Sora sat in a chair in his conference room, his feet on the table without a care for what anybody else had to say about it. The "old farts" weren't there to critique him, but even if they were, he'd keep doing it to spite them. Still, he watched the anxious (h/c) haired girl sitting just next to him, fiddling with her shirt with great nerves. While he didn't understand the situation completely, he knew enough to fill in the gaps.

"Ready?" the ravenette asked, "We can't wait all day."

The girl looked to the side and let out a heavy sigh. The male couldn't do much to support her, at least, he told himself so, and he kept himself distant from her. Comforting another wasn't his strong suit, so he gave her time, but time was a luxury he could scarcely afford at that point. He was already risking another situation happening with Yamato. So he put his hand on the girl's shoulder and gave her the best reassuring look he could give.

"I've ensured he won't find you from this," Sora said quietly, "The line is untraceable. I've had well-paid experts to secure this phone from anyone, and while he probably has some understandin' of code or whatever, he's hardly a master. So, relax."

The ravenette was right about the boy's ability to trace her when she was virtually nowhere, but if he knew the girl was alive, there was every possibility he would try. Of course the blonde wouldn't give away where she was to the others, but if he knew, she was scared that he would take her away for her own "safety". While she trusted him for all he had done for her, she was scared that the same thing that overtook Yamato would happen to him. The only thing that allowed her to go through with it was her knowledge that Akari's insanity was slightly different than the brunette's.

Upon seeing the girl give a small nod, the male began to dial the blonde's private phone number. From what (Y/n) knew of the boy, she figured it was private because he couldn't deal with people asking about his parents or about his money. It made her smile, but due to her nerves, it didn't last long. As the ringing finally came to a stop, there was an oddly impatient voice at the end of the line.

"Unknown number," Akari sighed, frustratedly, "What is this? What do you want?! Speak before I find and kill you!"

"You're an interestin' fellow," Sora chuckled, "Well, I've got somethin' you want very, very badly. I'd normally name a price for you to pay me in exchange, but I want a favor instead."

"Who the hell are you to ask something like that from me?!" the blonde all but screamed, his voice unsteady and clearly quite stressed, "I don't need someone making claims that they know what I want!"

"Yikes. You sound like a screechy brat," the ravenette chuckled, taking the (h/c) haired girl's head and placing it down on his shoulder, stroking her hair through his fingers, "Well, if you're not interested in what I have to say, I guess you don't want to know about the great beauty on my shoulder right now."

"I'm not interested in women," the other end snapped, "Get lost!"

"I think ya are," Sora smirked, toying with the blonde, "And what a gorgeous one she is. Her soft (h/c) hair and gentle (e/c) eyes. And the way her name dances on your tongue. I like saying it. I know you do, too. (Y/n)."

The other end of the phone sounded as though the phone had been thrown through a mountain and into an ocean. It was like a hurricane, clear shock in Akari's mind and heart, knowing that (Y/n) was alive. He was relieved, obviously, but eager to know where she was and how she was doing. It sounded that he was terrified she was being held captive or in harm's way if he didn't comply the way he was needed to.

"Who are you?!" Akari shouted, begging, "(Y/n)? Where is she? Have you touched her?! Don't you dare! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill y - "

"Akari," (Y/n) said gently, revealing herself, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Goddess!" the male exhaled, pure joy in his voice as he began to break down, "I-I've been looking everywhere for you! Thank goodness! I missed you so much. What's this call about? Who's with you? Is it Shota? Haru? It...It's not Rei, is it?"

"None of them," the (h/c) haired girl sighed, "Can I ask a favor from you?"

"Yes! Yes, please! Anything!" the blonde squeaked in excitement.

At that point, Sora took hold of the conversation, letting (Y/n) rest and observe as things played out. He sensed the nervous tingles she was experiencing, the small shakes of her hand and twitches when she heard the blonde speaking. It wasn't that he knew what he was doing, but a part of him, perhaps some hidden instinct, took the wheel and he interlocked his hand with the girl's.

At first, she was reluctant to accept, but as he eased her into it, she seemed to relax within his touch. He, once more, took hold of her hand and brought it to his chest, pressing gently on her fingers. Though his focus was distracted from the call, he didn't seem to mind. At that point, his attention was solely on feeling her. Though a small part of her, it seemed invaluable, priceless even. It was far more than he could take at a time, so, reluctantly though he did, he placed his focus back onto the call.

"I need ya to do a few things for me," Sora sighed, pushing back his hair, though it only fell back into place, "The first of which is to create (Y/n) a false trail far away from this country. Push it into Vethela or further northwest."

"I don't take orders from you," Akari spat, a clear hatred in his voice, "For all I know, you're forcing (Y/n) into pretending like she wants this."

"I assure you, this is as much for her as it is for me," the ravenette said calmly, "Someone's after her, and I promise you, they'll do worse to her than I will."

"How am I supposed to trust your promises when I don't know who you are?!"

"Fair point, but if I told you who I was, you'd know where I am. That would be a problem. So I'll tell you what's at stake here if you don't help us out. If you don't lead a false trail further northwest, someone's gonna grab (Y/n) and it won't be gentle. She'll never be allowed to leave, be subjected and forced into - "

"I get it. Just...stop," Akari sighed, feeling a pit of sadness in his heart, "What else do you need me to do?"

As Sora continued to give his orders to the blonde, (Y/n) pieced together Sora's plan to get Yamato on a wild goose chase. This would give them more time to prepare for his arrival and put into motion some plans to assure he wouldn't be able to take her even if he tried. Apparently, the first step was to send him on the wild goose chase, the second to arrange for Akari to lend a hand in wiping away all evidence of (Y/n)'s current whereabouts or witnesses.

While this gave the blonde more information about where the girl could possibly be, he wouldn't come close enough to pinpoint her exact location. He would only have a large area in which to search in, but the city was vast, and the places she could be, enumerable. Akari would have to spend quite a lot of time and resources into attempting to find her to actually succeed. But, in case he did put in the effort, there was only one way he would cease his efforts to locate her.

"Akari," (Y/n) said, making the blonde boy let out a small squeal of excitement, "Please don't look for me. I get that you were probably very worried about me and that you blamed yourself for me disappearing, but I don't want to be found."

"Oh...," the blonde paused, his voice disappointed and full of despair, "Then, can I ask a favor in return? I'll never try to find you as long as you don't want me to, but please continue to ask favors from me. I want to be of use to you, especially if I can't see or look after you."

"I...guess that is reasonable," the girl replied, though she felt Sora's eyes on her when she agreed and they were not soft, "I'm counting on you, okay?"

"Of course! I'll do my very best, I swear on my life!"

"Don't make a mess I have to clean up," Sora said suddenly, hanging up on the blonde and leaving him to do what he was asked.

The ravenette then stood up abruptly from his chair and let out a harsh exhale, tapping his foot impatiently as he began to pace around for seemingly no reason. He then let out a smaller sigh and stopped pacing, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. As he put his hand on the wall, his head against it as well, it almost looked as though he was defeated. Yet he had no reason to think so. At least, (Y/n) didn't seem to think so.

"I told you to stop smoking," the girl said, staring at the smoke coming out of the cigarette.

"And I told you to stay out of my damn business," the ravenette replied, his tone harsh and irritated as he slammed his palm into the wall and threw his head back, almost growling at some inner conflict he possessed.

"What's wrong?" the (h/c) haired girl said, feeling her empathy overtake her once more as she put her hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense, "You were so sympathetic just a moment ago. And now you're...frustrated?"

"I don't expect your kindness. Leave me alone," he spat, pushing her away and throwing the cigarette on the ground suddenly and twisting his boot into it, crushing it before stomping away.

It seemed to convey a message to the girl as if she would be the next one crushed if she annoyed him again. And yet, it wasn't a problem of annoyance that troubled the male, she knew that much. As for what was really going on, she didn't know, but his actions seemed sudden and unpredictable, even frantic. Even as she heard him stomp away, cursing loudly for anyone to hear, that same rabic tone in his voice.

(Y/n) peeked out of the room to see if his body language read the same, but Enmei stood in front of her with a curious expression. He seemed to take note of the girl's gaze, following it until it led to Sora, at which point he gave a small hum that could be mistaken for a growl if heard a certain way. He, however, held no sign of anger or irritation towards the yakuza heir, only seeming to find it normal for the ravenette.

"I was looking for you," the grey-haired boy smiled, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I haven't been able to have you to myself since a while ago. It feels like I'm not getting enough attention."

"Actually, I was going to see Asuka," the (h/c) haired girl replied quickly, only to be grabbed by the wrist when she turned to leave.

"Have I offended you in some way?" he asked, his brows furrowed in concern and his features speaking of his worry, "If I have, I promise I never intended to. But I want to spend time with you. I don't get a lot of time to myself, so I'd like to make the most of it."

"We can spend time together," the girl paused, "With Asuka."

"She's in the gym and she's very busy," Enmei said, his features pleading with the girl to take him up on his offer, "I don't intend you any harm."

The (h/c) haired girl freed her wrist from the male's hold, making him frown further and look down in shame. She believed she made her point clear that she didn't intend on spending time with him without anyone else there. So she rushed off, eager to avoid him and his possibly hidden violent tendencies she could live without. And as she left him behind, he watched her fleeting figure, touching his neck with a sorrow in his eyes.

Though the younger girl hadn't the slightest clue where the gym was, she began to roam around, opening random doors and searching wherever she could. But, eventually, she had enough of the repetitive process and subjected herself to human company, something she rather dreaded. Walking up to a nearby girl, one she recognized as a member of Sora's harem, the younger girl gave a friendly smile.

"Excuse me," she said quietly, tapping the girl on the shoulder to get her attention, "Would you happen to know where the gym is?"

"Uh, sorry, I have to go somewhere right now," the girl said, her expression more of surprise than anything else, making the (h/c) female suspicious, "Maybe ask someone else?"

While (Y/n) wasn't aware of why the girl seemed wary of her, she didn't particularly care and it wasn't really her priority at the moment. So she remembered to think about it later, heading to the next person she saw that didn't look as though they could rip her throat out. That was easier said than done, but it wasn't long before she reached another person, this time a guy. Nothing stood out about him, he seemed perfectly ordinary, but that was what made him a great choice for the younger girl.

"Would you happen to know where the gym is?" the (h/c) haired girl asked, giving a small tilt of her head on habit, "I'm kind of lost right now."

"Oh, me?" the man said, pointing to himself with a surprised and confused look before he looked from one side to the other, "Sure. Take a left, then a right, and it's the only door on your right."

As the girl gave him a small thanks for his assistance, she skipped off to find Asuka, eager for some kind of protection and safety. To her displeasure, she felt a rough hand on her bicep, holding rather tightly. Turning back to face the man, she saw he had a curious expression on his ruggedly ordinary features. He then looked to the side, awkwardly, and moved his head from side to side before finally speaking.

"You're that new girl, ain't you?" he asked suddenly, earning a somewhat hesitant nod from her, "Count yourself lucky then that I'm a nice guy. Listen, from now on, you better avoid us guys. Rumor's gotten around and I'm guessing it's true. Virgins don't last long."

(Y/n) cocked an eyebrow and took a step back, trying to understand what the man was trying to say or how words of it had been getting around. And as she thought about it, it couldn't have been the reason the other girl avoided her. Something was amiss, and she was determined to find out what was happening. So she left the man behind to rush to the gym in hopes of finding Asuka. If anyone was able to help her in that estate, it would be the brash and outspoken orange-haired girl.

As she followed the directions the man gave her to a tee, she opened the lone door on the right side of the hallway. In doing so, she found a large area with many different exercise machines like treadmills and stationary bikes. But there was a bigger and more crowded area filled with weights, probably due to the main male majority in the room. There were also shouts and cheers, some kind of competition happening.

As (Y/n) sneaked over to peer at what the challenge was, she saw a young man, probably in his late teens, as she was. He was laying down as he desperately held up a weight, but it appeared that his arms were shaking as he did so. Then, next to him, was Asuka, holding up the same weight, but without any sign of exhaustion. And as the young boy let the weight fall to the side, there was a loud cheer, clapping for the orange-haired girl who seemed to have defeated him with ease as she put the weight on the ground.

"Not quite, bud," she chuckled, patting the defeated boy on the back, "Do a little more training and you might be able to challenge me again. I know I look like a dainty little thing, but I promise I'm a lot stronger than I look."

As people began to disperse, off to their own exercises, (Y/n) was given a great many stares that were far too personal for her liking. In fearing what would happen if she were to stay put, she all but sprinted over to Asuka and hid behind her, making the orange-haired girl chuckle at her apprehension. She then gave the younger girl a big hug and pride smile as she motioned to the weights she had been lifting.

"Impressed?" she winked, "I really do hate working out, but I'm starting to gain a few more pounds than I'd like from eating so much. It's always better when you make a game out of it, you know? Wanna join?"

Asuka led (Y/n) on a small tour of the large room dedicated to exercise, sweat, and testosterone. Apparently, it was almost never that girls came into the room. They seemed to find it embarrassing to be there, but the orange-haired girl spoke of it as if it was just a chore. She was surprisingly open about her laziness, but it wasn't as if (Y/n) had been running Olympic marathons or anything so she rather admired Asuka's strength.

"I'll teach you anything you want to know. It'll make it more motivating for me if I have someone to drag me here," she smiled wide, putting her hands on her hips and holding her head high, "I'm going to work out so hard, I'll be hungry enough for a whole pizza!"

. . .

From the most luxurious room in the entire estate resounded loud gasps and groans, mainly of the female sort. The supposed passion they were sharing wasn't particularly of love. No, it was out of need. If he'd had his choice, Sora wouldn't have chosen to take Seraphina to bed with him. If he had another option, he wouldn't have taken anyone to his bed, but, as he was, if he took out his rage in any other way, he would've ended up killing someone. And that would have only added to the amount of things he had to take care of and clean up.

He seemed almost merciless with the girl, rough and uncaring, determined to feed his own needs as selfishly as possible. But it didn't seem as though she minded. In fact, she rather welcomed the attention of the ravenette, running her hands through his hair until he smacked them away, pinning them by her head. His grip was tight, irritated, and frustrated, just like what he felt building up inside him.

"Scream my damn name already," he growled, becoming far more full of rage than he already was, "Tell me how fucking good I'm makin' you feel."

"Sora!" the navy-haired girl breathed out, gripping at his back as he hit a particularly pleasurable spot.

The ravenette withheld his pleasure, letting only a faint grunt escape his throat as he reached the most pleasure he could take. He ignored the sounds of bliss that the female under him made, rolling his eyes at it. His rage was hardly quelled, but, at the very least, it was slightly sated, and he wasn't as pent up as he was not just ten minutes prior.

So he pulled on his pants and moved his hand to grab a cigarette, only to pause and take his hand back, burying his hand in his hair as he let out an aggravated sigh. Then his phone began to ring and he let out a harsh scoff. He wasn't able to have a moment to himself, was he?

As he answered the call and held it to his ears, his mood hardly improved upon hearing the voice speaking through the phone.

"I've just heard from my advisors," the deep male voice spoke, "Your idea was satisfactory, but you clearly weren't thinking."

"I gave my reasons," Sora all but spat, clenching his fists, pushing Seraphina off of his back with disdain for touch at that moment, "We'll get caught in Echal if we pushed the slave trade there. So I offered a fuckin' solution. We don't need it for the foothold, we can sell information."

"Why must you always aim so low?" the other end of the voice sighed heavily, almost as aggravated as the ravenette was, "I've taught you better. Expand both."

"I told you, we'll get fucking caught - "

"That's what money's for. Expand both," the other end said before hanging up, leaving Sora far more full of wrath than when he first called. Far more wrath than he knew what to do with.