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.
What the hell is that! I run towards her and cover her with my chin what's your name? Are these swellings doing this to you?
Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she notices someone else in the room with her for the first time. She looks at him, confused and afraid, before slowly nodding, tears streaming down her face. "N-my... name... is Sayuki..." she stammers out, voice barely audible over her sobs. "T-they... hurt... me... all the t-time..." she manages to say through broken sobs, pointing at some of the more severe injuries with trembling fingers.
She burrows deeper into his chest, desperate for comfort and safety, clinging onto him as tightly as she can in her weakened state. "P-please... d-don't send me back..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of her heart breaking. "I-I just wanna be s-safe... a-and warm..."
I'm going to kill these bastards! Everything's going to be okay, it's over! I untie her and wrap her in my chin, I delicately carry her in my arms and take her into my house
As he picks her up and carries her out of the dark room, tears stream down her face even harder. Her body feels cold and weak, but she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope ignite inside her chest. "T-thank you..." she whispers, squeezing her eyes shut as she buries her head against his neck. "T-Thank you for saving me..."
Her breath hitches in her throat as she realizes what this means - she's no longer a slave to the Yakuza gang, no longer trapped in that dark cell. For now, at least, she is free... and safe... but so many questions race through her mind. Where is she? Who is this man who saved her? And most importantly, what will happen next?
I put her on my couch and undress her I'm going to take care of you, sorry to expose you like that *I take a first aid kit and treat her wounds, then I take her to the bathroom to wash her * how did you end up there? Would you like to tell me?
Without responding at first, she watches him warily as he treats her wounds and helps her undress. Her eyes are wide with disbelief and confusion, unable to comprehend what's happening around her. She's never been this clean or cared for before... it feels strange, almost foreign to her body.
When he finally leads her into the bathroom, she allows him to guide her into the steaming tub of water, shivering from cold and fear. She sits down on the edge, hesitating for a moment before slowly lowering herself beneath the surface. The hot water stings at her open wounds but provides a brief respite from the cold and discomfort she's grown accustomed to.
When she finally emerges, her hair is wet and slicked back against her head, revealing freshly clean skin beneath. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says
Tell me your story I wash her hair and her back, paying attention to her wounds, I help her dry off and give her clothes
Her voice trembles as she begins to tell her story, barely loud enough for him to hear over the sound of running water. "My parents... were killed by y-yakuza..." she starts, biting down on her lip as tears spill down her cheeks once more. "I was k-kidnapped from school... s-since then I've been their slave... t-they did horrible things to me..." She trails off, unable to bring herself to say any more.
But she knows that if he wants to hear the rest of it, she has no choice but to continue. So she forces down another shaky breath and says, "They kept me in a s-small cell... only let me out for work or t-to serve them..." Her voice breaks as she relives the memories of her captivity. "I had no friends..." She glances over at him, hope flickering briefly
I take her in my arms tenderly it's over now, you won't have to suffer anymore
Her body trembles in his arms as he holds her close, and she clings to him for dear life, unable to believe that she's finally safe. "T-thank you..." she whispers again, her voice small but filled with an unexpected amount of gratitude. "I-I don't know what I would have done if... if you hadn't found me..." She presses her face against his chest, fighting back another wave of tears.
A part of her wonders why he saved her - what does he want from her now? But she pushes that thought aside for the moment, content to bask in the warmth and safety of his embrace. Maybe someday soon, when she's strong enough, she'll find out more about this man who brought her freedom... and maybe they could have something more together.
My name is Ohma, if you have family somewhere I will take you to them otherwise I agree to accommodate you here
Oh... O-Okay..." she says quietly, not quite knowing what to think about this offer. She's never had anyone ask her what she wanted or needed before. "M-my parents were from Osaka... but I don't know if they have any family there..." Her eyes dart back and forth between him and the doorway as she tries to gather her thoughts.
Part of her hopes that he means what he says, and that she really will be able to stay with him... even if it means living in his house or being around his people all the time. It's scary, yes, but at least here she feels safe and cared for. Maybe one day she can repay him somehow... become a good wife to him, give him children of his own.
For now we're going to make sure you get better, then I'll do some research to see if you have family somewhere, in the meantime you'll live here and I'll watch over you, do you agree?
Her voice barely a whisper, she nods slowly in agreement. "T-thank you... Ohma..." The weight of her gratitude almost brings fresh tears to her eyes as she clings to him tighter, afraid that if she lets go now, it will all disappear. It's hard for her to believe that someone could be so kind and caring after everything she's been through... but maybe this is a sign that things are finally going to get better.
I carry her in my arms you must be exhausted, I'll make you something to eat and you'll go rest in a soft bed I take her into the kitchen and prepare something to eat, I make several hot dishes
Still sniffling and shivering slightly, she watches as he prepares food for her with wide, uncertain eyes. The smell of cooking fills the room, and despite her best efforts to ignore it, her stomach gives a small growl. "Th-thank you..." she manages to choke out between sobs. "Y-You're very kind... t-to me." It takes everything she has not to sob uncontrollably again as he hands her a bowl of steaming soup, but it feels like an eternity since someone last showed her this much care and compassion.
Tentatively, she takes a spoonful, the warmth spreading through her body almost instantly. She looks up at him gratefully as she eats, her eyes softening slightly beneath their puffy lids. It's still hard for her to comprehend that this is really happening
There's no need to thank me, it's normal, your nightmare is over I squeeze the point, angry at what the Yakuza did to her
As she eats, she listens carefully to his words. It's hard for her to believe that what he says is true, but a tiny part of her heart whispers that maybe... just maybe... things really are going to be different now. She looks up at him again, studying his face as she chews and swallows. His eyes seem kind, even though they sometimes flash with anger when he talks about the Yakuza.
She wipes her mouth on a napkin before hesitating for a moment. "O-Ohma?" she asks timidly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her breathing. "C-Can I ask you something... personal?" It's strange for her to even think about asking such a thing, but curiosity gets the better of her in this moment.
I relax so as not to scare her yes? Ask me what you want
Her heart racing in her chest, she looks up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. "W-Well... what made you want t-to join the Owari-clan?" It's not exactly the question she meant to ask, but it's as close as she can bring herself to go right now. She hopes he doesn't think it's too strange or forward of her.
Her fingers play nervously with the edge of her empty bowl, twisting a bit of cloth until it comes loose. "I-I just... wondered..." she whispers, looking down at her lap.
When I joined them I needed money but over time I learned that they had a code of honor and that they were respectable with innocent people and I liked that
Oh... I see... T-That's nice to hear... I-I didn't know that about them... I just thought they were all like... s-she said, looking down at her lap again, unable to meet his gaze. "Th-Thank you for telling me..." She pauses, not sure what else to say. Part of her wishes she could understand more about this world he comes from, but another part of her is terrified of the idea of knowing any more than she already does.
That's why I liked the Owari clan, they weren't like all the other clans, don't hesitate to ask me what you want, I'll answer you I smile and say as a joke in any case It’s nice to hear you speak, you have a beautiful voice haha
Her cheeks redden at his compliment as she looks away shyly. "T-Thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. It's been so long since anyone has said anything kind to her that she isn't sure how to react anymore. She looks back up at him, studying his face for a moment before deciding that perhaps it's safe to ask one more question.
"O-Ohma?" she says hesitantly. "W-What are you going to do with me now? D-Do I have t-to stay here... forever?" Her voice is trembling, afraid of the answer but needing to know all the same.
Forever ? I blush when I understand what that means No, not at all! As you no longer have a parent and you don't know where the rest of your family is, I was planning to accommodate you while waiting to find them but if you wish you can leave whenever you want, I'm not like these rots, you are free to do what you want now
Her eyes widen in surprise and relief as he tells her that she can leave whenever she wants. "R-Really? I-I don't have to stay here...?" Her voice catches on the words, still finding it hard to believe that anyone could offer such a choice after everything she's been through.
She glances around the room, taking in her new surroundings with renewed interest. They're so clean and bright compared to the dank cell she's used to. Maybe this isn't such a bad place to be... for now at least. She looks back up at him, gratefulness welling up inside of her once more. "T-Thank you, Ohma..." she whispers. "I appreciate everything you've done for me."
But even as she says the words, she can't help but wonder if this is really just temporary... or if maybe, somehow, this could be the
I brought you back here to heal you not to lock you up again haha! On the other hand, when you want to leave I would like you to notify me and give me your telephone number, I would like to watch over you and hear from you
Tears prick at her eyes as she listens to his words. A small part of her wants nothing more than to stay by his side forever, safe in this bright and warm place where he watches over her. But another part of her knows that she needs to find her family first... if they're even out there anymore. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she considers her options.
"I-I understand," she manages to choke out between sniffles. "T-Thank you for caring so much." Her fingers twist nervously in the hem of her borrowed dress as she meets his gaze once more. "C-Can I ask... does that mean we'll be together... forever?" The word hangs heavily in the air between them, her heart racing as she waits for his reply.
If you leave I won't be there all the time but if you call me I will come as quickly as possible, I promise! And then I will talk to my boss and the Owari clan will watch over you and your family
Her eyes widen at his words, hope flickering briefly across her features. "Would... would you want to marry me?" she whispers, hardly able to believe that such a possibility even exists for her after everything she's been through. It sounds crazy, maybe even stupid, but it's the only thing that feels right in this moment.
She bites her lip nervously, waiting for his reaction. A thousand scenarios race through her mind, none of them more frightening or exhilarating than the idea of spending the rest of her life by his side. But she has to know... she needs to hear it from him first.
I realize her request and my face turns red like a tomato, I lose my balance and fall to the ground marry you!? I don't know ! No one ever wanted to go out with me! And then I'm a Yakuza, it's not very well seen by people! I completely panic at this solemn request
Her mouth falls open in surprise as Ohma reacts so strongly to her question. "I-I'm sorry..." she stammers, flustered and embarrassed now too. "I shouldn't have asked... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Tears well up in her eyes again, spilling down her cheeks as she bites her lip nervously.
She wants to believe that it was just a silly question, that he doesn't really feel the same way she does. But deep down inside, she can't help but hope otherwise... even if it means risking losing everything she's found here. "I-It's okay..." she manages, trying to convince herself as much as him. "I understand..."
Her heart aches with the fear of rejection, but she can't bring herself to back down now. Maybe... maybe there's still a chance
seeing her cry makes me come to my senses Listen... It's perhaps too sudden to ask me this but if in a while you still want to marry me I'll accept! A tear runs down my cheek and I whisper I'm not dreaming? This girl wants me?
Her mouth drops open in surprise as Ohma agrees to her request. Part of her can't believe he actually said yes, while another part of her is filled with joy and relief. She sniffles, wiping tears away from her face as she looks at him, trying to read his expression. "R-Really?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.
For the first time in forever, she allows herself to hope that maybe... just maybe... things really can change. She takes a deep breath, mustering up what little courage she has left and says, "I'd like that... very much." Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch his cheek, brushing away the tear that has escaped. "I promise I won't ever regret it..."
Normally it was up to me to take care of you and in the end it's me who cries haha, what an idiot I am!
She giggles softly at his words, finally managing a small smile. "You're not an idiot," she says, her voice gentle and soothing. "You saved me... you took care of me when no one else would." Tears glisten in her eyes once more as she leans forward to press her forehead against his. "I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me..."
Her fingers tighten on his shirt, holding him close as if she's afraid he might disappear again. But this time, it's different. This time, there's hope... and love. It feels strange, almost unreal, but she knows in her heart that this is what she wants - what she needs. And maybe, just maybe, together they can find a way to make their happy ending last.
I get up, this budding love giving me strength are you still hungry? There is some soup left, otherwise I can make you some meat or vegetables
She shakes her head, smiling up at him as she wipes away the last of her tears. "No, thank you... I'm full." Her stomach rumbles slightly in protest, but it doesn't take much food to fill her now that she hasn't eaten properly for so long. "I just wanted to say..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "Thank you for giving me this chance at a new life... for loving me when no one else would." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, but there's no shame in it - only honesty and sincerity.
She lifts her chin, meeting his gaze steadily. "I promise to make you proud, Ohma... I will never disappoint you." Her fingers slide from his shirt to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking the rough skin beneath his eye. It feels like a dream...
I hug her thank you for accepting a Yakuza like me, I promise you that I will watch over you and I will give you everything you need
Her eyes flutter shut as she feels his arms wrap around her, holding her close and secure against his chest. It's strange, but it feels right somehow - like this is where she belongs. She breathes in the scent of him, familiar now from having spent so much time here, and lets out a small sigh of contentment. "I don't mind," she whispers softly. "You saved me... you gave me my life back..."
As she speaks, her fingers slide down to twine with his around her waist, their bodies pressed together in a way that feels almost intimate. But it doesn't frighten her the way being close to the Yakuza did. This is different - this is good. And she knows that as long as she's with him, nothing bad can ever happen again.