It was probably in the afternoon when Yamato was able to speak with (Y/n). Sora and the orange-haired mercenary had stayed over in guest rooms due to the peace talks being long and tiresome. However, he had heard they had left, and the brunette made his way to his room, intending to see the (h/c) haired girl there. What he was not expecting to see was the two he wanted out of his estate.

"Heyo," Asuka grinned, giving a wave to the brunette, "Don't mind us."

Yamato's eyebrow twitched in irritation at the sight of the two, especially with the coy looks they gave to him. He also found himself betrayed at the sight of his dogs enjoying the company of the nuisances. Tapping his foot impatiently, he was given a nervously happy look from (Y/n) as she twirled her hair around her finger. She didn't make eye contact with him, knowing how upset he was at the moment, but it still made the brunette's cheeks turn pale and pink.

Feeling his possessiveness, he pulled her up to him and held her in his arms as if she was a princess. He gave a glare to the ravenette who only let out a scoff accompanied with his confident smirk. The way Yamato showed his clear discontent prompted him to have pity for the brunette. He was clearly intimidated by Sora, the ravenette knew that much, and it only let him enjoy the sight more.

"Get out already," Yamato growled, laying down with the younger girl on his bed, his back turned to the other two.

"Aww, you threatened, Kage?" the ravenette chuckled.

Without warning, the older male laid down on the other side of (Y/n), wrapping his arms around her as he stared the brunette down. Of course, the action wasn't welcome in the slightest, met by a tug-of-war between the two competitive males. This only made them appear more childish than before, Asuka sighing at the sight, and helping the younger girl out even when the two males began yelling at her.

"You guys really don't know how to treat a girl," she explained, placing one of her hands on her right hip, "Listen, oh Great Kage, I've already made plans with (Y/n). I don't care if you come with us, but it would require going to the Gensai Group's estate. Got a problem with that?"

"A big problem! Get out of my sight and stay out!"

Yamato's threat didn't have near the intimidation factor that it typically did. The reason for this was that he went to grab something on his hip, but realized it wasn't there. It took him a while to remember he had given his katana to the (h/c) haired girl, and let out a sigh. He then grabbed it back from her and strapped it back to his hip, continuing to glare at the other two, especially Sora who gave a cocky smirk yet again. It was getting on his nerves.

"Fine," Asuka sighed, rolling her eyes, "(Y/n), you were the one who said you wanted to figure out who Enmei's mother was, didn't you?"

"Yes, we never got to the bottom of it!" the younger girl exclaimed, giving the brunette puppy dog eyes which he desperately tried to avoid looking at.

"If you really loved her, wouldn't you let her do what she wants? I mean, keeping her locked up and restrained isn't really love, is it?"

Yamato continued to grumble, starting to mumble under his breath about how his first impression of Asuka should have given away what she really wanted. Still, he couldn't deny that she had a point although he struggled with admitting it, especially when every time he tried to look up, he saw the (h/c) haired girl pleading with him. It turned his cheeks pink and he couldn't think straight, just another thing for Sora to tease him about. Strangely enough though, the ravenette didn't proceed to do so, giving a concentrated look to the younger male.

He whispered something in his ear, making Yamato tense and give the same curious look back at him, then at (Y/n) and Asuka. It was clearly something important enough to make Sora put aside his love of picking on the brunette. The two looked back at one another and narrowed their eyes before Yamato arranged a car to take them to the Gensai Group's estate. It was his way of giving permission.

The orange-haired girl was celebrating with the younger girl as the car left the driveway, making its way downtown to where the estate was. Meanwhile, Sora and Yamato sat in silence, looking out of the windows with a vague expression. Something was troubling both of their minds, so much so that they didn't give one look to (Y/n); incredibly unusual, to say the least. This didn't stop Asuka, however, enjoying having the (h/c) haired girl's attention all to herself. It was their loss anyway.

Arriving at the estate, the guards were especially tense, seeing the rival yakuza heirs walking side by side. They would throw glares at one another, making thinly veiled threats under their breaths. This completely foiled the cheerful and lively dispositions of the two girls who were skipping into the estate with Athena trailing behind them. Even walking down the hallway, the two males were shown silence, people confused as to what was happening. The slaves in the area shivered in fear at seeing "Kage".

"Girly, go do whatever it is you're gonna do with Asuka," Sora sighed, "Me and Kage here are gonna have a little chat."

The brunette trailed his eyes over to the orange-haired girl wondering if she had the motivation or means to defend (Y/n). He wasn't absolutely sure of her true intentions, and that was enough to make him pause and rethink leaving her alone. Then again, the younger girl did have a tiger accompanying her. He found it rather hard to hurt her with a beast like that around. So, reluctantly, he decided to put faith in Asuka, but not without glaring at her first, letting her know if she failed in protecting her, he would make sure to give her a just reward.

Sora gave a wink to the (h/c) haired girl and made his way up to his meeting room with the brunette, but not without the latter punching him in the gut. The ravenette repaid the favor, both males calling a temporary truce and leaving the scene. At the same time, Asuka and (Y/n) looked at one another with mischievous grins and snuck over to Sora's office. They were sure he wouldn't be there, so it was the perfect time to sneak in. While they had his permission, it made it more fun to make-believe.

The two girls giggled the whole way, but they made it into Sora's office, finding that Enmei was working hard, looking over and proofreading papers that were for the ravenette's eyes only. The grey-haired male focused very intently on doing his job, but when the two girls entered the room, he tensed. It wasn't in his knowledge that (Y/n) would be returning nor did he expect Asuka to be with her.

"Ah, good afternoon!" he said, fiddling with the papers and setting his pen down, "C-Can I do anything for you? Sora's not here right now, but I can tell him. I'm sure he'd like to see you again, (Y/n)."

"He already knows she's here," Asuka beamed, "Actually, we came to do some investigating. Can we pretty please have the computer?"

"Is it for an assignment? You know...you know I'm not allowed to let just anyone look at the computer."

The orange-haired mercenary, accompanied with the help of the (h/c) haired girl, gave puppy dog eyes. They continued to be cute, trying to be persuasive enough for him to let it slide. Again, they already had permission from Sora to have the computer, but it was more fun to use their womanly wiles. It was something that they had fun doing, especially when Enmei gave in, his cheeks faint red. He wouldn't even make eye contact with the girls when handing them the computer, looking to the side.

When they sat down together, they pulled up Enmei's profile. There wasn't much, most of it simplified, but they were determined to figure out who his mother was. They believed there had to be a trail, especially when she was paid for giving him up, or so they thought. Though the grey-haired boy didn't look over at them or intrude on what they were doing, they made sure that he couldn't see without them being able to hide the computer from him. He surely wouldn't have approved of their research. Still, they worked as hard as possible.

. . .

Sora sat down on his chair in the meeting room. Ordinarily, he only went in the room when there was something troublesome to be dealt with like when his father visited or he had to deal with his advisors. The same applied to Yamato being there, however. Though the two weren't enemies beforehand, being simple acquaintances, they were now opposed. Neither wanted to share the (h/c) haired girl or let the other have her. So the ravenette had a simple solution.

"You're asking me to go into an all out war with you," Yamato exclaimed, slamming his hands down on the table and glaring the other male down, "Do you know what that would do to the city, to our men, to (Y/n)?! It would destroy everything!"

"If that's the price of havin' her all to myself, so be it," Sora chuckled, placing his boots on the table and leaning back in his chair.

"If you really feel that way, why don't we have a one on one duel? There wouldn't be the loss of innocent lives, the city wouldn't be put in danger, and (Y/n) would be safe."

The ravenette gave a discontented sigh with the idea, rolling his eyes at the same time. He didn't seem to think that it enveloped everything that they were really fighting about. In his eyes, (Y/n) was some kind of empress, leading others in a powerful manner without the need for violence. But he and Yamato had always lived through violence, pushing down others for the sake of proving themselves. What other way would they have to solve their issue? Besides, it was fighting for someone that was worth more to them than countless amounts of lives.

"It's a show of affection," Sora explained, spinning around a pen in his hands to entertain himself, "Which one of us is willin' to go further for her, and which is more capable of overcomin' threats that come her way?"

"It's a massive waste of lives," the brunette growled, pacing around the room manically, "Say we did go through with this and we did fight, what happens next? The city will be destroyed in the process!"

"We both know we're the ones runnin' this damn city. If we wanna destroy it, it should be grateful we paid it mind. The winner gets to rebuild it with its financial power. We'll make it better than it was before, and add power to the winner's group. (Y/n)'ll be the princess in either result. Fittin' for her, don't you think?"

The brunette continued to glare at the other male, pacing back and forth without a clue of how to proceed. True, he wanted Sora, his group, and his father out of the picture, especially with the chaos they often bring. Not only that, but the plan that the ravenette proposed seemed to solve all the problems he had. (Y/n) would be safe, he would have the means and money to protect and spoil her, and his family's legacy would grow overpowered.

Still, subjecting himself and his men into a war wouldn't have been purely positive. The risks of losing were more than terrifying. Not only would (Y/n) cease to belong to him, in the hands of Sora and his damned father, but it would put his group - his family - in mortal danger. They could be killed, turned to slaves, even tortured until Sora found it suiting to subject them to worse fates.

"Winner takes all," Sora said, simplifying the process, "even the loser's life."

"There's too many loose ends," the brunette sighed, trying to buy himself more time before deciding on his answer, "Your father. If you win, you're still subject to your father, aren't you? What are you going to do to make sure he doesn't lay a finger on her?"

"Oh, you shouldn't worry about that. My old man's had a target on his back long before I was born. Let's hope I kill him before someone else gets him, huh?"

Yamato didn't stop pacing from one side of the room to the other in thoughtful contemplation. Sure, Sora seemed to want to kill his father, but what would happen if he wasn't able to kill him? He was thinking about the situation from every angle. Unlike Sora, he couldn't risk the lives of his comrades at the drop of a hat. It was a sensitive topic for him, especially when (Y/n) was at stake.

"Why go to this extreme?!" Yamato yelled, grabbing onto the pommel of his katana.

Before the brunette was able to unsheathe his sword, Sora had already focused his gun on the male. It was an even match, perhaps if they were in hand to hand combat, but as for a gun fight, the ravenette was able to outdo the brunette any day of the week. Yamato gave a growl, taking his hand off his weapon, prompting Sora to put away the handgun he held. The two were once again on the same playing field, but it didn't lower the brunette's nerves any further.

"I say we negotiate terms before I agree to this murder fest," Yamato sighed harshly, sitting down and bouncing his leg up and down as his nerves exhibited themselves.

"Alright, shoot."

. . .

Asuka and (Y/n) were still in the middle of their investigation, pulling up any leads they could. Though they had gone out of the estate a few times to see whatever else they could gather, their information was very limited. None of the people they had suspected had information on the grey-haired boy or his family, even where he had come from. It was like it was trying to be covered up by someone else.

So the orange-haired girl had the ingenious idea to refer to the slaves that Enmei grew up with. They figured that due to Enmei and Asuka's station in the estate, they would be more likely to help him out. Of course, they would be compensated for such efforts. Still, as they waded into places that the slaves worked, it seemed far too silent. They kept their heads down, refusing to make eye contact with the girls. It was clear they were terrified of being punished for doing so although the (h/c) haired girl didn't understand who would punish them.

"They're scared of Sora," Asuka explained, leaning over to whisper to the younger girl, "He used to be really harsh on slaves. It was his father's fault, but he was also frustrated about the rumors that went on about him."

"Who would start a rumor against him? Isn't that kind of like a death sentence?"

"I don't think anyone knows where it started from, but he's his father's son, you know, and Michi Gensai is...well, frankly, he's a monster. People don't seem to treat Sora differently than him even if they're not the same person. So I guess Sora inherited his reputation as well as everything else."

(Y/n) gave a sigh. She had seen the way he treated Enmei, providing for him even when he wasn't supposed to or had no obligation to. Though he may act like he was above everything, he was genuinely kind when he wanted to be. The thought that he couldn't shake his father's name off of him was almost tragic as if it had sealed the ravenette's fate. He seemed predetermined to be like his father, even if he tried to break away from it. Bearing the name "Gensai" seemed to come with more than just power and influence.

"Hey, there," Asuka said, giving a friendly smile and waving down an older boy, "Would you happen to know Enmei?"

"Yes, miss," the boy said meekly, still not looking at the older girl, "We were in the same shipment."

"Would you happen to know anything about the person that brought him in?"

"Oh...just a bit, but I don't remember it all. It's foggy. She was a very slender woman with a lot of expensive jewelry. There were diamond bracelets, rings, and necklaces, and she had an expensive gown that flowed off of her like water. Unfortunately, I don't know her name, but if I saw her again, I would be able to point her out. D-Does that help you, miss?"

The orange-haired girl gave a nod, but was disappointed there wasn't more information. She handed the older boy a little paper that had her name signed onto it. In doing so, she made sure to tell him to hold onto it for a favor whenever he wanted it. It made the younger boy beyond thrilled, thanking Asuka over and over again. He was so grateful that he brought her to others that saw the woman that brought in Enmei.

The others were keen to explain what they had seen, but it didn't provide them with nearly enough information. The girls only knew that Enmei's mother was already wealthy, skinny, and didn't say a word. Some described her as a foreigner, but that only expanded the number of people it could have been. The fact of the matter remained that the grey-haired boy's mother was a large mystery. Still, they looked and looked, scouring wherever they could while Yamato and Sora discussed their terms.