(Y/n) awoke suddenly, feeling a bump from the car she was in. Immediately, her eyes shot open and she attempted to assess her situation, only to see she had a blindfold, her hands were tied together, and could hear no sign of human life. So her only conclusion was that she was in the trunk of a car and the driver had kidnapped her from her kidnapper. How ironic. She knew there was no use in trying to open the trunk from within it, so she waited patiently.

Though the drive took quite some time, she eventually felt the car stop, and tensed, hearing voices approach the trunk. They were laughing, their words slurred, likely drunk, and quite terrifyingly, she heard a shot of a gun. There was some kind of scolding for the guy that had fired his gun, but they didn't sound serious, making (Y/n) feel quite unsafe at that moment. She didn't recognize any of the voices.

Then the trunk rose, but the blindfold on her prevented her from seeing anything although she couldn't feel any light, making her think she was in a dark and secluded place. Aside from the distant chattering of clearly drunken men and women, there was nothing. Unfortunately, it appeared that the noises became louder as she was walked over there, someone holding her over their shoulder. It was hardly comfortable.

"Oi, oi!" a random woman cheered, "They're back! I see they pulled it off!"

"Damn right, bitch," a highly confident voice spoke, appearing to come from somewhere near (Y/n), "Like Kage's got anythin' on me. Fuck him! A round of drinks on me!"

There was a sudden loud cheer, roaring coming from almost everywhere around the (h/c) haired girl as she was walked further. She couldn't tell whether she was outside or inside, barely able to make out anything within the cheering noise, becoming stronger as she was carried somewhere, only to fade a certain distance away. Then she heard a door opening and she was tossed on some kind of bed.

"Stay there for me, doll," the same confident voice said before the door was closed, obviously locked.

(Y/n) could picture a smirk on a face she couldn't place a name to, only to immediately figure it out. She knew those eyes on her were going to do something like kidnap her. It only seemed a matter of time. Thus, she wasn't as worried as she would have been without her foresight, attempting to figure out her surroundings and any means of possible escape. That was the most important thing.

She began to wriggle around, trying to loosen the rope binds that kept her from taking off the blindfold. The feat seemed difficult, but she carefully moved her legs to get her off of the bed and onto the floor, searching for something that could help to cut her restraints. She was only able to find the edge of some kind of bedside table, and it allowed her to begin sawing away at it. All while sounds in the other room escalated, cheers and whistles coming from it. It sounded like they were celebrating something, probably her capture.

As she finally made decent progress with sawing off her restraints, she tried tugging against it, only for it to remain in one piece. So she continued again, this time for a shorter period of time, but with more effort put into it. This time, it did pull apart and she was able to remove her blindfold and assess her surroundings. Shockingly, the place was spotless and far more luxurious than she imagined it. Originally, it seemed like it would be some kind of shack, but it was more like the master room of a mansion.

The room was sparkling clean, not a trace of dirt on the floor or any dust lingering about. It was a black and white color scheme, most of it white. The floors were a marbled white with grey spiraling around in each tile and the ceiling had a large chandelier in the middle of the room, glistening and radiating with sparkling crystal. The bed she had laid on was a large one with bedposts and fabric dripping down its sides in a royal fashion.

There were many different doors, leading to what (Y/n) assumed were a private bathroom, a closet, and the exit although there were far more doors than just three. She didn't have the time to investigate thoroughly, simply opening each door to see which was the exit. The first she opened was a large bath, if you could call it that. It resembled more of a pool, capable of having at least 50 people, give or take a few. The bathroom seemed almost as large as the bedroom, having multiple doors there as well.

Sighing, she closed the door and began to investigate where the door to the exit was. Luckily, it didn't take too long, as she found it on her next try. As she opened it, she was met with four large men who gave her sneering looks, chuckling at her surprise. Unlike the bodyguards Yamato had always assigned to her, these men were unkempt, their hair messy and their outfits ripped or dirtied. They didn't seem friendly, either. The (h/c) haired girl backed up, intending to slam the door, but one of the men caught it and gave a snicker.

"Come out looking for fun, darlin'?" he chuckled, stepping into the room.

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at the man, intending to fight him if she needed to. She wasn't without her defenses, but as soon as she saw the man hold up a gun with a chuckle, everything in her froze. No matter how good she was at hand to hand combat, she couldn't avoid a shot at close range. The man seemed to notice her fear and stepped forward, intending to grab at her. He clutched onto her hair and pulled it harshly, making her cry out in pain with the rough way he treated her.

He then tugged her hair, dragging her to the ground as he put his hand over her mouth. To ensure she wouldn't kick him off, he held the loaded gun to her head, making her eyes widen. She let out a sigh, trying to keep calm and figure out a way out of the situation, only for luck to come rushing in at her side. The man was harshly kicked to the floor by someone else. His head was then stomped on by a boot that began to apply pressure on the man's skull and twist into it, making the man groan out in pain.

(Y/n) looked up at the person who had done the action, only to immediately recognize him. Though they may have only met once, Yamato drowned her for it, making his face ingrained into her mind. She began to understand what kind of situation she was in. No, she wasn't grateful for his help. He would probably do worse.

"What kind of fuckin' idiot are you?" he said, stomping harder on the man's head, "Did I not tell you I was gonna be her damn first? Are you disobeyin' me?"

"No! I swear I wasn't!" the man said, fear evident in him.

"Hah? You think I'm just gonna believe that shit? Beg me to spare your pathetic life."

"Please, young master! I swear, I'll never do anything against you! I'm completely loyal!"

The supposed "young master" paused and glared down at the man, becoming progressively angrier as seconds went on. He then began to grit his teeth and stomped harder on the man's head with a grudge against him. It didn't appear that this man was going to be let off the hook so easily.

"Who the fuck are you callin' 'young master'?!" the younger male growled, slightly slurring his words, "I'm second to no one! Not my damn father, not my damn mother! No one! You have one chance to fix your fuckin' mistake!"

"Please, my lord!" the man said, "Please spare me!"

The younger male then gave the man one last stomp before kicking his stomach harshly and glaring down at him. The man then gave him thanks and rushed off, holding his stomach, clearly affected by the beatdown he'd been given. It was then that the door was closed and the other men began to laugh at the scolded man. The younger male that remained in the room then gave a groan, rubbing his temple. He was obviously drunk.

As he turned around, (Y/n) was able to gaze at his features, observing everything about him. He had messy, yet alluring, deep black hair that was cut just above where it reached his neck and grey eyes that had a hint of magenta lurking in them. He was about the same height as Yamato, perhaps a bit taller, and had the same kind of build, but those seemed to be the only similarities they possessed in appearance. He was far more mature looking, not quite a teenager, but in his early 20's.

The older male began walking in a circle around her, looking up and down as he grumbled to himself. Then he put his hands on his hips and stood up, his posture straight and rigid before he gave a laugh. (Y/n) could only assume how much he had to drink, but at the same time, it seemed like he was fairly confident in his ability to control his mouth and body. He must have been addicted.

"Hey, girly," he said, his expression becoming more confused than anything, "Kage hasn't fucked you, has he?"

"What? Of course not!" the (h/c) haired girl said, becoming uncomfortable with his forwardness and choice of language.

"But you're hot," he said again, sitting on the bed and narrowing his eyes as he looked at her once more, "Fuck, is it just me? Maybe it's the booze? Ugh, doll, rate my looks on a scale of 1 to 10."

The moment he finished his sentence, he passed out, falling onto the floor and not bothering to move himself to the bed to sleep. The girl gave an unimpressed look to the sleeping male, then a sigh as she draped the comforter from the bed onto him and slipped a pillow under his head. There was no way she would be able to escape at that point so she figured she'd wait until a better opportunity arose. She gave a yawn, and laid down on the bed, falling asleep and waiting for morning to welcome her.

Morning came easily and hearing a groan from her right, (Y/n) opened her eyes and saw the same male that she'd put the blanket on rubbing his temple. He seemed to be in pain, no doubt a hangover from drinking so much the previous night. When he stopped groaning, he finally noticed himself on the floor and looked around, only to meet the (h/c) haired girl's (e/c) pupils and give a look of confusion.

"The fuck are you?" he asked before he looked up and his eyes went wide, "Oh, wait, you're Yamato's woman. Did you push me off the damn bed?!"

"No, I believe you did that yourself," (Y/n) commented.

"Smartass, are ya?" he said, narrowing his eyes, a smirk forming on his mature features, "Well, whatever. Fuck, my damn head is killin' me! Go get me some medicine!"

"And how am I supposed to know where that's kept?" the girl scoffed, almost finding the male's state pitiful.

He gave a look of realization before slamming his fist on the bedside table, pressing a purple button while doing so. All along the table were different colored buttons, with labels beneath them. Most of them had names of some sort, making (Y/n) tilt her head in curiosity. While she stared at them, trying to figure out what they were for, the male watched her with an equally curious expression.

Then an attractive girl rushed eagerly through the doors with a wide smile. She had long white hair with purple eyes and a very curvy figure, obviously a few years older than (Y/n). The girl sat down beside the male and put her arms around him, leaning into him before he scoffed and pushed her away, annoyed. Her smile only flickered a bit, to be replaced with a look of expectancy as he began speaking.

"Go get me the shit for hangovers," the male said like it was obvious, "And make it quick!"

"Of course, master," she said, rushing out of the room.

(Y/n) ignored the matter, for the most part, and focused on the buttons, deducing that most of them were names of girls. There was also a button that had the label 'dipshit', making the girl very curious at who it was directed at. Thus, she pressed it, expecting something interesting to happen. Her attention was then stolen away as the older female came through the doors again with a bottle of something in her hands. The male grabbed it from her and began drinking it harshly, slamming it down when he finished.

"Disgustin'," he growled, wiping his mouth.

"You look very handsome today," the woman said, resting her head on his chest and drawing circles on it, "Did you call me for something special?"

"I'm always handsome," the male growled.

"Of course you are. I was only saying that seeing you when you've just woken up is a real treat, master. Will you allow me to taste you this morning?"

The male looked up as if he was considering it before he turned back to look at (Y/n) and gave a frustrated sigh. He then stood up and stretched his arms behind his back, letting out a grunt as he did so. The girl grabbed up at him, refusing to be parted from him, making him smirk out of pride. Sitting on the bed, he placed the girl on his lap and began running his hand along her thigh with a chuckle as she kissed his neck.

(Y/n) distanced herself from the two, averting her eyes from their display, uncaring if she saw or not. Instead, she remained focused on what was to happen from her pressing the button, looking to the door. Imagine her surprise when the door was practically burst open, revealing a very angry and disgruntled female. She began to walk over to the male and grabbed at his collar, shaking him back and forth.

"The fuck?!" she shouted, "Have we not agreed that you wouldn't bother me in the fucking morning, you piece of shit?!"

"Bitch!" the male shouted back, "I didn't do a damn thing!"

"And what about your drinking yesterday, dick?! You didn't do all your work, you know! You made Enmei pick up the slack! Get your ass downstairs and start working! Like hell you're gonna sit here and fuck first thing in the morning!"

(Y/n) gave a small whistle as she watched the show unravel, feeling slightly amused by it as the two bickered back and forth. The other woman seemed slightly angered by the appearance of the new female, but she did nothing to stop the two. Maybe it wasn't her place. Either way, she sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting in her own way. Meanwhile, the others began escalating their arguments, all but screaming at that point.

At this point in time, the (h/c) haired girl looked closely at the yelling female, taking careful note of her features. She had rich reddish-brown hair, more of an orange color, and yellowish-orange eyes, a confident demeanor about her. Her hair was done in a braid, flowing down her shoulder and reaching just above the middle of her waist. She had a modest figure, looking younger than the other female in the room, but far more intimidating.

"Oh yeah, smartass?!" the orange-haired girl shouted, "Then who did?!"

"The fuck would I know?" the male replied before he paused and moved to look at (Y/n) with an angered expression, "You!"

The orange-haired girl turned her attention to the (h/c) haired girl as well, before she rushed over and held (Y/n)'s hands with an eager expression. Her eyes seemed to have stars in them as she observed the girl, fascinated with her appearance. Then she pulled her into a tight hug and spun her around, laughing with joy and thrill, completely opposite from her previous behavior.

"You look just like Miyuki Ikeda from Grand Prix Girl!" the girl enthused, looking once again at (Y/n)'s appearance, "Oh, you're perfect! You have to marry me!"

"Don't you owe me an apology?!" the black-haired male barked.

"Go screw yourself, motherfucker!" the girl replied, her tone becoming calm once more as she turned back to (Y/n), "I'm talking to precious Miyuki!"

The male gave an irritated look, grabbing at the girl's hair and earning a growl from her, then a punch to the nose. He fell back, holding his now bloody nose and began another argument with the girl. (Y/n) chuckled. It was no wonder he had labeled the button that called her as such a demeaning term. At her laugh, the orange-haired girl turned around and threw her arms around her, nuzzling herself against her.

"My name is Asuka," she said, "I think we're going to get along just perfectly. I'm already in love! Oh, and that bastard over there is - "

"Sora Gensai," (Y/n) finished, "When we first met, I kicked him below the belt."