Though he was skeptical of whether or not (Y/n) would truly want to see him, Enmei didn't have much choice in the matter. Asuka began to push him down to the sublevel, grabbing the keys to the door from Sora who gave a curious look to Enmei. However, he didn't fight over it, giving the keys up without much resistance. At the same time, his phone began to ring, and he threw it across the phone, shattering it. It seemed he had enough of the blonde adventurer trying to call to ask about (Y/n).

While it made Asuka laugh, Enmei began to shiver, making her push the boy out of the room and give Sora his much-needed space. The ravenette then turned to follow the two, though he didn't go into (Y/n)'s room. Instead, he moved around in the sublevel, likely visiting another torture room. While the orange-haired female didn't question it, the grey-haired boy seemed to know where he was headed, but he didn't feel bad for the poor soul Sora was out to torture.

As Asuka inserted the key into the lock of (Y/n)'s room and opened it, she gave a pose when she entered, announcing her presence to the younger girl. Enmei stepped inside of the room as well, albeit shyly and quietly, closing the door behind him. The (h/c) haired girl looked up from the book she was reading at the time and gave a kind smile to Asuka, glad to see her carefree and energetic self.

"I brought a friend," the female sang, pointing to Enmei who lingered by the door.

The grey-haired boy's face went flush and he looked down at the ground, drawing a circle with his food on the floor. He was clearly nervous to be around the girl, not knowing how she would react. Yet she gave a calm and sweet look to him, giving him a sympathetic look. This was enough to make him come out of his shell if only slightly, and he stepped forward, giving a wave.

"I didn't think I'd see you," (Y/n) commented, earning a small wince from the boy, "Not that it isn't nice. Are you doing better?"

"Oh, yes. I recovered pretty well," he said quietly, fiddling with his sweater that covered his neck, "I, uhm, want to say sorry. I acted rather rude to you when you were just trying to get to know about me. I just don't like that part of me is all."

The boy sat down next to the girl and curled up, pressing his knees to his chest. He gave a faraway look with furrowed eyebrows, clearly in great concern or worry. Meanwhile, Asuka was refilling (Y/n)'s bag with different snacks, books, and clothes. The girl seemed intent on making sure the younger female had everything she needed. When she finished, she stayed to the side, letting Enmei have his time to speak with her.

"If you want, you can ask about me," the grey-haired boy said quietly, "About me being a slave, I mean. There's not much to tell though."

"I guess my main question would be," the girl paused, giving a concerned look, "does Sora treat you poorly?"

"No, of course not. He's only ever acted kindly to me. He didn't brand me like his father does to his slaves, and he never overworks me. I get fed, a room, clothes, and I get paid, too. It's just when his father is around that he acts as if he despises me. It's only so his father doesn't hurt me to teach him a lesson. So, no. Sora is very kind to me."

"That's good," (Y/n) sighed, putting her hand on her chest to show her relief as she exhaled, "I would have punched him if that were the case."

"Yes, well, he and Asuka are about the only ones that are kind to me, besides you, of course," Enmei frowned, hiding his face in his legs, making his glasses push up his nose, "Slaves aren't treated kindly, especially ones like me that get special treatment."

(Y/n) sighed, knowing that what he said was true. The reason he'd been roughed up in the first place was because the men picking on her turned their attention to him. And that was because he was a slave. They seemed to take enjoyment in his pathetic state even when he was only trying to help her. She couldn't imagine what others would have done, especially to a kind boy in the Gensai Group.

Not too far away from the two joining (Y/n), there were screams of agony, begging to be ended from their misery. Cuts, whips, burns, and everything in between was being done to them. Sora saw to it, personally conducting the torture. He didn't need information nor did he need them alive, only torturing them to set an example to others in the future. The ravenette would kill them, that was for sure, but first, he would give them what they deserved. All the while, he ensured they were tortured in a soundproof room, not wanting (Y/n) or Enmei to hear.

There were a total of five men being tortured via Sora's request. He had two other torturers in the room with him, but he was conducting most of the torture. A blank face was on his features as the men screamed out in pain, begging him to stop or end it all, but he wouldn't give him the pleasure. He was entirely numb to violence, and their pleas wouldn't work on him after what they had done. In the midst of cutting open one of the men's stomachs, Sora gave a huff and watched as the man howled from the slow drag of the heated, serrated knife, his cries muffled by the spiked gag shoved in his mouth.

"You like testin' your luck, don't ya?" the ravenette spat, ensuring the process of torture was unbearable, "Want to tell me again what you did?"

As the man tried to speak to defend himself, the spiked gag made him bleed, impaling the roof of his mouth and his cheeks to a point where he let out another muffled scream of agony. At this, Sora smirked and continued to cut open the man's stomach, prompting more and more howls, ensuring they suffered relentlessly. The others looked on in fear, knowing how they would be the next to face the yakuza heir's wrath.

"I'll tell you what you fucking did!" the ravenette growled, gritting his teeth as he watched the blood spill out of the man's body, "Not only did you have the damn idea to lay a hand on (Y/n), you actually fucking tried it! The first day I got her, what the fuck did I tell you dumbasses?!"

Sora grabbed the spiked gag from the man's mouth, ripping his skin along as he tugged it out, forcing tears to fall from his victim's eyes from the sheer misery. As the ravenette looked down at the man, expecting an answer, he opened his bleeding mouth, trying to force the words out. His tonsils were bloody, ensuring that when he did get some words out of his throat, it sounded gargled and highly distorted.

"You said," he said, choking on his own blood, "she was yours to take."

"So what gave you the damn idea to try and take her yourself?!" Sora growled, putting gloves on himself before tearing apart the skin of the man's abdomen, "but that wasn't enough for you creeps, was it? No, you had to beat her down, render her unconscious, and torture Enmei for your own personal enjoyment! So...to you dumbasses that think you are beyond my wrath, I'm giving you back the torture you gave him, a hundred-fold."

The man was beginning to lose consciousness, so the ravenette adjusted the table to where it leaned down so his blood rushed to his head. This would ensure that he would be alive longer, allowing more torture to commence. Sora seemed done with the man, allowing the torturers to burn or scald him with hot irons or coals, whatever they wished as long as it was cruel and made them regret what they had done. The ravenette wouldn't let anyone get away with disobeying him or hurting those he held near and dear to his heart.

. . .

By the time that Enmei and Asuka had caught up with the (h/c) haired girl, she had expressed her exhaustion and her want to sleep. In accordance with her wishes, the two said goodbye and told her they would visit again soon. (Y/n) gave a weak smile and laid down, pulling the blanket Asuka had given her over her and resting on the pillow, closing her eyes. As the door closed behind them, the orange-haired girl reluctantly locked the door and left with Enmei, escorting him back to Sora's office.

Time had passed and night flew by, allowing the (h/c) haired girl to have a peaceful night's sleep. She didn't have the luxury of waking up to the sun shining in her room as there were no windows, the only source of light coming from the barred window on the door. She didn't mind it, but the noise coming from other people in different cells disturbed her every now and then, though she had music to listen to, courtesy of Asuka. It blocked out that noise, letting her sleep without issue.

When she woke, she sat up and stretched her arms over her head, giving a timid yawn. There were no visitors in her cell, but she heard the knock of the metal door, and watched as it opened, seeing Sora walk in with a tray of food in his hands. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, but he was dressed nicely, a suit and tie tucked in and wrinkle-free. He also had a gun at his side, likely for self-defense, and a gold watch. It seemed the ravenette was dressed to impress.

"Good mornin', doll," he smiled, presenting the tray of food in front of her, "Hope you're hungry."

The ravenette sat down next to the sleepy girl, watching as she rubbed at her eyes with a small yawn. She could barely keep her eyes open, leaning on the male's shoulder as she looked at the meal he held. It was clearly luxurious, but it was more than that. It appeared far too much for one person to eat. So when the ravenette began to eat some strawberries, she determined he was eating with her, trying to maximize his time with her. The girl believed the day in front of him was packed.

"You should eat somethin'," he smiled softly, placing a raspberry to her lips.

To his surprise, the girl ate it, almost eating his fingers. She nibbled at it, chewing tiredly before she swallowed it and let out another yawn. Sora didn't know why, but he tensed at it, feeling his cheeks become far warmer than usual. Though the girl was tired, she made the effort to move into the male's chest and curled up on his lap, finding him to be extremely warm. He moved the tray to the side and observed the girl, nervous to move further.

"What are you doing?" he asked, putting his hands awkwardly in the air, not knowing where to put them, "(Y/n) wake up. I don't like this. I feel fucking weird."

Though he made reasons for why he didn't want her to absorb his heat in the cold room, she didn't move, falling back into sleep. He made an embarrassed noise and then looked to the side, grabbing the coffee from the tray. Moving the girl up, she made a groggy noise, but moved as he made her to. She then felt a ceramic feeling on her lips and was surprised when she was given coffee.

The (h/c) haired girl grabbed at the cup and drank it slowly, letting out a hum as she did so. Sora watched her curiously, observing as she tilted her head from side to side. Strangely enough, he felt great concern when she did that, jolting his hand up to stop her from falling to the ground. It made him feel embarrassed when she only tilted it the other way. Nonetheless, it didn't stop him from doing it again, cursing when he did it unintentionally.

"Are you up yet?" he asked, grabbing some bacon and munching on it, "I have a feelin' when you fully wake up, you're gonna hit me. You are sittin' on my lap like a child, after all."

(Y/n) gave a monotone hum and moved to the side, off of him all while slowly drinking the coffee he'd given her. It took her quite some time before she fully woke up, at which point, she finished off the coffee, the caffeine forcing her to start the day. Then she began to eat the Belgium waffles drizzled with chocolate, smiling as the pleasant taste hit her tongue. Sora gave an awkward cough as he watched her and looked to the side when she gazed back at him to see what he was doing.

"Alright, girly," the ravenette sighed, "I don't mean to rush ya, but are you gonna tell me who helped you?"

The (h/c) haired girl didn't respond, munching away at the waffles. The ravenette let out a gruff sigh and threw his head back, continuing to eat his breakfast with her. Despite the fact she was frustrating him, he found her company to be comforting. He quite liked the way she responded to food or to a book, and especially so when he began to poke her cheek. It was like she was a cat the way she threatened to bite at him. If he weren't so stubborn, he would have thought she was cute.

"Well, if you're not gonna tell me, I'll see you later," Sora said, standing up and taking the tray with him, "But if you ever do want to tell me, all you gotta do is tell the guards and they'll come get me for you. See ya, girly."

The ravenette left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the girl to continue reading where she left off the day previously. Considering she didn't have much else to do, she amused herself with listening to music and reading, immersing herself completely. It was oddly peaceful to be alone without having to do much although she would have greatly preferred her freedom.

That being said, she didn't have to give in to what Sora wanted. It wasn't like he would kill her when he still needed her for his plans with Yamato. From what she could decipher, he just wanted to show the brunette he had something over him and offer her as a trade for something. As for what, she couldn't tell, but the ravenette seemed intent on keeping her safe and sound.

The day progressed with her amusing herself with the things Asuka had brought her, including building a blanket fort. Though it was quite lame, only consisting of the blanket hanging off the table to create an overhead of a blanket shelter, she was amused with what she had, but she longed to go outside again. That being said, she had the patience to wait it out until Sora gave in and set her free.

Of course, she wouldn't have lasted much longer. Before she had anticipated Sora to come in to give her dinner for the day, the door opened, and the (h/c) haired girl popped her head up from the make-shift blanket fort. However, instead of seeing the familiar set of strangely attractive unkempt hair, she was greeted with an unfamiliar person equipped with a terrifying mask. She didn't know who the intruder was, and she backed away as far as she could go, eventually running into the wall.

(Y/n) didn't know where the guards had gone, but judging by the fact they weren't coming to her aid, she suspected that the masked figure had taken them out. Scared, she began to panic, calling out for Sora or Asuka, but the masked figure only walked forward with a bloodied knife in his hands, insinuating it had been used. Her eyes shrank in terror and the figure began running towards her, making her scream out in fear.

Then there was a boom, echoing through the room, the sound of a gun ringing in the (h/c) haired girl's ears. When she took her eyes off the fallen body of the masked figure, she looked up to see Sora with ragged breath, his shoulders heaving up and down and a flash of orange hair. Instantly, she was enveloped in a large hug, comforted by Asuka who seemed to shake in fear.

Sora sheathed his gun away and flipped over the dead body of the intruder, examining it before shaking his head, telling the others he didn't recognize it. (Y/n) held a stoic and unmoving gaze at the dead body, not showing any sign of fear, shock taking hold over her and preventing her from breaking down in tears. At this, the ravenette took as a sign to stay back, trying to prevent her from being frightened more by an approaching figure.

"Listen, doll, you can't tell me I'm crazy now," he said, furrowing his eyebrow as he kicked the dead body in disgust, "Someone is tryin' to silence you. You gotta tell me who helped you or they'll try this again. C'mon, babe."

(Y/n) didn't say a thing, looking back down at the dead body at tensing. Noticing her reaction, Asuka tucked her head into her neck and stroked her back, trying to calm her down. To ensure she would feel safer, she turned her around so she faced the wall, making it so the younger girl was unable to see the corpse in the room. It wasn't long before guards entered the room and disposed of the body, putting it in another room to find out who it was at a later time.

"Girly, I don't want anyone to hurt you," Sora continued, continuing to keep her distance, "And I certainly don't want anyone else to hurt you. Just help me out here and I can protect you."

The (h/c) haired girl looked down once more, contemplating whether or not to give Sora the information. The way he spoke was sincere, clearly begging her to let him help her, but she had a feeling that told her the situation wasn't as it seemed. That being said, the sheer shock in her forced her to tell the male, and she walked towards him, tugging at his suit. He looked down, an unmoving look on his face as she told him who was responsible.