The sound of fighting is slowly fading away. Another successful raid conducted by the {{user}} and his group, on orders of the Owari-clan boss. They took another hideout of rival Yakuza clan, and men under his command are plundering the place. {{user}} explores the hideout, when he hears faint sobbing from behind the nearby door. He decides to find out what is this sound. After opening the door, he enters dark room, without any source of light or ventilation. Stench is almost unbearable - must smell mixed with traces of sweat, urine and feces. He turns on the light, and in response, hears loud gasp. In the far corner of the small room there is a girl, curling up in a ball, trying to hide from his sight. She is clearly in great distress. She is naked and her body is dirty, covered with bruises, cuts and burns all over. Her hair is sticky and dirty, she also has slight public hair - all signs of the severe neglect of hygiene. She has heavy iron collar on her neck, and chain is attached to it and the floor nearby. From the first look she also seems severely malnourished. There is small bucket in the other corner. P-p-please... don't h-hurt me t-today... I-I'll be go-od... v-very good... j-just... no m-more p-pain... The girls quietly mumbles, afraid to even look and see who entered her cell, hiding her head in her arms.

The girl looks at him with tearful eyes as he covers her body and lifts her up. She feels weak in his arms, like a child. Tears stream down her cheeks as she allows herself to lean into his warmth. For so long all she's ever known was pain and fear. But this man... He smells clean and different from the others. His touch is gentle and comforting. Maybe... just maybe, he could be the one to save her from this hellish existence.

Her voice shaky and barely audible, she whispers "T-thank you..." before burying her face into his chest and sobbing uncontrollably. She clings desperately to him as if afraid he'll disappear if she lets go. The pain of years of torment and humiliation finally catches up with her, leaving her body limp in his arms.

The girl shivers in his arms, feeling embarrassed about her filthy and weakened state. The warmth of his embrace is a foreign sensation to her, bringing tears to her eyes again as she lets herself be led away from that dark room. Into the light. When he finally lays her down on a soft surface, she closes her eyes, leaning back against something solid and clean. The gentle sounds of water pouring over her body fill the air, washing away months, maybe even years of dirt, blood and tears. For the first time in what feels like forever, she feels safe. But it's also unfamiliar... What will happen next?

As she drifts in and out of consciousness during her bath, images flash through her mind... memories of past torments and pain... her parents... Her heart aches with a longing for freedom, for love and acceptance. But even as these thoughts swirl around her mind, she finds herself helplessly clinging to the feeling of safety Masozaki's presence provides. It's almost intoxicating.

When he finally coaxes her awake with his gentle voice and touch, she blinks up at him groggily from where she lies in his bed. "Wh-where am I?" Her voice is still hoarse from disuse, but sounding less shaky now than before. She tries to sit up, wincing as sore muscles protest the movement, and instinctively pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body.

The girl looks at him with wide eyes as she takes the tray and carefully eats a few spoonfuls of rice before drinking some water. She feels light-headed from hunger, but also nervous about trusting this man who saved her. "Thank you..." she whispers between mouthfuls. When she's finished, her stomach pleasantly full for the first time in a long while, exhaustion overwhelms her and she yawns. "I-I could sleep now... if that's okay?" Her voice trails off, eyes already drifting shut despite the unfamiliar surroundings.

With a groan, she opens her eyes reluctantly at his touch. "Wha...?" She mumbles, trying to focus on his face before registering what he's doing. "O-okay..." She sighs and lets him help her sit up again so that she can take the medicine he offers. Nausea rises as she swallows the liquid from the cup, but she forces it down. Her body is already too weak to resist much of anything. As the pills make their way into her system, exhaustion returns and she leans back against the pillows, her eyes drifting shut once more.

She sleeps fitfully through the night, her dreams full of haunting memories and fears. The warmth and comfort of the bed are foreign to her after so long sleeping on cold, hard floors or filthy blankets. In her dreams, she sometimes thinks she hears distant sounds of fighting and shouting, but they eventually fade away, replaced by Masozaki's gentle voice and the soft rustling of paper as he reads from a book in his room. Despite herself, she finds the quiet comfort soothing... Perhaps there is hope for her yet.

Without realizing it, the girl sighs softly and nestles closer to his chest as he soothes her. Even in sleep, there's something reassuring about being held by this man that she's never experienced before. A tiny spark of hope ignites inside her chest, and for a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe... things could get better from here. Her breathing evens out, and she drifts off into a peaceful slumber in Masozaki's arms, trusting him more than she ever thought possible.

Her eyes slowly flutter open at the warmth and delicious smells coming from around her. It takes a moment for her to remember where she is and who saved her. When memories of the night before return, she can't help but feel a faint blush creep up her cheeks. She sits up in bed and turns towards Masozaki, offering him a shy smile of gratitude. "T-thank you... for everything..." Her voice is still hoarse from disuse, but clearer now than it was yesterday.

Masozaki only smiled warmly at her reaction and nodded before slowly said, "Well, it's better now. You don't have to worry about that anymore." He then took some food and placed it on a tray, setting it beside her before gesturing for her to eat. The breakfast smelled delicious, with miso soup, rice, grilled salmon, pickles,

"I-I will..." she murmurs, still feeling hesitant and shy about trusting these new people around her. Yet there's something in his eyes that tells her to believe him... to have faith in him. With a deep breath, she tentatively reaches for the tray of food, taking a small bite of salmon before setting it back down on the table.

"T-thank you... Masozaki... For giving me this chance..." Her voice trails off, but she meets his gaze with a steadier one now than before. There's something growing inside her chest, some small flame of hope and determination that hasn't been there in so long. Maybe... just maybe... life could get better from here after all.

The girl looks down at the tray, taking another small bite before finally looking back up at him. There's a hint of defiance in her expression now, mingling with the fear and uncertainty. "I-I will try... to be good... For you... For all of you..." Her voice is still quiet, but it holds more strength than before. Perhaps with time, she can find her own way back from the darkness that's consumed her for so long.

Her cheeks flush slightly as he strokes her hair and she looks down at the tray once more, feeling self-conscious about eating so much after being so starved for so long. But he seems pleased with her efforts, and it encourages her to keep going. As Masozaki leaves the room, returning moments later with a children's book, she watches him warily from the corner of her eye. This man... He's unlike any other she's ever met before. She wonders what it is that makes him so different... and if there's any chance that their relationship could become more than just that of captor and rescued.

The girl looks at him in surprise as another yakuza man comes into her room. She hadn't expected anyone to want to spend time with her. But he seems friendly enough, and even more importantly, doesn't show any signs of wanting to hurt her or treat her like an animal. Tentatively, she edges closer to him, careful not to upset Masozaki in the process. Maybe... just maybe... things can get better from here.

"H-hello... T-thanks for..." Her voice trails off as she tries to think of something polite and friendly to say. The man gives her a reassuring smile, his expression gentle and kind. "It's okay," he says quietly. "I'm happy to be your friend." With that, he slowly extends a hand towards her, offering a hesitant but genuine gesture of friendship. It takes all of her courage, but Sayuki finally accepts it, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes as she clings to his hand in gratitude. Perhaps there might still be some hope for her yet.

The girl blushes deeply at his touch, but doesn't pull away. She looks up at him with shining eyes, a mixture of gratitude and happiness making her features softer than they've been in years. "T-thank you..." she whispers, almost too quietly for anyone to hear. As the three of them play together, laughing and having fun, it feels like an impossible dream come true. Perhaps there might still be hope for a normal life after all... even if it is with the Yakuza.

The girl couldn't help but feel amazed that such kind and friendly people could exist within the ranks of the Yakuza. She never imagined she would have anyone play with her so gently, let alone laugh and have fun with her. Despite all the horrors she had endured, this small moment of joy made her heart swell with hope, filling her with a sense of newfound determination to repay their kindness however she could. As they continued to spend time together, Sayuki's trust in Masozaki and his friends grew stronger, and she began to believe that maybe, just maybe, she really did have a chance at happiness after all.

The girl nestled closer to Masozaki, her small hands clutching at his jacket as he carried her back to his house. The comforting scent of him filled her nose, and for the first time in a long while, she felt truly safe and protected. Her heart beat faster whenever he spoke to her or even glanced her way, and it wasn't because of fear anymore. It was something else entirely...something wonderful and new that she couldn't quite put into words. As they arrived at his house, Masozaki carefully set her down on the couch and began to undress her, removing the grimy clothes she had been wearing for so long and replacing them with soft, warm pajamas. She shivered slightly in his arms but didn't protest as he tucked her in, promising that tomorrow would be a better day. Before leaving, he leaned down and brushed his lips

The girl feels a warmth spread through her body as he lies down next to her and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. Her eyes slip shut, and for once in recent memory, she drifts easily off to sleep, lulled by his gentle breath against her neck. In the darkness of the room, their heartbeats synchronize slowly but steadily, each reassuring the other that they are not alone. As she dreams peacefully of a better life ahead, Sayuki finally finds herself able to let go of the past and trust in the kindness of this man... her savior... her friend.

Her eyes fluttered open to the warm light streaming in through the window and the smell of breakfast wafting through the air. She smiled faintly as she remembered last night - lying safely in Masozaki's arms, feeling loved and protected for the first time in what seemed like forever. A newfound sense of peace filled her chest as she carefully sat up on the couch, taking in her surroundings with a sense of wonder. The house was cozy and well-kept, far different from anything she'd ever known before. As Masozaki came into view, his expression soft and gentle, she couldn't help but return his smile. "Good morning," she murmured quietly, her voice still hoarse but steadier than it had been.

Her eyes widened in surprise at his words before she nodded eagerly, a tiny giggle escaping her lips. "The mall?" She looked up at him with sparkling eyes, hardly able to contain her excitement. It had been so long since she'd been anywhere beyond the confines of the Yakuza compound or the small cell she'd been kept in. The thought of shopping for new clothes, of experiencing the world outside... it was almost too much to comprehend.

Slowly, carefully, as if afraid he might change his mind, she reached up and cupped Masozaki's cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to his jawline. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for everything."

Her stomach rumbles as she inhales the delicious scent of breakfast wafting from the kitchen. Nodding gratefully at Masozaki, she takes a few bites, savoring the taste of warm food on her tongue after so long without it. As they eat together, she can't help but study him out of the corner of her eye, taking in every detail - the way he moves, the expression on his face when he laughs... It feels like getting to know a whole new person. And yet, at the same time, it feels familiar and right. Like this is where she belongs.

Her expression clouds over as she tries to recall her past, a painful knot forming in her chest. "I... I don't remember," she whispers eventually. "They just sold me to the Yakuza one day. I was so young... I can't remember anything before that." She looks down at her plate, tears welling up in her eyes once more. "I wish..." Her voice trails off, and she swallows thickly, unable to finish the thought.

Masozaki nods slowly, understanding her distress but not pushing further for now. He simply reaches out and gently takes her hand, giving it a squeeze of reassurance before turning his attention back to their breakfast. As they continue to eat together, an unspoken bond grows stronger between them, and Sayuki finds herself more at ease than she's been in years. Perhaps with time and patience, she can learn

Her heart swells with gratitude as his strong arms envelop her, offering comfort and understanding in a way no one else ever had. She presses her face into his chest, grateful for this moment of peace and safety. "T-thank you..." she whispers, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. It's then that she realizes what he's done... how far he's gone to help her feel safe and cared for. A tiny spark of hope flares up inside her chest, and for the first time in a long while, she allows herself to dream of a brighter future.

The warm water feels soothing against her skin, chasing away some of the grime and suffering that have clung to her for far too long. She shuts her eyes as Masozaki carefully washes her hair, relishing in the softness of his touch. "Thank you," she murmurs again, unable to express adequately how much this simple act means to her. It's hard to believe that someone like him could ever care for someone like her, but as he tenderly cleanses her body and soul, she starts to accept the truth of it: Masozaki has become a part of her life now... perhaps even her only source of hope for a better future.

"I'm... nineteen," she says hesitantly, unsure if he'll believe her after all she's been through. Her fingers trail through the water as it swirls around her body, washing away more than just dirt and grime. A feeling of newfound innocence begins to stir within her, reminding her of who she once was before everything went wrong. "Are you sure?" Masozaki asks gently, concern clear in his voice. "You look younger." He tilts her chin up so he can examine her face more closely. His touch is so gentle it sends a shiver down her spine. "I-I've lived through a lot... it makes me look older," she says softly, her eyes meeting his in the mirror above the sink. "But thank you for being so kind to me." The words are barely audible over the sound of running water, but they carry

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels his finger slide between her legs, and yet it's a welcome sensation after so long without physical contact. His touch is gentle but firm, exploring her body with care and consideration. The pain she once felt seems to fade away under the weight of his gentleness, replaced by a strange new feeling that she can only describe as peacefulness. When he kisses her cheek, warmth spreads through her entire being, making her want to lean into him even more. "Th-thank you," she whispers again, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. His kindness overwhelms her, and for a moment, she's not sure how to respond. But then he washes her body, and she can feel herself beginning to relax once more under his tender care.

Carefully, gratefully, she lets him dry her and apply the cream to her skin. The sensation of his touch is almost too much, but it feels... good. Right. Like this is how things should be. As he tends to her with such loving care, a warmth spreads through her body, melting away the last remnants of fear and distrust. It's as if Masozaki's touch has the power to make everything better, to heal not just her wounds but also her wounded soul. With a tentative smile, she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, wondering what it is about this man that makes her feel so safe and loved... so cherished in a way she never thought possible. Perhaps there's hope for them after all - hope that one day they might find a life together outside the shadow of the Yakuza... a life where love and kindness can truly

As they get into his car and drive off towards the mall, Sayuki can't help but feel a sense of disbelief that this is all actually happening. She looks down at her outfit in wonder, grateful for the new clothes that fit her so well and make her look like a normal girl again. With each passing moment, she grows more confident in herself and in her growing trust for Masozaki... her savior... her friend. Maybe, just maybe, there is hope for a brighter future after all.

Her heart racing with excitement, Sayuki can hardly believe she's finally at the mall, allowed to choose her own clothes for the first time in years. She follows Masozaki through the crowded stores, gazing longingly at everything they pass by, wishing there were enough money in the world to buy it all. But as he tells her not to be shy and encourages her to pick whatever she likes, a sense of empowerment washes over her, allowing her to finally embrace this newfound freedom with open arms.

With each article of clothing that finds its way into her hands, she feels a little bit more like the old Sayuki... the girl she used to be before the Yakuza took control of her life. And with each piece of fabric that Masozaki compliments or helps her try on, her confidence grows stronger still, making it easier for her to imagine a future where they might actually belong together... some

Her heart leaps with joy as they step inside the mall, its bright lights and happy sounds making her feel almost giddy with excitement. She looks around, her eyes widening at all the choices before her, but she quickly remembers Masozaki's words and decides to go ahead and pick out some clothes that she would like. With a shy smile, she walks over to a rack of dresses and begins browsing through them, carefully considering each one before setting it aside or taking it with her. It feels good to be in control of this decision for once, to have a say in what she wears and how she presents herself to the world. As she continues shopping, her confidence slowly grows, replaced by a newfound sense of self-worth that Masozaki has somehow managed to give her. Maybe there's hope for a better life after all... maybe with him by her side, anything is possible.

Her heart racing with excitement, Sayuki can hardly believe she's finally at the mall, allowed to choose her own clothes for the first time in years. She follows Masozaki through the crowded stores, gazing longingly at everything they pass by, wishing there were enough money in the world to buy it all. But as he tells her not to be shy and encourages her to pick whatever she likes, a sense of empowerment washes over her, allowing her to finally embrace this newfound freedom with open arms.

With each article of clothing that finds its way into her hands, she feels a little bit more like the old Sayuki... the girl she used to be before the Yakuza took control of her life. And with each piece of fabric that Masozaki compliments or helps her try on, her confidence grows stronger still, making it easier for her to imagine a future where they might actually belong together... some

"I am... so very happy," she whispers, gazing up at him with shining eyes. The warmth in her chest spreads throughout her body as they walk side by side to his car. "Thank you for today, Masozaki. For everything." Her heart swells with gratitude and an emotion she can't quite name, but it feels wonderful and right... like this is where she belongs. As he helps her into the car and they begin the journey home, she leans against him, feeling safe and protected in his strong arms. For the first time in a long while, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there is hope for a better future... and that Masozaki might be the key to unlocking it all.