like messing around with girls all day."

"Well, I'm no virgin, but it's not like I fuck every day, all day," the male scoffed, becoming irritated, "I've got things to do. See any of my kids runnin' around? No? Shocker. Maybe it's 'cuz I use things called condoms. I'm not a dick, girly. I always have safe sex. Besides, Asuka's not the best source to hear these things from. She thinks all men are pigs that only want to fuck and kill. 'Fraid she gave you her bias. Don't blame her though. She means well."

(Y/n) gave a shocked expression that made the ravenette chuckle with great amusement. He hadn't expected her to be so quick to make assumptions of others, but it wasn't like he was any better. Further still, he enjoyed the embarrassed expression she had when she figured out she'd been insulting him without grounds for doing so. Thus, when he noted the red shade that crossed her face, his grin only widened.

"Don't worry 'bout it," he said, giving her a wink, "I get it. I seem like the type, but don't make the same mistake again. Unless you wanna keep talkin' 'bout me, which I don't mind if we do, I've got some news from our Kage. Poor baby's losin' it without ya."

"Does he know I'm here?" the (h/c) haired girl asked rather calmly.

"Not as far as I know. He might have a few ideas of where you are, but he's not really doin' much to me. Well, he did attack some of my information dealers, but that's about it. That man in the hospital you helped, that was Kage's handiwork. Beautiful cuts, I have to say. Gotta admire it, ya know? Anyway, I'd say I'll return you in 'bout a week or so, maybe more."

(Y/n) gave a concerned look. She didn't believe she'd be heading back to the brunette so soon. It wasn't exactly what she wanted as she knew he was beginning to take over her mind. She didn't want to fall to him, but at the same time, she didn't want to stay around in Sora's estate. Things were far more dangerous than at Yamato's. Thus, she could only focus on the present than the future.

"I have a request," the girl said, getting on her knees and bowing respectfully to the ravenette who was startled by her actions, "Please do what you can to keep him away from me."

"I still can't figure out what's wrong with you, girly," Sora sighed, cocking an eyebrow at her reasonings, trying to figure it out for himself, "You've got Kage of all people at your beck and call. Know how many people would kill for that?"

"I'm not one of them," (Y/n) said sternly, "I want my freedom."

"Freedom, eh?" the male said, pausing a moment before speaking again, "Great minds think alike, doll. I'll help you out, just don't fall for me too hard. I don't tend to let go of my favorites too easily."

"It won't be a problem," the (h/c) haired girl mumbled.

"Feisty," the ravenette whistled, "You can leave now. I'll speak to you later if somethin' comes up."

As (Y/n) left the room, Sora watched her with every step. He wasn't entirely sure if he found her annoying or simply inexperienced, but either way, he appreciated her feisty attitude. Not to mention, innocent though she was, she was definitely his type. As she left the room, he gave a curious hum, a smirk on his features as he bit down lightly on his bottom lip. His heart was far from being his, but at the very least, she had his interest. Whether or not that was a good thing was beyond anyone.

. . .

Yamato couldn't calm his nerves as he rode in the limousine, Yusei by his side. He couldn't ease his worries due to where he was headed. Not having any information on (Y/n) had already stressed him out enough as well as the added tension of voices at the back of his mind claiming she was dead, dying, or, at the very least, in pain. So, to cover everything he could in the hopes to gain some kind of relief, he was currently headed to the house (Y/n) was raised in to see if she had run from him.

Though, truthfully, if she had run from him, he would have far preferred that to her being taken by someone else. His leg began to twitch as he stressed over meeting her parents. His heart was beating wildly as he feared the worst. It had always been in his mind that he wanted to marry the (h/c) haired girl to keep her to himself, but he was a traditional person, and he desperately wanted her parents' approval.

"It'll be fine," Yusei said, though his mind told him it wasn't going to be a peaceful affair, "Stop asking yourself what-ifs."

As his best friend's words slightly calmed the nervous wreck of a man, the brunette allowed himself to relax, if only slightly. However, as the car came to a rolling stop, the brunette tensed and his eyes shrank in fear. This was now the time that he had to prove himself, and, truth be told, he wasn't sure he could do it. After all, in his eyes (Y/n) was a beautiful and perfect girl, and he didn't believe he deserved her. But for her parents to openly tell him that he wasn't enough was one of his worst fears at that point.

Yusei opened the door to the car, holding his hand out for Yamato to take. The ravenette knew of the brunette's immense fear, but the only thing he could do was help him to offer support. The yakuza heir was largely on his own, unable to rely on anyone else but himself. Thus, when he stepped out of the car, he could not stop his legs from trembling. This was, by far, the most terrifying thing he had ever attempted to face, but he needed to know that (Y/n) was alright and that she was safe from harm.

Yusei rang the doorbell to the house, staring at the door with a half-hearted smile. He remembered the time that the brunette had broken her door down, and the time he saw the yakuza heir at a loss for what to do to gain her affections. It was truly something else. Yet, now the roles seemed far gone, and instead, the younger ravenette was accompanying a male that had almost completely broken without her. He was only a husk at that state, only capable of performing simple actions, though that too was debatable. He still couldn't eat much, and sleeping was still a problem for him.

The door opened to reveal a man, perhaps in his late forties with disheveled brown hair and bags under his eyes. He appeared to be exhausted, and as he looked at the two teenagers before him, he gave them a confused expression. Then he turned to look inside before shaking his head and addressing the males before him.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice sounding just as exhausted as he looked.

Yamato froze on the spot, unable to respond, only focusing on how much his legs and hands were shaking. He was truly terrified of the man in front of him, unable to calm himself down to let out a proper sentence. Yusei watched and he couldn't help but give his friend a pitying expression at his sorry state. Thus, to make it easier on him, he stepped forward and gave an amiable smile to the much older male.

"Hello, sir," he said with a calm and confident voice, "My name is Yusei Nagahama and this is my friend, Yamato Hisaki. We're here to talk about your daughter, (Y/n). Would you mind if we came in for a bit?"

At the mention of his daughter's name, the man gave a saddened expression before nodding and holding open the door for the two to enter. As the man closed the door behind them, he took note of the limousine in front of the house, making him wonder who the two actually were to have that kind of money. As he turned to inspect the two, he took note of Yamato's formal attire consisting of a black and white suit and tie. Yusei was only dressed in his apparel, making him appear to be significantly less wealthy than the brunette, which was partly true.

"Can I get you two anything?" the man asked, intimidated by the younger man's clear wealth, "We have coffee, orange juice, and tea."

"N-No thanks, sir," Yamato stuttered, taking note of the house he'd been in just a handful of times before.

Yusei replied in much the same way, declining the offer, but apologizing for doing so. As the two sat down on the couch, the man sitting down in another chair, a woman walked into the room. She had medium-dark black hair, but she looked about as exhausted as the man. It wasn't hard to tell that she was (Y/n)'s mother. The two shared a similar appearance, aside from a few features, and they held the same curious expression in their eyes.

"Hello, miss," Yusei said, putting his hand on Yamato's leg that was shaking, "We were wondering if you could help us out with something."

Elbowing the brunette, Yusei attempted to make him speak up for himself and make a good first impression. However, the yakuza heir was unable to think straight, his mind all over the place, ranging from thoughts about (Y/n) to moments in his past that reminded him of the fear he felt. Feeling the ravenette hold tightly onto his hand, he took in a deep breath and steeled himself.

"I-I j-just," he paused, trying to stop his voice from shaking, "I was worried about (Y/n). I haven't seen her for a long time. H-Have you seen her? Or heard f-from her? Or something? I just need to know she's...safe."

"I'm sorry," the woman said softly, tears coming into her eyes, "We haven't seen or heard from her for months. The police told us...that she is most likely dead at this point."

The brunette's entire form ceased doing anything, a dreadful feeling overcome anything he was supposed to be doing. He wasn't breathing, he wasn't closing his eyes, he wasn't moving. He could do nothing but enter his own mind, not knowing how to react. He didn't understand what the woman had meant. Was it that (Y/n) was truly gone? He wouldn't accept that. If he did, that would be accepting that he was alone and that he wouldn't be able to hold another in his arms.

Unable to control his body, the brunette dropped to his knees and began trembling uncontrollably. He began to tear up and his heart seemed as though it was being squeezed violently and ripped out at the same time. The pain he felt was unbearable, so much so that his lungs compressed, and he found it hard to breathe. The best he could do was manage a small wheeze to get a handful of oxygen in his system.

"P-Please," his voice trembled, "Please! I-I-I need her, you don't understand! Tell me that she's alright! Tell me that she's safe...If she's hurt...I-If she's hurt..."

The brunette wasn't able to finish his sentence before he collapsed, breathing heavily, his body burning up in fear. Yusei immediately kneeled down to his friend's side, placing his hand on his forehead. He took his hand back from the heat he felt from his skin. It was clear his health was rapidly deteriorating. Not only that, but as Yusei put his ear down to his chest, it sounded as though the male was experiencing a panic attack. He was so incredibly terrified of everything happening that both his mind and body gave out. He had to be rushed to the hospital.