*Can Haru face her ordeal bravely like a true future mafioso's wife? Can Yamamoto accept his first contract killing against a rival gang when he has no backup? Find out in this brutal chapter! Warning, adult themes.

*Chapt. 3*

*A Random road in a filthy rich neighborhood*

The black Mercedes wound its way through the perfectly manicured streets of the wealthy community. They had come to where the houses large, each one more opulent than the last. Eventually it stopped at the gated entrance of a mansion and was allowed entrance to the circular drive by the gate guard. There was quite a show of security; every corner of the house had a guard on watch. Haru gaped at the massive house. Who lived here? Yuan snapped her fingers to get her attention.

"Hey, pay attention. You're seeing Mr. Kosui tonight. THE Kosui, the big boss, he's the founding pillar of the Kosui yakuza cartel so you'd better make it worth his while for sparing your pathetic family's lives. Now remember what I told you. Let him lead and do whatever he wants without complaining. He's rough but he shouldn't hurt you too bad if you do what you're told." Yuan tried to smile kindly, but the hard lines around her jaw tightened which meant that she was trying to sugar coat it. This made Haru's anxiety level skyrocket. She had been sick to her stomach the entire trip but now her nerves had reached a frenzy pitch and she felt like vomiting.

"He has his hands extremely deep into the financial world's pockets and its your job to keep him happy if you know what's good for you. He has the ability to wipe the debt or make it so heavy even your grandchildren's grandkids wont be able to pay it back."

Haru nodded dejectedly.

"Smile, pretend you're with your super cute boyfriend back there. My advice is to let your mind and imagination drift. It won't be so bad once you get used to it."

And with that bit of optimism hanging in the air they trudged up the steps to the double oak paneled door. A maid ushered them into a very large parlor where they were seated on a white overstuffed couch with a side table full of crystal booze decanters and goblets. The place was immaculate, but the stank of greed dulled the senses and detracted from the dazzling decor.

It wasn't but a moment before two men strode onto the floor. One man was clearly a bodyguard complete with a curly ear bud lacing down the back of his neck. The other man was an intimidating mixture of muscle mixed with a massively swollen pot-belly. His fleshy neck and bulging jowls for a jawline showed a man past his prime who had indulged so much in the finer luxuries of life. He had ended up looking rather like a catfish. Authority permeated the air around him and the hard eyes and deep frown lines on his face showed every bit the brutal gangster and businessman he was. The Madam was given a customary hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Yuan my friend, how are you?" his voice sounded like he ate nails and gravel for breakfast.

"Business is booming as usual." She quipped merrily, "And how are you Mr. Kosui?"

"Fine, fine. Just put the squeeze on the manager of the Jakinza district. I'm up another cool ten grand!" he laughed unpleasantly.

With the formalities exchanged the powerful man sat down with a flop on the couch opposite and opened his arms wide. "So, who have you brought me this time?"

"This is Haru, she's 14 and is a virgin. You will actually be her first client." Haru was so tense that she accidently started to make a noise of correction…she was actually sixteen, but then stopped when a sharp look came her way.

"Well now, let me take a good look. Stand up girl." He rubbed his chin and eyed Haru like he would a fish for its freshness at the local supermarket. Yuan pinched her sharply on the thigh so the frightened girl attempted a smile. The man whistled long and slow, he grinned and slapped his knee.

"Yuan, you've outdone yourself this time. She's like a mixture of that Canadian punk-rock singer chick, I forget her name, Avril something, and a young model I screwed when I was at fashion week in Paris last year. A virgin you say? Well, even if she isn't, tomorrow morning she's gonna be sore as hell like one, hah-hah! Little girl, I may have to keep you with me for more than one night." He laughed crassly and he pulled out a thick wad of cash from his pocket and pulled out several bills and handed them to the handler. "Here's a tip Yuan, keep the change." Yuan snatched them greedily.

"Thank you Mr. Kosui, you are too generous. Please enjoy yourself." She bowed and then furiously counted the bills as she walked towards the door, calling out over her shoulder. "Call me whenever you are done with her and I'll pick her up and take her to the club." Kosui nodded and waved her out the door.

*On the highway*

"Which way now Reborn?!" Yamamoto cried out against the wind. He was flying at top speed down the roads on his motorcycle, coattail flapping and knuckles white against the throttle. His katana was strapped to his back. Reborn was navigating him through the helmet receiver radio.

"Turn right off the pike and go east." Reborn had quickly found the address for Kosui's mansion and was navigating him by satellite positioning from the command center in Italy. Yamamoto pushed the throttle more. Adrenaline poured through his system. He was absolutely furious and scared to death that he wouldn't make it in time. He could NOT let any harm come to a member of his famiglia; especially not one of the girls.

Haru's words "I just wanted my first kiss to be with someone I knew" and the memory of her lips on his still burned. The thought of her being forced to satisfy the depraved desires of hostile men made his blood boil. He understood that speed was of the essence. He HAD to find her quickly. Reborn had advised against informing Tsuna for the moment because he was deep in conference with the Italian family heads at the moment and there was not a single thing they could do from thousands of miles away. The baby assassin had told Takeshi outright to do two things…find Haru and kill Kosui.

It was time for Yamamoto to take his first official killing contract and display his skills as the Vongola family's hitman. Personally Yamamoto was completely fine with that, and at the same time he firmly established a new rule deep into his psyche…anyone who would intentionally harm the Vongola women NEEDED killing.

*At the Mansion*

Haru set her mouth in a hard line as Kosui escorted her down the marble hallway with a meaty hand on the small of her back. He reached down and gripped her butt, making her stiffen as he chuckled. This was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not so she had better mentally prepare herself.

She really, really hadn't wanted her first sexual experience to be with a stranger and especially not with a fat, ugly old man with sausage fingers. She had always envisioned tender caresses and blushing words with someone young, strong, and loving.

To keep herself from throwing up into the closest potted plant, she kept the image of the look on her parent's faces with that gun being held to their heads in her mind. She HAD to do this.

Mr. Kosui draped a heavy arm around her shoulder and led her up a plush carpet stairwell to the master bedroom.

"Don't be so tense girly, Im gonna show you what its like to be with a real man and not the little dicks you hang out with at school." He chuckled at her unease. He really was pleased with the look of this one- she was tiny, slender and absolutely adorable. Barely budded into womanhood just how he liked them.

Haru bit her lip and clenched her fists as she was ushered into the biggest bedroom she had ever seen. A flat screen TV flickered on the wall above a fireplace with couches and chairs around it. The far wall had a large balcony with sliding glass doors decorated in hanging ivy. The night outside was getting blacker as the sun had now completely set. Haru's eyes looked warily at the massive four-poster bed on her right...the scene of her rapidly approaching ordeal. Kosui walked to a table and poured himself a glass of whisky.

"You can leave now Aito." He said aloud without so much as a look back at the body guard. The door clicked and latched. Kosui turned around, sipped his booze, and stared at her body with obvious lust. Haru stood awkwardly in the middle of the room and squirmed under that intense stare. Her skin crawled and she wanted to sink and disappear into the carpet. She determined in her mind that she wouldn't show weakness and give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"I am not a gentle man so if you ARE a virgin, you had better prepare yourself." His eyes narrowed and he loosened his shirt to throw it on the floor while downing the rest of his whisky. He had the type of potbelly that was so large and firm that you could have set a drink glass on it and it would have stayed upright like sitting on a shelf. His massive shoulders had once been firm and strong but now they sloped and the hair on his chest had become patchy and gnarled.

He reached out and pushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

"You're really hot to still be in junior high…I'll keep my eye on you in the future." He stepped closer and she stepped back. He kept advancing and she kept retreating as they made a circle around the room until her back hit the cool glass of the sliding doors that led to the balcony.

"Scared?" he licked his lips.

Damn right she was scared. He grabbed her shoulders and forced his lips to hers and she started to struggle as his massive belly squished her slender frame against the glass. His alcohol breath made it hard for her to breath. He pulled back with a hateful look and smacked her across the face. Haru gasped and felt her cheek, this was the second time she had been hit today in that same spot.

" Struggle away. I like it even better. You young sluts today just don't know how to take the pain like the old ones did. Scream as loud as you want but no one's gonna come for you." He laughed. He pinched her hard on the chest making her yelp. Revulsion and misery swept through Haru's body and the tears that had been threatening to come suddenly fell down her face.

So much for not letting him have the satisfaction of seeing me cry. She thought. She had tried desperately to be strong, but now that the moment of truth was here all she could do was whimper. How embarrassing, how could I have ever called myself a future Mafioso's wife. Who will want me after this?

Kosui whipped her around and smashed her face against the glass. He held her there with one hand and ripped the vest from off her shoulders and yanked off the tie. He bent over her and squished her harder against the glass with his belly and started to kiss her neck and shoulder, she yelped as he bit into her flesh hard enough to draw blood. Her first hickey. He laughed and fiddled with the button on her hip that held up her skirt. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as she felt his hands run across her stomach, one reached up under her shirt to cup her breast.

*On the Street*

Yamamoto parked his motorcycle around a corner and crept on foot towards the massive mansion that Reborn had directed him to. High walls surrounded it and several guards with semiautomatic rifles slung on their shoulders were milling about. A handler with a snapping German shepherd stood at the gated entrance. His sharp eyes could see a few more men with waist pistols wandering around inside near the house. What a fortress! This Kosui must be very powerful indeed to have this much standing security.

"I'm here Reborn, what now?"

"Scout the perimeter, try to find a way in and kill anyone that spots you." Reborn said over the cell phone.

"Reborn, there is a LOT of guards. Any tips for this kind of infiltration?"

"Start out quietly with silent throat slits as long as you can. I'm going to try and send you some backup from Dino but don't count on them arriving for a few hours at least. They're far away and it'll take time. Time that Haru doesn't have. You're on your own so trust your instincts and the training I gave you."

"Got it boss. I'll do my best." Yamamoto nodded.

. "Yamamoto, take this more seriously than any opponent you have ever faced. You MUST kill Kosui and anyone who gets in your way. Be brutally efficient. This is a hard first contract, but remember why you are here. They WILL rape her and possibly kill her. You are the Vongola family's personal hit man and it's your job to protect our women. Now hang up the phone and get to work." Reborn spoke calmly and businesslike which gave gravity to his words.

*click* the phone went dead. Yamamoto jogged across the street and walked along the wall towards the back of the mansion looking for a way in. He needed to find a dark, weakly guarded area. Seeing a likely spot on the wall that had a few handholds Takeshi climbed and leaped over perimeter and crouched in the bush below. Suddenly movement caught his eye from one of the upper story windows. His eyes widened in shock and alarm. Haru's distressed face was seen smashed to the glass and she was crying and gritting her teeth. A man was towering behind her and fondling her. Yamamoto's

jaw grit down and his teeth clenched until he could feel them crack. His fist clenched until the veins stood high. The man with Haru turned her around to face him, pulled her arms up and yanked her shirt off above her head before pinning her shoulders and slapping her across the face and shouting at her. Yamamoto Takeshi was filled with a type of rage he had never felt before-the deadly rage of a man against another man over a stolen and mistreated woman.

Haru had to think of something else. ANYTHING else except what was happening to her body. She looked over her shoulder and out the glass door and searched frantically for something to focus on. She could see all the way out to the main road. A high wall separated it from the property but she could see a street lamp illuminating a large circle of sidewalk. She focused on the glowing light and the moths fluttering around it. She desperately wanted to cry out for help, for someone to save her, but there was no one to hear. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen.

Tsuna…she wished Tsuna was here.…Tsuna…or Yamamoto…Yamamato? Her eyes widened. Movement in the bushes below caught her attention. The figure of a tall, athletic young man standing in the yard materialized. He had a stricken look of alarm on his face as he looked straight at her.

"Takeshi!" she suddenly cried without thinking.

"Huh? Who's that?" Mr. Kosui looked out and saw the spiky haired boy. His eyes narrowed. "Is that your boyfriend?" The gangster slid open the door to the balcony and shoved Haru out against the railing.

"Hey kid! How did you get in?" Kosui yelled.

"Takeshi what are you doing here?!" Haru cried as she gripped the railing.

So much for being stealthy. Yamamoto mentally kicked himself as he stepped out of the bushes and glared up at the catfish.

"You made a grave mistake Kosui! You have a lot of nerve kidnapping a woman of Vongola!" "Vongola? Whats that? Sounds like a type of salad." Kosui laughed.

"Did you come to watch me fuck your girl's brains out? I always welcome an audience."

"Let her go!" Yamamoto yelled.

"Or what? You gonna call your mommy on me? Or maybe the cops? Well guess what, I OWN the cops. You got balls coming here kid but Im the head of the Kosui Yakuza and I don't take threats from hairless brats who still drink milk."

Yamamoto pulled his katana out from its sheath on his back. The Blade glistened in the pale light from the distant street lamps. He pointed it menacingly up at Kosui.

"Let her go or I swear I will stick you like a pig. I am the assassin for the 10th head of Vongola and you have insulted and assaulted one of our women. That is unforgivable." Takeshi shouted fearlessly. Haru felt a glimmer of hope for the first time and she let out a small gasp of a smile which Kosui didn't miss. He yanked Haru's ponytail to pull her head back, moved one of her bra straps down off her shoulder and kissed her on the neck before mockingly hissing in her ear.

"Now see what you did. She certainly liked that little speech. Just look at your boy down there girl, Look at your knight in shining armor, he came to save you. Too bad I have to kill him." Then he called down to Takeshi.

" Big words and a big sword for such a tiny man. Lets have some fun boy. Here's what I think of your threat." Haru cried out as thick fingers dived into the front of her skirt and down into her panties, roughly gripping that which should be handled gently and lovingly.

"STOP!" Yamamoto shouted.

"Come on up kid and we'll see who does the sticking tonight!" Kosui then grappled a struggling Haru back into the room.

"No! Takeshi! Help me! Get me out of here!" Haru panicked as the sliding door crashed shut.

"Aito! We have an intruder!" Kosui yelled and the door burst open as the bodyguard sprang in.

"There's a kid in the yard. Bring him to me and I want him alive!" Aito nodded and ran off down the hall speaking rapidly into his earpiece. "And as for you." Kosui turned his attention to the trembling girl in his grip. "we're going to wait patiently till your boy gets here and then you are going to watch as I cut his balls off and feed them to him." He grinned with glee. Staring up into this monster's eyes, Haru suddenly found backbone and spit in his face. Kosui immediately punched her in the face.

"You'll never catch him. He's the Rain Guardian." She growled, wiping her cheek.

"Rain guardian? Is that from a video game?" Kosui wiped off his face.

"You're going to be sorry you ever messed with him. Takeshi is the personal hit man for the 10th boss of Vongola and he is going to carve you into pieces." She spat the words with a fierceness she didn't know was in her. Takeshi was going to save her and this whole nightmare would end. Then her eyes saw sparks and her lip split wide open as she took another heavy punch to the jaw.

*Will Yamamoto make it past the guards? What will happen to our pair if Kosui gets the upper hand? Next chapter is brutal so do not read if you are young and less than 16 years of age. Please respect M rating.