The morning had come again, the light shining through the windows of the five-star hotel. It was far too much for anyone to ignore, even Yamato, who preferred sleeping in more than eating breakfast. Still, (Y/n) was the first one to wake up, giving a yawn and stretching her arms over her head. As she got dressed for the day, she walked out of her room in the suite and saw the ravenette shivering on the couch.

Sora clutched at his arms, his eyes dilated, and his breath ragged, not fully aware of his surroundings. He mumbled under his breath, repeating the same thing every time, but it wasn't something that anyone could have deciphered. Bags under his eyes gave away he hadn't slept, prompting the (h/c) haired girl to worry about his well being. She stepped forward, making his eyes snap to her and then soften before narrowing again and looking down. It didn't change much that she was there. In fact, it only served to make it worse.

"Sora?" (Y/n) asked, placing her hand on his cheek reassuringly.

The male's eyes returned to their natural state and he seemed to be content, but the opposite was true. He paused, taking in her presence and the feeling of her touch and let a grin spread from one cheek to the other, but it wasn't the same as it normally was. The look was different, lacking the amount of confidence he usually possessed, replaced with an almost desperate aura as if he was grasping at straws.

"Doll," he said suddenly, pulling her closer and leaning into the hand she had placed on his cheek, "A hundred thousand."

"Huh? I, uh, don't understand," the younger girl asked, becoming cautious of his strange behavior, "A hundred thousand of what?"

"A kiss," the male almost whined, "I want a kiss. I'll pay you a hundred thousand."

(Y/n) was taken aback by the ravenette's strange state of being, attempting to take a step back if it were not for him pulling her into his arms. He gave a conflicted look, then a worried look, and finally a concerned look. While all similar, they seemed to invoke different expressions from him, not one the same as the previous. His eyes darted from staring into hers to the ceiling and then back again as if checking for an answer.

"That's...flattering," the younger girl spoke in a quiet and calming voice, trying to break away from the male's grasp, "but I'm not for sale."

"Ten million," Sora growled, grabbing the back of her neck and bringing it closer to him, almost suffocating her with the amount of force he was using without his understanding.

If he'd known he was crushing her with his raw strength, he would have immediately remedied his mistake and kissed where he'd hurt her. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the state of mind to recognize anything but the feeling of despair making him crumble and tearing apart his personality piece by piece. He could only focus on the searing pain that ripped his sense of perception from his sense of understanding.

"Sora, please, I don't want to be paid for doing things like that," (Y/n) whimpered She felt the male's grip on her loosen before he pressed his thumb sloppily to her lips. 

He didn't quite connect his touch with clear maneuverability. It seemed his eyes didn't connect to his hand or fingers with the right amount of connection which made as much sense as the rest of him at the given point in time. The ravenette bit down harshly on his lip, making it bleed to the point where it was extremely noticeable, trailing down his jaw and his neck although he didn't seem to register it.

"Then words," he spat out, talking rapidly to showcase his depravity, "A hundred thousand for a few words. Tell me you want me. Say my name. Give me that little smile you always have. Just for me."

Though the ravenette was not aware of it, he began squeezing tighter on the back of the younger girl's neck. It cut off her circulation, her airflow, and made her shiver in fear. Sora bit down on his lip the more pressure he placed on her, bleeding him more than any sane person would have let carry on. They were both experiencing his insanity emerging at the thought of failure and the risk associated with it.

"I want you, Sora," the girl blurted out, putting on a nervous smile.

Instantly, the male's expression, mood, aura, and internal thoughts completely changed. The tension in the atmosphere vanished, replaced by the luxurious sight of the five star hotel. No trace of the fear that had been inside both Sora or (Y/n) vanished without a trace. And yet, the ravenette held a confident smirk and pressed his lips to the girl's forehead, letting out a scoff of some sort.

"Of course you do, doll," the male boasted, placing her hands on his chest and relaxing on the couch, "I have a giant harem for a reason."

The ravenette gave a contemplative look and then gazed into the (h/c) haired girl's eyes with a smile. His cheeks turned pink and he placed his hand gently on her cheek, pulling her in softly, much more intune with his body, and his strength for that matter. The caring look he had in his eyes was so different than the darkness behind it just a moment beforehand, and (Y/n) couldn't help but stare deeply into his eyes. They held a boring color such as grey, but magenta sparkled through them. She'd seen them before, but not like that.

"You like my eyes, do ya?" he chuckled lightly, "I get that a lot. They're unique, but that's all I can say about them."

"I think they're stunning," the younger girl said, leaning closer to get a better look at them, prompting the ravenette's smile to soften and become filled with meaning, "It's like some kind of light in the darkness or a beautiful flower. They're captivating."

Sora's face became red, seemingly out of embarrassment, which wasn't something he was subjected to very often. He didn't mind it; however, when the (h/c) haired girl was buttering up his ego, something he found particularly enticing. The pure way she spoke her mind without anything hindering it even furthered his pride. She was so close to him, studying his eyes and taking in everything that they were, comparing it to things so beautiful. He couldn't help but catch her lips in his.

The kiss itself was short and sweet, even if he'd wanted to put more passion into it. The ravenette certainly didn't want to scare her away with his lusting nature, so he tried to make himself tame for her. That being said, it didn't stop him from showing his affection and desire for her in the kiss, and after it when he caressed her cheek. He was so full of love that his heart was beating faster and faster with every moment he had her in his arms.

"I really don't wanna leave," the ravenette groaned, "Damn, I love you."

The door to the room opened and revealed some employees of the hotel, prepping the room for a private breakfast for them. They were silent while doing so, but Sora couldn't help but feel a jealous feeling overcome him. It was like everyone was trying to steal a glance at the (h/c) haired girl. He hugged her tighter, possessively and protectively, trying to shield her from everyone's eyes. The ravenette couldn't stand the fact that others could look at her.

"Do me a favor, girly? Just lay against me like this."

Sora gave a soft sigh as he laid down, positioning the girl to lay on his chest. It was soft and comfortable, and he could easily protect her. At the thought, the male gave a quiet chuckle and slung his arm around her waist, rubbing his thumb around her waist, drawing circles in a comforting manner. He rather enjoyed the little sighs she would give when he would do that, feeling the pride swelling inside his heart.

Unfortunately, he didn't get as much time with her as he would have liked, the brunette and orange-haired girl coming into the room. Though Yamato was still sleepy, he was immediately woken up at the sight of the (h/c) haired girl in Sora's embrace. He growled, giving a scoff and then tapping his foot in irritation. Thus, he took her in his arms and gave a scowl to the older male, taking the younger girl to the table to eat breakfast.

The younger girl gave a chuckle at the way Yamato peppered her face with kisses, his soft smile still filled with bashfulnees. He was simply overwhelmed with the amount of belonging he felt when she was in his arms. The brunette held her as close as possible before he placed her down at the table, placing a blueberry muffin in her mouth. She smiled and began munching on it, her cheeks warm and red. While she ate, Yamato began brushing her hair gently, feeling her soft strands of hair flow through his fingers.

"I'm going to miss you," the brunette admitted, resting his head on the younger girl's, "You'll stay safe for me, won't you? Stay away from other people, make sure you lock the door, don't stray too far without anyone with you - "

"I'm not a little girl, Yamato," (Y/n) reminded him, "I can take care of myself."

"What if someone attacks you?"

"I've been doing judo since I was five years old, and I could hold my own against you and Sora. I'll be able to use self-defense."

"What if you're lost?"

"I'll just find someone near me and ask them for help."

"What if - "

Before the brunette could ramble on about something else that could happen or his objection with her ideas, the younger girl pressed her lips on his. Immediately, he shut his mouth and leaned into her, giving a contented sigh as he placed his hand on her back, holding her closer to him. The point was to go deeper into the kiss, but she pulled back and stuck her tongue out at him, his cheeks going bright red.

"I'll be perfectly fine," she reassured him.

"If I find a scratch on you, I won't ever let anyone else near you," the brunette frowned, his eyebrows turning up in concern, "I mean it. I hate not being there to protect you in person...Maybe I should send you guards just in case."

"I'll be perfectly fine," the younger girl repeated, giggling at the utter concern the male had with leaving her.

Yamato gave a relieved sigh and hugged the girl to thank her for making him more relieved. Though his worries weren't entirely erased, her promise to be safe for him overtook those worries, giving him a sense of serenity. And the hug he enjoyed with her only amplified the effect she had on him. Everything he wanted was in his arms, and though he was risking it all, the ability to say goodbye was letting him calm his nerves.

The brunette gave a sigh and made his way to the door anxiously as Sora said his goodbyes. The older male kept things quick, stealing a kiss from her lips and rubbing her head, messing up the hair that Yamato had just brushed. He leaned close to her ears and gave a sultry chuckle, his chest pushing into her back to make sure she truly felt his presence. The ravenette then spoke softly, caressing her cheek as he did so.

"Feel free to miss me, girly, but I'll be back like nothin' happened at all. And when I come back, I'll officially make you my woman."

The girl was shocked by his words, but didn't get the chance to ask him what he meant or why he made such a choice. The ravenette simply chuckled, stole another kiss from her, and made his way to the door where Yamato was. The brunette gave a soft smile to her while the ravenette smirked, but when they left, one thing was for sure. The moment they left, it was unlikely that more than one would return.

. . .

As part of the deal with Yamato, Sora was required to get rid of his father. Though he hadn't seen the man in over two years, he was on his doorstep, being escorted inside the enormous manor by slaves. The estate itself was at least five times as grand as the Gensai Group's main base as it was a private home for Michi Gensai himself. It was located on a private island that had to be reached by helicopter or boat, hundreds of miles off the mainland of Afrua, a country thousands of miles from Athain where the Gensai Group's main base was.

It was a tropical place, sunny, warm, and humid, the overly clear water of the beach matching with its white sand. There were numerous statues and overly luxurious decorations in the front yard matched with jewels and precious metals. It seemed just like the famed Michi Gensai to have terribly materialistic things while surrounded by unpaid and poorly treated slaves. Sora found himself disgusted at the thought. Being related to him would have never been his choice no matter the circumstance.

The ravenette made himself inside the estate. The manor was more luxurious than it was outside, multiple millions in decor alone besides the amenities of the estate and its vast amount of rooms. And yet, despite all the room that there was, the man still refused to give his slaves a hospitable environment to sleep in. Again, Sora was disgusted and filled with rage, but he wouldn't let anyone suffer by his hand after that day.

As Sora opened the door to his father's room, he found the man surrounded with young women, some younger than the ravenette, himself. It was an atrocious sight, especially when some of them were younger than (Y/n). They were underage, as it were, but Michi Gensai was far too uncaring to pay attention to laws. The women were all slaves, collars around their necks and brands that had been seared into their skin with burning irons. Most were battered and bruised, cuts and bruises clear on all parts of their body, especially their necks were he likely choked them until they passed out. The man was a hardcore sadist, after all.

Michi Gensai didn't spare a glance at his son, too enamored with the girls that were entertaining him. He didn't have the decency to stop "enjoying himself" when Sora was there, even going so far as to grab some of the girls in incredibly inappropriate locations. The only thing that stopped him from continuing as he wished was when the younger male whistled innocently then pushed off an expensive vase from a table, shattering it.

"Lovely," the male's father sighed harshly, "What brings you here? Have you already messed everything up?"

"I just wanted to give you my words of gratitude, dearest father," Sora said with a honey tone, earning a scowl from the man in front of him, "Yeah, yeah, I'll cut the crap. I'm here to give you a piece of my mind."

As the man raised an eyebrow, the younger male tried to calm his nerves. There was a reason he'd never gone against his father even when he so desperately wanted to. His father had more than just money going for him. No, the man was a genius at fighting, able to surround his enemies with tactics, not to mention the vast network of people he could have fight for him so he didn't have to get his hands dirty.

"You said some things I'm gonna need you to take back," the ravenette said, a hate filled glance directed at the man.

"Unlikely," he huffed, turning his gaze back to the women before him.

"See, I'm not really fond of the threats you made the last time we had a talk. You promised that you would fuck my girly in front of me. I haven't been able to get that image out of my mind. My pure, innocent, perfect woman ravaged by your disgustingly tainted hands. She's out of your league, old man, so you're gonna revoke that threat, yeah?"

"I find your childish demands to be so tiring. I'd prefer to use my energy for better things. You may make your way off of my property."

"Fine, then you're gonna love what else I have to say. I've made an ultimatum with Kage. We'll be goin' into war. The loser's group belongs to the winner and the city is rebuilt to give us intense financial power. And the life of the loser is extinguished by the winner's hand. Happy, bastard?"

Sora's father smirked, but it wasn't one that could tell whether or not he was happy by the proposal or disappointed. Sure, he would have killed his son if he lost the fight as his group. His money, his power, everything would vanish. However, in the event that Sora won, he would be able to acquire more than what he had, perhaps be able to control the entire nation of Athain. It was an increasingly tempting jackpot, but Sora would never let his father enjoy it.

As Michi Gensai closed his eyes in thoughtful contemplation, the ravenette motioned for the girls around him to move. They did so slowly, trying not to attract his attention. And when the man opened his eyes again, Sora was standing much closer to him, giving an overly confident smirk. A gun was pressed to his temple, making it difficult for him to escape without confronting the younger male, but it wouldn't be that easy for Sora to kill him.

It wasn't long before guards came rushing in the room, aiming their guns at Sora and preparing to shoot. It was incredibly stupid for the ravenette to not have killed the man when he could. Michi Gensai rolled his eyes at his son for that fact. He would have expected more from the boy, but it didn't necessarily surprise him, however. That being said, Sora knew the guards would come in perfectly well.

At the way the ravenette looked to the side, the male's father made his move, kicking the gun out of the boy's hand. It flew across the room, spinning as it stopped scooting across the ground. The older man launched at his son, throwing a harsh punch that made the ravenette's jaw become sore. Sora stared down at the ground on his hands and knees, spitting out some blood and then wiping his mouth.

The younger male gave a growl and stood up as he chuckled menacingly. His father only crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. Yet the younger male launched at him and threw a fist before reaching to snap his wrist. The man roared out in pain, but Sora held him in a firm lock, refusing to let him go, only slowly continuing to break the bones in his arm at a torturous rate. His father turned to the guards, but watched as smiles spread across their faces. Suddenly, Michi Gensai wasn't so confident.

"Your time is up, old man," Sora chuckled, his tone becoming dark and sadistic, "Not a person here wants you to live. Remind me of your allies again?"

"Enough of this, boy!" the man growled.

"I know a fun game we can play. I've been plannin' your murder since I was five, old man, and I came up with the perfect way to do it. I'm gonna tie you to this bedpost and call in everyone that has a grudge with you. Let's see how many punches, stabs, and shots you get put together! Oh, but don't worry, even if you're dead, we won't stop until we're done. Consider this a corporal and capital punishment for even thinkin' you could touch my girly! So...shall we begin, dear father?"