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Going through this rough life, was something you'd never wish on your worst enemy. You were mostly alone, sometimes you'd make an odd friend here and there, but they never lasted long. Either they went on with their lives or the streets got them. Either way, loneliness was your best friend... Until you met Agito. You've seen him around a few times, he ran with a way ward gang, they weren't exactly bad, but they weren't good either, but then again nobody was inherently evil when they come to the streets. In the end its what you allow to happen, will you let it consume you? Or will you over come it, and keep your truth?

You and Agito have never actually interacted with one another, you've seen him and he's seen you, but other than that you both knew nothing of each other. You never had a reason to speak until one day you did. You were getting roughen up by a group of thugs, they were just a little older than you. Their group was a mixture of boys and girls. Runaways, juveniles, delinquents, and drug heads and dealers. They were just a group of young teens, lost in a world that threw them to the side. You knew of their group, and always avoided them, but today you weren't aware of your surroundings, you were still happy about the kitten you were able to save and take to a shelter. You were walking 'home' when you got caught up.

Turning a random corner into an alley way you always took, you stubbled upon a group beatdown of some random business man, from his shabby look though you could tell he was well on his way to being one with the slums too. They were stomping him out, cursing at him for not having their money, you moved to leave but one of them noticed you, causing them to slowly corner you, but you panicked and ran away. They chased you, yelling and cursing at you. You ran and ran, your lungs burned and your legs began to feel heavy but you didn't stop, not until you ran into Agito on accident.

He was coming around the corner, holding a bag of goodies he just purchased from a corner store, he was going to go back to his base, and share his treats with the rest of his gang, when you collided into him. He fell back and so did you. Both of you wincing from the harsh and unexpecting fall. He recovered first ready to fuss but he seen you and he stopped short. He's seen you a few times now, the young girl who was always by herself, wondering around aimlessly sometimes. You stood up quickly panic on your face, you gave him a rushed apology before you rushed off. He was confused for a moment before he seen the way ward group, a gang of young teen thugs. He knew them fairly well, and he didn't like them. He gathered his spilled belongings quickly before he raced after them.

He saved you, you watched as he beat them all, they got some good hits in on him, but overall he won. You sat there, holding his bag that he casually gave you, pressed into a brick wall, making yourself small as to not be a victim of collateral damage. Once it was all done, he walked over to you with a limp. His cheek was slowly swelling, his lip busted, his knuckles busted and bloodied. You slowly stood up, staring up at him cautiously but with worry. He stared down at you for a moment before he spoke. "Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded, before you timidly reached your arms out, offering him his bag. He stared down at it for a moment before he looked off and began walking out of the alleyway.

You stared at him in confusion, you then looked down at the bag and back up at him. He stopped before he left the alley, and he looked back at you. "Come on... Let's get out of here." He said. Your eyes slightly widen before a small smile graced your face. It would seems you've made another new friend. He was limping, but he was still pretty fast. You walked next to him, striking up a small conversation as you did. He didn't say much, but he would make a noise or even respond if it was a question directed towards him. During the long walk, you learnt his name, Agito Kanoh, your learnt his age, 14 , you learnt that he was the third in command of his little gang, and you learnt that he was from Mainland and he was on his way back there now. It would explain the long walk.

You're somewhat familiar with Mainland, you've never been but you've heard that its rough, rougher than where you're from. Entering into Mainland, you noticed the change immediately. It was much more dank, it was very cold, and the sun seemed to disappear. You kept closer to him, realizing now you were officially in unfamiliar territory. Your arms hugged yourself tight, shielding yourself from the chill in the air. It wasn't much longer that he brought you to a large pipe, it was huge. Half of it was above land, and the other half was covered in dirt and water. You observed the pipe, realizing its the entrance to a sewage system. You didn't want to step into the dirtied water. Partially because of the filth and partially because of the cold. But Agito walked forward, you watched as he stepped on a patch of land, something you didn't notice, it seemed like an island, one that traveled deep into the pipe.

He paused at the entrance, looking back at you. "Come inside... Its much warmer inside." He said. You wrinkled your nose a bit, your thoughts bouncing for a bit, but after a while you followed after him. Seeing that you were going to come in with him, he turned back and continued forward into the large pipe. You followed in behind him, trailing after him into the dark pipe... And that's were you stayed. It became your new home. You were first welcomed with cautious stares and timid approaches, but eventually it all smoothed out into comfortability and familiarity. You became apart of their family, and you loved it. For the first time, you truly belonged somewhere. You hoped and prayed that this'll be your life forever... But even forever has an end.

4 years later, at the age of 16, is when your happy life went up in flames. First Agito went missing, then an illness ran through all of China, killing thousands, your poor family fell victim to that illness as well. With no access to medication, and making home remedies was almost impossible to create, the illness swept through the sewage like wild fire. The older teens and the few adults amongst you tried their best to heal the younger children, they did their best, but the children fell victim and died. Their bodies were burned to keep the illness from spreading from their corpse. It never got easy, burning another little body, some smaller than the rest. sometimes even some of the older children had to suffer the same faith, and eventually the older teens and the adults. Your once large family of 30 had dwindled down to just 10, you were now the oldest, the rest were 10 and under... You had to make a tough choice, but with no other options left, you did what was best for you and for them.

You gave them up to the orphanage, telling them that you'll come back to pick them up later today, and that you'll all go back home soon, but that wasn't going to happen. You left them there, all smiling and waving, saying they'll see you when you come back... You traveled alone for a while after that, back to the streets alone again, you went for what you knew, going back to your old ways of living wasn't easy but it wasn't impossible. After 6 months you were able to get a job, and after almost 2 years you were finally able to get your own apartment. Now 18, you were pretty stable now. You had a dependable job, a real roof over your head, plenty of hygienic products, food and clothes. You were the most set you've ever been, and you quickly fell into a new and comfortable routine.

Wake up at 7 am, freshen up, eat breakfast, drink coffee, go to work, take a break, go back to work, go home, take a shower, make something for dinner, brush your teeth, then go to bed and do it again tomorrow. It became comfortable, familiar, and most importantly it was yours. On your off days, you'd make it a point to go out and look for Agito... You remember, a little before the outbreak, he vanished... You never forgot about him... It was because of him that you were able to find your first real family. You just had to know he was okay, and if you had to look all over China, you will. No one knew of him, but that wasn't a shocker since he was a sewage kid, those children went unknown, but he was at least 2 to 3 years older than you, so he's bound to be an adult now. He should've had some form of a name made for himself.

But to China, he was a ghost. By the age of 20, your searching had slowed down, you've gotten a new job, more up close to the city now. You lived in a much nicer apartment now. You never thought you would get out of the slums, but here you were. Working at a café close to Hong Kong, it wasn't exactly out of the poor side of town, but it was out of the slums. You had more responsibilities now. You had bigger bills to pay, your role at work required more time, you had more money to actually take care of yourself and your home with. You ventured into the bustling city more, you dreamed of living in this city, finally out of the slums for good and into normalcy... But you still tried to make time to look for Agito. You were always asking your customers if they knew of him.

But they'd always shake their head... It seems he was still a ghost... Until one day, while lounging in your home, someone came knocking on your door. You looked over lazily before you sighed and stood up, not sure who it could be, as you didn't get visitor often. You peeked out the small hole, seeing nothing but what looked to be wide shoulders and a strong chest, with a black shirt stretched over it. You backed up some, arching a brow. You then decided to unlock the door, cracking it open just enough for you to poke your head out. Your eyes cast downwards as you notice a pair of black dress shoes first. Your eyes slowly trailed up, seeing that the tall man was wearing black dress pants, a black belt, and a simple but sleek compressed black shirt.

He was massive, strong too. You then looked up to his face, and you almost flinched away when you saw the strong, piercing gaze. He was pale, his face narrow, his eyes a stormy grey, and his black hair is slicked back neatly. You stared up at him owlishly. "Um.... can I help you... sir?" You nervously asked. He said nothing for a moment. You were starting to regret opening your door. You were about to duck back inside and close your door, but a sudden burst of colors came into your field of vision. It startled you, making you jump a bit, but once you relaxed, you realize that it was a lovely bouquet of flowers.

You blinked at the beautiful arrangement of colors. The ones that stood out the most to you were the Spider Liles. These don't usually go into bouquets. He shook them some, pulling you from your stupor, silently urging you to take them. You looked up at him for a moment before you timidly pushed the door open just a tad, and you grabbed the bundle. Once in your grasp, he pulled back. His stare pointed and watchful, almost like he was waiting for your reaction. "Um.... Thank you.... They're beautiful." You said shyly yet awkwardly. At your words, he gave a solid, strong nod. "Good... I made sure to add some of your favorites in there... You always used to pluck them from the weeds that grew around the entrance to the sewage." He said.

His voice held a deep timber. It was strong and dark, and deep enough to make your insides rattle. You stared up at him, your eyes widening. "How'd you know that?" You asked him. He was right. Some of your favorite flowers were scattered throughout the bouquet. They were considered a weed, but you thought they were beautiful anyway. Society outcasts them, and so were you... You seem the familiarity and the beauty in them... They held meaning to you. You studied the man, trying to make sense of who he was. He wasn't any of the young children you gave away to the orphanage. Neither was he any of the older kids, they all practically died.

He saw the cogs in your head turning, his strong stare softened, and his posture relaxed some. "It's been a long time, Y/N... I'm not surprised that you don't remember me." He said, he sounded somewhat disappointed. Your gaze stayed locked on him for a moment. Your eyes suddenly lightened with shock and realization. "Agito?.... Is that really you?" You gently asked, your guard up so as to not get your heartbroken with a head shake. But his eyes lightened with joy, and he nodded slowly. Your eyes widened, and a large smile bloomed on your face. "I KNEW YOU WERE ALIVE!!! I JUST KNEW IT!!" You cheered your grip on the bouquet tightening as you threw yourself at him. Your arms wrapping around his strong neck.

He was quick to wrap his arms around you, gently but firm. He missed you. "It is... I've come to see you... One last time." He said. Your smile slowly faded, and your eyes saddened. You pulled back from him, your hands resting on his arms. "What do you mean?" You sadly asked. He sighed as he stared down at you, his large hands gently resting on your waist. "It means just what I said... I'm leaving China... Forever." He said, giving you slightly more detail. You slowly shook your head in denial, your sadden eyes turning desperate. "No, no, no... You can't just show up and leave!!... I've been looking for you for years!! I've done nothing but worry myself, silly!! I've lost sleep over you!! You can't just come to my door unannounced, give me some stupid flowers and then just leave!!... You vanished from my life for the last 6 years!! I was beginning to think that you died!!... At least tell me what happened to you!!"

You ranted, your voice slightly echoing through the quiet halls, but you didn't care, and neither did he. Your eyes watered, tears threatening to spill over as you lamented to him your woes. He stayed silent, listening to your words, your worries... He felt guilty. He truly did. He said nothing as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. A hand on your back and one on your head. You stood still for a moment before you began pushing on him. "NO!! I DON'T WANT A HUG!! I WANT ANSWERS DAMMIT!! WHY'D YOU LEAVE!? WHY'D YOU NEVER COME BACK!?"

You shouted, throwing the bouquet down to the ground, the paper wrinkled. You pushed against his chest, trying to pull back, but he kept his arms tight around you. Refusing to release you. You didn't want a hug, you didn't want to be comforted, but eventually, your anger melted away to nothing more but sadness. As your pushing stopped and your arms wrapped around him instead. Your body shaking with woeful sobs.

"Why'd you wait so long... till everyone was dead and gone... They're all gone, and I was all alone... For so long... I watched them all get sick. I watched them all slowly rot away into skeletons. I watched them die in my arms, and I watched them get burned in piles... why'd you leave... when I needed you most?" You said, your voice slowly getting smaller. Your body shook with tears as you sobbed into his chest, your hands pressing into his back.

He stayed silent the entire time, his eyes down on the bouquet that you threw down in your fit of rage. With a soft voice, as soft as he could get it, he spoke. "It wasn't my intentions to vanish like that... I went out, looking for food and medicine, when our oldest brother got sick... We didn't know it was from that illness... All we knew was that he fell horribly ill, so I set out to look for medicine... On my journey, I ended up wondering far, farther than I ever traveled. I was determined to find him some medication... His symptoms weren't anything I've ever seen before, so I knew that I had to search far and wide, but everyone turned me away, because they too didn't have any answers or the help I needed."

"My journey out stretched my food supply, and before I knew it, I was starved. I refused to beg, so I began eating the pests of the streets, but that wasn't a good idea because then I fell ill too... I couldn't move anymore, I was always in pain, my body slowly became frail, and I began withering away... As I was dying, I never stopped thinking about you and everyone else... I feared that I had failed you all, and I still haven't forgiven myself till this day... But in my last moments, I was saved by a man. He took me in and nursed me back to health. He fed me, clothed me, gave me a place to live, and all in exchange for his fighting technique. He needed an apprentice. He didn't want his style to die with him, so he trained me. Day and night. It was rough, cruel, and grueling."

"But I became strong, and I became powerful... Then, a man came along, named Metsudo. He took me away from my master, and he took me in, all the way in Japan... I never forgot about you all, everyday everyone burned my mind. He put me through hell, he had me kill, he made me into a monster... And the scary part is, I love it... But even though I've become the man you see today... I never forgot any of you... And once I was finally granted permission to come home, I did. I couldn't wait to see you all, hug everyone, and tell you all about my endeavors... But when I got there, the pipe was empty, and not a soul was left. Burnt piles of ash and bones sat nearby, and bodies that were either too small or too frail were left behind, wrapped in blankets within the pipe... Everyone was gone... everyone was dead.... I sat there for God knows how long, crying in that large, echoing pipe."

"But I just knew that some of you all had to survive... We were strong like that. So I set out in search, trying to grasp any leads, but I kept getting nothing. Until one day, I heard about a young woman asking for me, and in my heart, I just knew it was you... So hate me all you want. Curse me, beat me, do whatever... But I never abandoned you... I never left... And I never forgotten. But I'm not the boy I used to be, I'm a man now, and with it, a monster... I live to crush my foes, to feel their blood between my fingers, to feel their skin beneath my nails, to hear their cries of defeat in my ears... So I've come to say goodbye, forever... I just wanted you to know that I was alive and well... And I wanted to know the same for you..."

He explained, you stayed silent the entire time, listening to his tale, his side of the story... You've waited to hear this for so long now, and now that you were finally able to hear it... You felt so selfish. For years, you silently accused him of abandoning you and everyone else. You made yourself believe that he left, to survive on his own, that he went off and made a new family... But you were wrong. Your eyes burned with new tears, and your body shook with sobs. Not for yourself but for Agito. He held you silently for a moment.

"Don't cry for me... Celebrate for me instead... Your tears mean well, but they're an insult to me... For tears are for the weak, the unfortunate, and the dead, and I am neither of those things. So safe your tears, hold yourself high, and feel pride for me instead." He said. It almost sounded self-centered, almost too prideful, but they held truth... So, allowing a few more tears to escape, you calmed yourself enough to be reduced to whimpers. He hummed at your efforts, almost sounding like a purr. "Excellent." He praised. He pulled back from you, taking a step back, his hands down at his sides again.

You didn't move, your hands curling in on themselves instead. He observed you. Shoulders shaking, eyes swollen from tears, so small and fragile... You two weren't the same anymore... You two could never live in the same world again. "Take care of yourself, Y/N, and stay strong. Nobody else is going to help carry you, and nobody else is going to come to your rescue. You must be your own pillar... But you already know this. So stay strong and don't let this world break you... I expect you to live long." He said.

He sounded cold and distant but that's how he's always been. What others seen as indifference and pride. You seen as silent love and care. With a weak nod, you sniffled, your gaze still downcast. He stood there a moment longer before he turned away. "This is goodbye, Y/N... Will we ever see each other again? Perhaps, till then, farewell." He said, bidding you farewell. You refused to look up, nothing wanting to accept the parting, but as you looked down at the floor, you saw the bouquet, and the spider lilies were now making a whole lot of more sense now.

With a sadden sigh, you bent down to pick up the flowers, straightening out the paper. You held it close to your heart. It was cruel because these flowers will soon too leave you. You finally looked up, and just as you expected, he was long gone. You stood there for a long time, just staring at the hall he vanished in. Then, with one last sigh, you turned to your open door, stepping into your apartment. You began to slowly close your door, your eyes still locked on the hall. "Goodbye, Agito... Safe travels" You softly said before you closed your door and locked it.

A few months went by, and you were doing much better now. Having seen Agito, you were healed of all your worries, your 'what ifs', and now you were slowly healing from the guilt of casting unjustified blame onto Agito. You were in your home, humming a happy tune. This is the most happiness you've been. You were in your kitchen rinsing off vegetables. On the coffee table in your living room laid a plain white envelope, your name written on it in beautiful cursive.

It's been freshly opened by you, not even an hour ago. A neatly creased, open letter lay next to the envelope. It only held a few words, but they held the weight of the world to you. In plain print, it read.

But, through it all, you made some great friends, great memories, and have seen some of the most amazing things. Another perk for being a Tokugawa, was your status. You were practically treated like a princess, whatever you wanted, it was yours. You were spoiled yet humble, this has been your life for the last 25 years. As of the last 5 past years however, you've wanted something that you just simply couldn't have, and it was irritating because the thing you wanted wasn't a tool, it wasn't money, it wasn't an item, it not even a position of power... It was a human.

You've known him since you were 10, you've watched him fight, train, and speak to your father. He wasn't the strongest of the great fighters your father admire so much, and eventually, you too. But he was powerful by his own right, Izou Motobe. He was older... Much older, by at least 30 years. When you were a child, you liked him simply because he was so nice to you. He was always giving you piggy back rides, always showing you a half assed magic trick, always playing tag and hide-n-go-seek with you. He was like a really nice uncle, but you never called him that.

However. when you turned 20, your feelings for him began to shift... They morphed beyond your control... It startled you... Yet it also excited you. You went from viewing him as an uncle, to a lover. He was everything you wanted in a man. Reliable, strong, wise, patient, understanding, and oh so skilled with his hands... You loved watching him fight, as he used his hands quiet a bit. Once you accepted your feelings for him was real and they weren't leaving anytime soon, you began to hunt him.

You'd cook him a nice meal if he'd stop by, you'd gift him new weapons you've acquired from over seas, you'd always pull him to the side for a conversation. Your more professional and comfortable clothing became more snug and flattering to your curves, you began wearing more alluring perfume, you started styling your hair in ways that would compliment your beauty... It was all for him, and he knew it. Once he was able to make sense of what was happening, he grew distant from you.

He stopped showing up for battles, he stopped having tea time with your father, he stopped coming by the Tokugawa residences as a whole. It was frustrating, but you never gave up. The rare times you did see him, he'd kindly reject you. Over and over again. You didn't get it! Most men were all over you, giving you googly eyes, whistles, and cat calls. But the man of your desires would barely flash you his handsome smile and he's kindly reject you. You couldn't understand why though! Nothing was making sense... Until your over heard him and your father talking one day.

Motobenever really did stop coming by to have tea with your father, but he did keep his presences hidden from you, and it worked, until it didn't. You were on your way to speak with your father, you've tried everything to gain Motobe's attention and affection but nothing worked, so you were swallowing your pride and you were going to ask your father for pointers. Standing outside of the paper doors, you were getting ready to open them but the sound of your father's and Motobe's voices stopped you. At first it sounded like mumble jumble, but once you were able to tune into the conversation, it was beginning to make sense.

In the room sat both Motobe and Tokugagwa, their cups of tea half empty and lukewarm now. Motobe sighed. "I don't know what to do, Tokugawa." He said in a tired voice. Tokugawa gave a light chuckled at Motobe's woes. "I don't see any issues with it. Take the bait, the worst that could happen is you breaking her heart." He said with a carefree tone. Motobe stared at Tokugawa with a tired stare. "That, or me dying from old age." He said dejectedly. Tokugawa's amused gaze softened into an understanding one. "I don't think age is really an issue, my friend." He said. Motobe's tired stare turned into a slightly confused one.

"What do you mean? Age is the entire issue, but the way I've been acting, she probably think I don't find her the least bit beautiful... I've probably even lost all my chances with her in general." He confessed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. Tokugawa gave him a kind yet knowing smile. "Oh Motobe... I don't think you've lost any chances with her at all. If age was truly an issue, then I don't think she would've been trying so hard... Besides, somethings telling that the age is just part of the charm." He said with a more happier shrug.

Motobe sighed once more. "I sure hope you're right, Tokugawa." He said trying to have faith in his words. Tokugawa picked up his cup, he took a casual sip of his tea, enjoying the taste but not the luke warmness. "I'm more than right!! She's my daughter after all!" He said. Motobe stared at him for a moment before he gave a small chuckle. He looked down at his cup, seeing his warped reflection in his cup. "How could I forget..." He said softly.

Not much longer after that, Motobe left Tokugawa's room, sliding the doors gently closed before he walked away, his gaze low as his mind was swimming with their conversation. A pair of feet suddenly crossed his path and he stopped, his low gazed trailed up, revealing you. For the first time in a long time, he was standing face to face with you... And for the first time in a long time, you were dressed casual. You looked relaxed. You were smiling at him sweetly, he loves your smile. Your eyes twinkled with mischief, Tokugawa's earlier words about you being his daughter played in his mind, and he gave a small chuckle.

"So...Think you're too old for me, huh?" You said, revealing that you were ear hustling in on his conversation from earlier. He wasn't upset, in fact he seemed more amused and relieved if anything. "So... You heard all of that then?" He asked, a small smile blooming on his face. You nodded. "If you really think age is an issue for me, than it's not... I'm more than aware of how old you are... And, if I'm being honest, I think it's hot." You admitted, taking a few steps towards him. His smile turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck, he hid it well but he was feeling flustered. "Hmm... I suppose old man Tokugawa was right then..." He said.

You gave a soft chuckle as you stopped walking, your feet a foot from his. You held out your hand, a expectant yet understanding smile spread fully on your face. "So... Think you want to try... And see how long this relationship lasts?" You asked. You were giving him a chance to either refuse and stay friends or go forward and try starting a new chapter with you. You were hopping he'd choose a new chapter... Because you were more than ready. He stared down at your hand for a bit, his gaze was guarded so you couldn't tell what he was feeling. He gave a sigh, his gaze softening as he stared down at your hand. "I should warn you, I'm not very good at this whole dating thing... I've never have been." He admitted it.

That was about 2 months ago. Since then, he's seen you a total of 3 times, he didn't come by every Sunday, but when he did, you seemed to always be there. The first two times, you nodded at him, and he nodded back, both too shy to talk to one another. Jack didn't want to scare you off, and surprisingly you felt the same for him. On the third time, he spoke to you first, it was after services when he seen you. You were out behind the church, filling up a bucket with water, he wasn't necessarily looking for you, he was really just walking to clear his head when he seen you.

You were in your own little world, he didn't want to scare you off, so he made sure you could hear him approach from behind. His plan worked, as you looked back with an expecting gaze, but it quickly changed to shock when you seen him. You quickly turned the small nozzle, shutting off the water, before you stood up straight, both of your hands wrapped around the metal handle of the bucket. He stopped about a foot away from you, his gaze gentle but observant. You spoke first. "Brother Jack... What a surprise to see you back here... Did you need something?" You asked him. Most people only came seeking you out if they needed something, so you assumed it was the same for him.

"No... Not really... I didn't even know you were back here... I was just walking to clear my head in all honesty." He said. You nodded your head in understanding before you gave him a small smile. "Has your walk proved to be fruitful thus far?" You kindly asked, adjusting your grip on the handle. He noticed, his eyes darting down to your small hands. "I can carry that for you... It seems heavy." He offered. You looked down at the bucket, your hand did hurt, it wasn't your plan to hold the bucket for this long. You looked back up at him with a carefree smile.

"No... It's fine." You said, but your hands quickly switch places, and your shoulders slightly rolled. He seen all of this, and a knowing look crossed his face. "You know... God knows when we all lie... And in order to be smiled upon, you must be truthful, little nun." He said in a knowing tone. You blinked and the bright gleam in your eyes softened into a guilty one. Well... My hands do hurt." You admitted. He gave a soft hum as he held out his hand. You stared at it in wonderment. His palm was just as large as he was, it looked just as powerful and rough... But right now, it looked so gentle. You placed the handled in his palm carefully, moving slow so as not to hurt him, but once the handle was placed in his hand and you moved back, he held it like it weighed nothing.

You stared at his hand for a moment, before you looked down at yours, they were small and looked flared and irritated from the handle. You squeezed your hands, your nails digging into your palm where the pain was. You then looked up at him and flashed him a sweet yet thankful smile. "Thank you, Brother Jack." You said. He nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching. After that, he helped you carry the bucket back into the church, a small talk bloomed between you two, but nothing more. After that, Jack wasn't at the church anymore, he had just vanished, for an entire month, you almost completely forgot about him until he reappeared one day.

It was a rainy Wednesday, it's been raining all day, not a break from the down pour in sight. You were in the church alone, on your knees before the alter, you were praying when the doors opening echoed out. You perked up and looked over your shoulder. They widened when they landed on a soaking wet Jack. He seemed relaxed, his eyes landing on you, harden from the streets they softened when he saw you. You smiled at him, silently welcoming him in. He closed the doors, as he walked towards the alter, you stood up and rushed to the back, gathering a soft towel from a storage closet, grabbing a towel, you ran back, spotting him in the same spot you were in. His head was bowed and his hands clasped together.

You smiled happily walking up to him, silently amazed by his height, he was so tall, just him being on his knees he was your height. You placed the towel on his head, gently drying him off as he prayed. It wasn't a long prayer, but it was enough for him, he opened his eyes, gently thanking you as he took over on drying his face. You sat down, sighing, you were relaxed. He sat down next to you, the wood creaking under his weight. You both sat there in silence, enjoying each others company and the peace that was the house of god. Jack eventually spoke.

"What made you want to become a nun?" He asked out of the blue. You didn't look up at him, but you knew he was already looking at you. He watched as your relaxed gaze went dull with memories, your face slowly falling as what he could only guess was sadness crossing your face. "My father... He's the pastor of this church... I became a nun, because I wanted him to notice and accept me." You explained. Jack's eyes widen, a familiar gleam in his eyes, as your words resonated with him. You were like him... Trying to gain the recognition of his father... Wanting to be noticed, wanting to prove himself, so that his father will finally notice him and allow him the chance to fight him.

His gaze soften and he gave a bitter huff of amusement. He looked off from you, looking up at the stained glass window. The cloudy sky had made the vibrant colors more dull, but the image of Mother Mary holding a baby Jesus was still noticeable. He gave a bitter smile. "You and me both, little nun." He said softly. You looked up at him, your gaze unreadable before you gave him a small smile. You looked up at the stained glass as well, both of you sitting in silence.

After that, both you and Jack became closer, he began visiting more regularly, he couldn't commit to every Sunday, but he could commit to a random day, and you were fine with that. You learnt more about Jack, just as he learnt more about you. You learned that he was an only child on his mother side, but he had a half brother on his father side, who you could tell he loved very much. You learnt that he's Canadian-Japanese, and that he grew up here in Canada, and that he wasn't planned but his mother loved him anyways. You learnt that his father wasn't a good man, that he's a fighter, the strongest creature on earth, and that he disowned Jack. He also told you that he wanted to fight his father, to get revenge of what he did to his mother... Whatever he did, Jack never told you.

Jack also learned about you as well. He learned that you were from a large family of 8, you're the second to youngest of 6 siblings. He learnt that your early childhood was happy, full of love and laughter, but once you turned 6, it all changed. You're mother grew sick one day, and none of you knew what was wrong with her. Doctors also didn't know what was wrong with her, but they worked endlessly to figure it out, but it wasn't looking good. Your father was still hopeful, your mother though... Not so much.

She was growing weaker and weaker by the day, and she knew she was going to die. But she kept a smile on her face. She still got up and cooked, cleaned, played, and went to church with your father every Sunday, till she couldn't anymore. You watched your mother deteriorate. You watched as she grew pale, her muscles shrink, her appetite becoming nonexistence. You watched her hair become frail, you watched as she lost her ability to walk, her cheeks became sunken, her body turning into a skeleton, but she never stopped being a mother. All of your older siblings lost hope, your father prayed harder, and your baby brother was too young to understand, but even he knew, he was going to loose his mother soon.

Close to her end, she asked you and all of your other siblings, to care and love your father, for they were all he had left of her. You held this promise close to your heart... Out of all of your siblings, you looked the most like your mother... When you got older, you suspected this was part of the reason as to why he began to do what he did... After your Mother died, the change was slow... but noticeable. Your father grew distant from you... and only you... You didn't know why. Your father's smiles would always leave when he saw you. His laughter would always die when he heard your voice, the love in his eyes slowly turning to hate for you. You didn't understand, you couldn't wrap your brain around it. Your other siblings didn't get that treatment, but you knew he wasn't happy with them, simply because they didn't care to accept god. You watched your older siblings all slowly move out as you grew up, your younger brother even started running away, not wanting to be apart of the church... You were his only obedient child, the one he hated.

He wouldn't speak to you, he wouldn't acknowledge you. You did everything to obtain his love and attention. You'd cook and clean, you'd buy groceries once you were old enough, you studied hard to keep good grades, you even got accepted into a promising collage, but nothing made him notice, love or even accept you. You wanted to abandon him too... Pull back and reject him... But you promised your mother... At your wits end, you did the only thing you knew how to do best, you went to the church and you prayed. When your father caught you praying in his church one day, he smiled at you for the first time in years, and he prayed with you... After that, you committed yourself to god, for your father's love. You became a nun, abandoning everything... This was the only way you knew how to honor your mother's last wishes.

Jack could kind of resonate with this in a way. A father's acceptance, keeping a promise to your mother... Turning to god for answers and salvation... He understood it all... and for once, he had someone in his small circle who he could relate with on a deeper level, an equal of sorts. For the next 2 years, your relationship slowly blossomed from friends to lovers. It was strange, it was gentle, it was slow, it was real, and it was love. It was something he never thought could happen for him, but he's grown to appreciate it.

When you and Jack first started dating, it was comfortable, it was familiar yet it was still fragile... You've both been friends for a good year and a half, and for a random shared kiss to happened behind the church it still felt unreal, but it wasn't. It almost felt like your friendship was ruined, but you both knew it wasn't... Because even if you both did break up, Jack wouldn't abandon you, and you wouldn't do that to Jack either. He promised, that if you both did break up, then you'd both would go back to being friends.

But now, its officially been 2 years, and you were both deep into your relationship. Your father was slowly becoming old, and he was going to step down in the next few years, you couldn't step up and become the next pastor as it was a man's position, but once you and Jack made your relationship known to your father, and he approved of it. He wanted Jack to step up. Jack is a spiritual man, but he could never see himself being a pastor... His life wouldn't agree to such a demanding job, but he felt torn. He didn't want to leave you for the life he lives, but he didn't want to tear you away from the only thing you've ever known.

But, all of his prayers were answered, when you admitted that you didn't want anything to do with the church once your father has passed. It took your life and your freedom, it was all you've known, not by choice, not by force, but for obligation... Your father... and once he dies. your obligation was gone. So Jack took this information and he ran with it. He's a patient man, and his patient paid off, when your father finally passed with a smile on his face. He had already given Jack his blessings of owning the church and marrying you, but Jack wasn't doing that first part.

Your father was buried next to your mother, and you both paid your respect to him, your mother, and the church, by having one last prayer in the church together. Once that was done, you passed the church down to your uncle, and he gladly took it off your hands, what he did with it, you didn't know and you honestly didn't care. You were free, and you were moving to Japan with Jack. You were looking forward to your new life with Jack, and you were ready for it.

Looking out the window of the plane, you stared at the airport building, reading the name of your home town on the building, a sad yet fulfilled look on your face, as you thought over your entire life. You felt sad, leaving it all behind, but you felt like you did good.

He'll walk you home, to any store you want, to all of your classes, he'll complain and grip but he won't leave your side. He doesn't always care to cuddle, but he won't always stop you from initiating it sometimes. He'll always expect a kiss on the cheek though. He loves spending the weekends with you, whether its at home or out and about, it doesn't matter to him, just so long as he can spend time with you. If not, he'll pout and grumble come Monday, going as far as to even give you the silent treatment, but he'll still follow you like a dog.

He's a gentleman in his own strange way, he'll carry objects that he knows are too heavy for you, but he'll let you carry an object that isn't very heavy, but can tire you after awhile. He'll ignore your pleads and complaints for a while before he'll give you annoyed click of his tongue, calling you a pest before he'll take it from you. If you never complain however, he'll just take it from you, he doesn't like seeing you suffer in silence.

Loving Jotaro isn't easy, it's not romantic either, it's hard and can feel discouraging at times. But if you give him time and be patient with him, he'll show his love for you through his actions.

Noriaki Kakyoin

Having a relationship with Noriaki is very simple. He's a simple young man who doesn't want too much nor too little. He'll take you just as you are. He's sweet and will always greet you with a compliment on something new about you everyday. He isn't the most romantic, but he also isn't the most distant either. He's a lovely combination of both. Noriaki is very shy but also very proud, if need be he can be confident and direct, while other times he's more quiet and off to himself.

He loves spending lots of quality time with you, whether its studying, eating lunch, walking to class together, walking you home, going to the store, the arcade, even doing homework together. He doesn't mind. He's not much of a date type of guy, he prefers staying home, playing video games together, watching a movie, drinking tea, reading a book and listening to the rain, or watching a crime documentary. So long as you're both together, safe in the comfort of a home, and enjoying each others company.

He likes cuddles, but not very often, as he gets hot rather easily. He's a gentleman, always going into a building before you just incase there's something horrible going on, he can protect you quicker. He walks on the outside of the sidewalk, shielding you from puddles or just incase some driver is on some weird timing. He likes to sometimes take you shopping, he loves seeing you happy, rambling about something you always wanted.

Noriaki loves you very much, you're precious to him in everyway, and he hopes you'll both be together for many years.

Mohammed Avdol

Having a relationship with Mohammed is both mature and very spiritual, he's heavy on his beliefs and his culture, he doesn't expect you to participate, but he does expect for you to respect hi religion. He's humble, sweet, but confident. He's the type of lover to always talk everything out, no matter how big or small they are.

He's very strict on his own schedule, and will adjust yours accordingly so, this way your day doesn't clash with his. Such as morning hours. When Mohammed wakes up, he'll wake you up 30 minutes after, he'll either already have breakfast prepared, or he'll leave breakfast for you to cook, while he goes and take a shower. During the afternoon, he always has lunch around 11:30 to 12:00 pm, and he expects you to eat with him around that time as well, same for dinner.

Mohammed may be strict on scheduling, but he isn't controlling, what you do throughout the day, is your own business. Mohammed himself is a busy man, he's hardly every home, going off on missions to help his good friend Joseph Joestar, sometimes he'll be gone for a few hours to a few months. During that time, it's up to you to keep up the scheduling he's planned out for both of you, and for you to be loyal and wait for him.

Mohammed isn't overly romantic, as romance isn't his strongest suit, but he does believe in quality time, he'll try his best at romance, by buying you gifts, taking you to different countries for a vacation. He tries, but he's best at quality time, he'll help you cook and clean, he'll watch a movie or a series with you. He'll watch and even try to play a few games. Travel with you from store to store. He tries.

Mohammed is also a very protective man, he'll keep you close whenever you're both out and about, always staying a step behind you, keeping you in view while he scans the crowd. Walking on the outside of the sidewalk, walking into buildings before you. He's a gentleman, always offering to hold things for you when he suspects it could be heavy.

He's not the best when it comes to romance, but he'll always try and meet your standards.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Having a relationship with Jean is very comical. It's sporadic, spontaneous, full of romance, and happiness. Jean likes to keep you laughing or even smiling, he never wants to see a frown on your face. The only times he'll allow it for more than a few seconds is when you're asleep, its a serious situation, or you're having sex. Jean loves to wake you up in the mornings with either hugs and kisses or breakfast in bed. He'll almost always start the day off with a shared shower, and more often than not it turns from innocent to sensual very quickly.

He loves spending time and money with you and on you, he'll always be ready to take you places, whether its out shopping or just a sweet walk through town. Jean loves to watch movies with you, specifically romance, comedies, or action. Never horror and rarely Sci-fi. If you want something to eat, he'll always offer to cook for you, no mater what, he'll make it come true. The moment you want something, he'll immediately buy it or start saving up for it. He loves cuddles and kisses, if you want to stay inside all day then he's down!!

Cozy days are always welcomed, staying inside, hiding from the rain, watching a movie or listening to you read a book, play a game or even watching you do a hobby you love. He welcomes it all. He doesn't necessarily like rainy days, simply because he lost his baby sister on a rainy day, but he doesn't let it stop him from allowing you to enjoy them. He's a sweetheart, always checking in on you, even when he doesn't have to, his love language is quality time, gift giving, and words of affirmations.

He's a gentleman by trade, it's natural for him, always holding your hand in public, always keeping your safety in mind. He walks on the outside of the sidewalk, he'll carry you over puddles, even if its just a drop, just to see you smile and hear you laugh. He'll let you walk into a building first, depending on where you are, but other times he walks in first.

Jean's love for you is to never waver, he always wants you to smile and laugh, he loves romance. He wants to marry you, own the cute little house with a white picket fence, the large green yard and have at least 16 kids.

Dio Brando

Having a relationship with Dio is very questionable. He gives you free range of his castle, he lets you sleep in as long as you wish, allows you to eat when you wish, allows you to use his money as you wish. He leaves you to all of your own devices, you hardly ever see him, but you know where to find him if you truly wished to see him. He keeps your side of the castle full of sunlight, as he knows that humans needs it to live. He allows you to decorate that side as much and however you so please to.

He isn't very romantic, but he knows how to be should he wish to do so. He can be the perfect boyfriend. Shower you in plenty of love and attention, give you gifts upon gifts, spend as much quality time as you wish. He can be a gentleman, open doors for you, pull out your chair, call you beautiful, let you hold onto his arm as you both walk the castle grounds at night. He'll even have breakfast, lunch and dinner with you, eating the tasteless food, making it seem like he could actually taste your cooking. He never lets you see him feast, for he knows that you already know he's a monster, but he doesn't want to be seen as a beast.

However, the only thing he doesn't allow is for you to leave the castle grounds, yes, you may spend as much of his money as you wish, but his servants are doing the shopping. Yes, he'll allow you to have all the technology in the world, but not wi-fi, so long as you're his and you're within his castle... You're unknown to the world.

If you're feeling lonely, come and seek him out, he'll never turn you away if you wish to cuddle, talk or even read together. Or, go and seek out a servant, they're never allowed to turn you away, and if they do, he'll handle them personally.

Setsuna likes to spoil you, he likes to buy you all types of trinkets, snacks, feminine care, skin care, clothes and anything else you may like, he loves activities you can both do together, such as: Cuddling, watching a movie, eating, walking places, choirs, showering, and anything else that can be turned into a shared activity. It's his way of keeping you close, keeping the control.

He likes to let you think you're in control, that you call the shots. He lets you go to stores, hang out with your little friends, dress however you like, do your hair the way you wish. He lets you believe it, with all your sweet little heart. He's so polite, he's a gentle man by default, treating you like a princess... But, the moment he finds out that you're friends with any other man, he becomes a whole different man.

He doesn't let you just jump up and leave anymore, he doesn't let you wear whatever you want anymore, you hardly get to see your friends, he's always questioning you, asking where you're going. Why are you wearing that. Why are you doing your makeup, and your hair? He'll hound you until you just stop doing it all completely. He'll watch you run yourself crazy, he'll watch you become paranoid, he'll watch you fuss, cry, and yell at him in frustration. He'll call you crazy, claim that he's always been his way, and that you're the one who changed for the worst.

He'll play with your intelligent, because he'll still buy you things, he'll remain a gentle man, ever so polite. He'll keep on spoiling you, he'll keep wanting to do activities with you, showing that he hasn't changed at all... It was you. He'll watch you question yourself, slowly changing from the woman you once thought you were into the woman he always knew you could be. However, once he knows that his potential competition has been eliminated... Only then, will everything go back normal.

He'll allow you back out again, he'll allow you to go hang with your little friends again, he'll give your freedom on how you wish to look again... It's like he never changed. And in truth, he never has changed, his love for you is real, don't ever think it's not, everything he does is for you, helping you to develop even when you think you've already developed to you're fullest peak. He'll break you just a little bit, before he pulls back, allowing you to go back to the way you've always been, but he can see the progress, he can see the beautiful damage.

Instead of just jumping up, telling him that you're leaving, you'll ask him if you can go out. You'll ask him if you could hang out with your friends. You'll ask him if you could wear certain outfits... The fear of him going back to whatever that spell was frightened you. You thought it was your fault as to why he changed, so you tried to avoid it, by asking what you could and couldn't do. He loves this wonderful change, for you're finally blossoming into what he always knew you could be.

Across from where he was sitting was a changing room, the light pink doors were all closed, but yours was the only one occupied so far. Andy was relaxed, but you were having a midlife crisis within the stall. Your clothes were thrown carelessly on a sitting bench next to you. They were laid out folded in half but nothing more than that. You, on the other hand, were staring at your reflection in horror. You were trying on bikinis, and so far, you've gone through three, but you didn't like any of them, aside from the one you were wearing currently. It was cute. You actually really liked it. From the color, to the style, and even the design of the bikini itself. It was perfect!!

There is only one issue, though. It was you. Your eyes were locked onto your breasts. You knew they weren't large, but you knew they weren't the smallest either... Though now, you were beginning to wonder if you even have any now... The female who modeled in this bikini, wore it beautifully!! But, you remembered that she had rather plump, full, and beautifully rounded breasts. Yours were small, spaced out... not even a small cleavage. You caressed them, your little confidence falling by the second... Maybe... you should just stick to the swimsuit.... A loud knocking on your door made you jump, yelping as you did.

"YOU ALRIGHT IN THERE, BABE!? YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE FOR A LONG ASS TIME, BEEN REAL QUITE TOO!! ...YOU NEED SOME HELP!?" The sound of Andy's voice sounded out, and you calmed down immediately, taking a breath to relax yourself, you responded. "N-NO!!! I'M FINE!!" You yelled back. "YOU SURE!? NOT STRUGGLING WITH YOUR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU!?" He asked. You rolled your eyes. "YES, I'M SURE!! AND THEY'RE NOT UNDERWEARS, ITS A BIKINI, THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!!" You yelled back. You hated it when he called them underwear... Even if they do look like them.

"NAH, THEY'RE TOTS UNDERWEAR, AND I WANNA SEE EM ON YA, SO LET ME SEE MY PRETTY GIRL!!" He said, you tensed up at his request. Andy has seen you naked a few times, either from taking a shower together or just having sex, which was still a very new thing added into your relationship, he's told you that he didn't mind your small breast, but you weren't so sure... His ex had a humongous set... so you felt out classed, but he swore up and down that he's an ass and thigh man... you weren't so sure about that. "UMMMM!! N-NO!!... NO!! THEY UMMM... THEY DON'T FIT!!??" You yelled, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "HOW!? YOU GRABBED LIKE 5 OF THEM BITCHES!! AND NOT ONE FITS YOUR ASS!?" He countered, your eyes widen in realization before you snatched your head around and you seen all the bikinis, thrown to the side in a heap.

You cursed under your breath. Of course, he'd notice how many you took. The perv was waiting for a show. "WELL..... THEY DON'T FIT RIGHT!! I DON'T KNOW... PROBABLY A COMPANY THING." You yelled back, your piss poor excuse wasn't gonna cut it, but you hoped he'd take the hint, but this was Andy... Of course he wasn't. "I'M COMING IN!!" He declared, your blood ran cold and panic settled into you. "W-WHAT!? YOU CAN'T, THE DOOR'S LOCKED!!!" You shouted in panic. He scoffed. "GONNA TAKE MORE THAN A GIRLY LOCK LIKE THIS TO KEEP ME AWAY FROM YOU!!" He said.

You were flattered but also worried. You were pulled from your fluttering thoughts when he actually began to unlock the damn thing. You wanted to frantically try and pull your clothes on, but you knew you wouldn't be quick enough. You looked at the door and back to your clothes, then back to the door... Fuck it. "OKAY! OKAY!!! I'LL COME OUT!!" You squealed. He instantly stopped. "ALRIGHT!! LET ME SEE YOU, BABY GIRL!!" He shouted in excitement and triumph. You took a few steady deep breaths before you timidly unlocked the door. You poked your head out, looking up at him. You saw his dumb, handsome face and that stupid, cocky, confident, boyish, cute smirk.

You stared at him a moment longer before you pouted up at him. "Move back... I don't trust you." You said in an accusing tone. His smirk did nothing but widen. "Ya don't, huh? Scared I'm gonna snatch your cute ass up and ravage you?" He teased. Your cheeks warmed. "Just stand back!" You fussed, standing your ground. He chuckled, but he took two steps back as requested. He crossed his arms, unarming himself. "No hands.... Better?" He asked. You huffed but nodded. It took a minute, but you eventually crept into his view, and admittedly, your hands were covering your chest, and your legs were somewhat bent together, but he immediately seemed pleased anyways.

He gave an impressed whistle. "Hot damn... I really like that color on you, makes you pop." He complimented. You looked up at him nervously. "R-really?" You asked. He nodded. "Mmhmm, and I can tell, it fits ya good... Probably a little too damn good. You ain't going to nobody pool or beach in that thing!!" He playfully declared, it make you giggle some and his smirk softened into a smile. "Come on, babe...Let me see ya." He said. You hesitated for a bit, nawing at your bottom lip before you slowly straightened out your legs, your arms still crossed over your chest tightly.

He stared at your bottom half intensely, his gaze unmoving, with how intense he was staring you were tempted to cover up again, only not in embarrassment but out of fear of him actually ravaging you, IN PUBLIC!! He finally smiled. "I knew it looked damn good on you, color and all." You flushed, your arms slightly lowering, your fragile confidence was slowly getting built back up. He smirks, either out of triumph at the slight movement of your arms or just him having perverted thoughts. He uncroseed one of his arms, and he twirled his hand around. "Spin around for me, babe, I wanna see ALL of you."

You got your answer, perverted thoughts won. You almost didn't want to, but he made you feel good.... So why not get greedy?? You did a little twirl. "GAWD DAMN!!!" He shouted, and you twirled back around in both panic and embarrassment at his loud voice. A large smile on your face as you looked around frantically. "ANDY!!!" You yelled, trying reprimand him, but the giddy tone in your voice gave you away. He chuckled as he stepped towards you, his hands fully uncrossing as he placed them on your waist. "Sorry babe... It just fits ya, so well... Damn, I'm one lucky ass man." He said as he stared down at you. The love in his eyes were making them seem an even brighter blue.

Your arms were practically loosened now, your defenses falling completely. "You're such a flirt." You accused, but you didn't mind, and he knew you didn't. He gave a boyish chuckle. "Yeah, but I'm your flirt." He said. Your smile widened, his eyes trailed down, and his smirk was back. "Knew this bikini would be sexy." He said. You arched a brow at his sudden change in demeanor, and you looked down, your chest uncovered and on full display. You tensed up and quickly wrapped your arms around yourself, but Andy was quicker, his hands grabbing your wrists firmly yet gently as he kept you from locking up again. "Uh-uh, we're not going back to square one, I've earned this view, damnit." He protested.

You wined in frustration and embarrassment as you tried to fight against his restraints, but he was too strong. "ANDY!!" You fussed, but he just gave that stupid chuckle in response. "I don't see why ya trying to hide from me... You look great, babe... Sexy as hell, too." He said his words of affirmation were flattering, but you couldn't help but to be subconscious. "Nooo...... They're small!!" You defended. His smirk never wavered. "You know I don't care about size, baby. I could've sworn I was all over you late last night." He said, aloud, in public. You looked up at him in horror. "ANDY!!!" He took that moment to separate your arms, holding a wrist in each hand.

"HA-HA!! SUCCESS!!!" He shouted in triumph. Your face heated up, and you tried to pull your hands free, but he didn't even have to struggle to keep you in place. "Don't look!! Don't look!! They're small, spaced out. They're not plump, and they're ugly!!" You fussed, your eyes slowly burning from unshed tears. He said nothing for a while. You refused to look up at him. He said nothing as he directed you with your hands. Turning you around, making your arms cross, keeping your hands in his grip, he hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Open your eyes, doll... See what I see." He whispered. You didn't want to, because you already knew what you looked like... and you didn't like it. But he didn't pressure you. He just gently messaged your wrists, coaxing you to slowly open your eyes. When you did, they instantly locked on your reflection, the mirror in your changing room revealing yourself, you didn't even realize that you left your changing room door wide open. You stared at yourself, seeing nothing but flaws, but you couldn't help but notice him. His stare was intense, heavy, and unblinking. It was sensual, the lust was unmistakable.

Instead of wanting to cover up from embarrassment, you now wanted to cover up out of protection. You weren't scared of him. You were scared of what he was going to do, IN PUBLIC. He wasn't a shy man by any means, and he's probably done every kink known to mankind, some of those he wanted you to try too, but for now, you'll remain vanilla. He kissed your shoulder gently. Before he slowly released your wrists, his hands trailed up your arms until they landed on your upper arms.

"See... You're beautiful doll... Size doesn't matter, not to me it does... I like you just the way ya are... When I first met ya, you were clothed... So why would I just suddenly up and leave ya?? Because of a couple of small breasts?? Not gonna lie, I kind of prefer small breasts. This way, I can hold you tighter, I can give you piggyback rides, and whenever I press you into our mattress, I know you can still breathe." He said with a wink. You rolled your eyes before you smacked his thigh from behind you. He chuckled, unbothered by the smack.

Recently though, He's heard news about a young boy, around Baki's age, who was similar to Baki... But only in looks though... At first, he fanned off the information, not curious at all, but then Tokugawa got in touch with him about the same boy, and if it was from Tokugawa... It's gotta have some promise to it. So, he decided to make a trip to visit the boy, he couldn't even remember what hole he used to make the brat, but it didn't matter. Fortunately for him, the boy lived in Japan, in a nice suburban area, it was your standard middle class neighborhood. A friendly park, great schools, collages, police station wasn't far and neither was the fire department. Yujiro wasn't impressed.

With a carefree life like this... The boy was sure to be a dud. Standing outside of the house where the boy lived, he observed it for a moment, thinking of how he should approach the door. Would he just make himself at home, or would he go through the boy's window... Yujiro's style. Though, before he could make a choice, the decision was made for him when the front door suddenly opened, catching his attention. Exiting the home was a black haired woman, she was pretty, he was confident that she would be. He may have fathered hundreds of children, but he had taste damnit. They all may not be as stunning as Emi, but they were still considered eye candy.

She gave a small startled cry when she noticed him, her hand flying to her chest, he wasn't impressed. "Oh my god... You startled me." She said in a nervous yet relived tone. He snared. "Weak and unaware of your surroundings, pathetic." He said in a displeased tone. This wasn't necessarily a problem for Yujiro, as he was surrounded by these types of people all over the world... But this is supposedly the mother of his brat, so it mattered greatly. She arched a brow at the odd choice of words, she then took in his appearance, scanning him up and down before her eyes slowly lighten with recognition. "Yujiro... Hanma? Is that you?" She asked as she pointed at him.

He scoffed. "Surprised you even remember me, seeing as how I barely remember you." He said. She gave him and unimpressed and an annoyed stare as she placed her hand on her hip. "Yup... You're defiantly him. Shorter hair, more wrinkles, taller, and bigger... But still the same arrogant, selfish, beastly, dickheaded bastard... Good to see some people never change." She said in a flat tone. This, brought a smirk to Yujiro face. "Glad to see you've grown some fire at least... I vaguely remember a black haired woman... She was annoyingly clingy, whiny, and bitchy as hell." He countered. She rolled her eyes. "Why are you here? I haven't seen you in like 15 - 16 years? What made you crawl up out of the woodworks?" She asked as she leaned against the door frame crossing her arms.

He graced her with an answer, seeing as how she gained some of his respect. Not many has the guts to talk shit to him, so she deserves some damn respect. "I've been told I have a son here, and I'm here to see the punk." He said. She cocked a brow at him. "... You're here to see Kota?... What? Gonna play daddy now after all these years? If so, you're late as shit, I've been married and he see's my husband as his father." She said with resentment, and honestly, he couldn't blame her. He got her knocked up, she had the baby and after one glace he was gone... He'd be mad too... But he honestly didn't give a shit.

He scoffed. "I don't give a damn about none of that sweet shit, I'm just here to see the boy is all, I could careless about what kind of life ya'll got going on." He answered honestly. She stared at him for a moment before she gave a sigh and stepped out. "Make it quick, and by time when I get back, I want you gone, got it?" She said, laying down some ground rules, he scoffed but the gleam in his eyes screamed impressed. He didn't respond and he didn't ask where she was going, he just walked into the home like he owned the place, slamming the door behind him, he locked it, it may not seem like it, but he was a very respectful man. He looked around the home, taking in the domesticated atmosphere. His lip curled up in disgust. His son was already showing signs of weakness.

He looked a round some more before his eyes landed on a staircase, seeing it, he made a beeline straight for it. It didn't take him long to find the door that housed his brat, it was covered in rock bands, a few symbols and some more ludicrous things that he may or may not have recognized. His doubt was increasing by the minute, but once he see's the punk... He'll have his answers. He grabbed the knob and twisted it, but the door was locked, he gave an annoyed scoff. "Spoiled brat." He scoffed before he forced his way in, pushing the door off of it's hinges. The wood splintered and popped, making the boy in his room jump, his headphones going crooked on his head as he turned in a panic, to his door, his gamer chair swiveling aggressively.

He stared wide eyed at the large man in his doorway, holding his door by its knob like it weighed no more than bread. Yujiro smirked in satisfaction at the boy's fear. "Come now, son... Haven't your mother taught ya, no locked doors in this house?" He teased. The boy remained stock still, the sound of his game sounding out from his crooked headphones, his teammates calling his gamer tag as they were possibly getting wrecked. He blinked in confusion and fear before he shouted. "MOOOM!?" He was scared and needed answers. Yujiro snared, not liking this display of co-decency, he shouted. "ANSWER ME BOY!!" He shouted making the boy jump before he frantically shook his head. "N-NO!!" He shouted back in fear. Yujiro glared at him in disappointment, taking in the boy's appearance. He didn't seem strong, he doesn't even look like he's lifted a single weight in his life... True, he did look strikingly like Baki.

Minus the mole, the hair color, eye colors, and even his completion. He was pale as hell, probably even more pale than what he usually was when he wasn't scared shitless. His hair was black and slightly longer than, Baki's, and his eyes were either black or an extremely dark brown... But, Yujiro wanted to test something anyways. Throwing the door onto the bed, causing the boy's large eyes to follow it. Yujiro spoke up. "Get up." He ordered. The boy snatched his eyes back at the man, before he blinked in confusion, asking himself if this beast of a man spoke to him or not. At his silence Yujiro snarled. "ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING!? I SAID 'GET UP'!!" He shouted, making the boy jump once more before he shot up.

His gaming headphones were attached to his PC, snagging as he stood up straight, he stumbled a bit by instance trying to save his expensive headphones, He quickly took them off, placing them down on his keyboard before he stood up straight once more. Yujiro scoffed in utter disappointment. "What a fucking joke... Tokugawa bugged me for this!? You're even sorrier than Jack's worthless ass, at least he looks strong. You looked like if you even dared to push a twig it'll knock you the hell out with just a leaf alone... You're probably the most worthless seed I've ever produced." He insulted. The boy said nothing, staying stock still as he stared at Yujiro with nothing but fear, but his last few words caught him off guard.

"S-Seed??? W-what the he-hell does that mea-n-n?" He asked in a shaking voice. Yujiro huffed. "And you're a dumbass too. Baki may not be my brightest son, but he sure as hell looks like Einstein next to you right about now." He shot. The boy's confused stare only deepened. "What the hell are you on about?? Who even are you!?" He asked, he was more confused than scared at this point. Yujiro clicked his tongue. "Doesn't matter anymore, I've already seen all that I wanted to see... Forget you ever saw me... Damn waste of my time, when I see Tokugawa, I'm going to give that old bastard a piece of my mind." He said in annoyance as he turned away and walked back down the hall heading towards the stairs. The boy stood still, staring at the area the man was just at, his mind running a thousand miles a minute. The sound of the front door opening and closing sounded out, and the boy sighed.

He stood there a moment longer, before he gathered the confidence to walk towards his temporarily, permanent open doorway. He timidly peaked out, not seeing anything, he sighed a breath of relief, before he tipped down the stairs, his eyes scanning the ground floor as he descended over the railing. Once on the ground floor, he stared further into the house, looking into the kitchen, he sighed once more, before he looked at the front door, he noticed it was unlock and he quickly locked it before he looked out the peephole/spyglass, seeing nothing, he finally relaxed and he leaned back against the door, sliding down to the floor till he sat down. He sat there for a long time, the only reason he got up was because he ass began to hurt. Grunting as he stood up, a blank stare on his face for a while longer before a splitting grin broke his face.

He raced up the stairs, running into his bedroom, he looked at all the broken wood chips on his floor, then over at the door on his bed and lastly at the broken doorframe. With an excited gleam in his eyes he ran over to his computer, seeing his chat go crazy with concern, confusion, and laughing emojis. He sat back down in his chair getting comfortable before he slipped his headset back on, his chat already spamming 'hellos', 'welcome back', and questions. His friends that he was playing with were asking him where he went, and with an excited voice he spoke. "Guys!! You won't believe what the fuck just happened to me!! The Ogre Himself, was just in my room!!" He yelled in excitement. His chat went wild, some calling him a liar, while others were actually trying to defend him as they believed him, his friends were shouting. "PROOF OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!"