*Yamamoto receives his scar. Please, please respect M rating and do not read if less than 16 or cannot handle adult themes, some language, and depictions of violence.

*Chapt. 4*

*Side of Kosui's mansion*

Yamamoto bolted down the side of the house looking for a doorway to lead him inside. Two henchmen rounded the corner and dashed towards him brandishing their pistols. The rain guardian continued his course, whipped his sword around and both thugs went down in a spray of arterial blood against the wall. They had underestimated his speed.

Surprisingly he didn't feel any horror at taking these men's lives. He had expected his first real kills to make him feel remorse or queasy but he felt nothing. Another guard with a dog came up and released the bridle. Yamamoto unleashed his blue spirit rain dog who flew into the German Shepherd making the canine yelp and dash away in fear. Then Yamamoto skewered the handler through the chest. Again, he felt nothing. It was almost…natural. It was just like Reborn had said a long time ago. Yamamoto had in-born abilities as a hit man. A bullet report reached his ear just as a bullet whizz-banged past him and several men could be heard huffing towards him. In the darkness Yamamoto dodged behind a tree, took stock of his surroundings and quickly deduced the best route.

Dodging from tree to bush to a standing Greek statue, he flanked the three guards till he came behind the last one and cut him down with a slash to the back. Then using the base of the statue as a stepping stone he leaped into the air and cracked through the skull of the second thug. The third man unleashed a blast of fire with his submachine rifle but Yamamoto jumped to the side to land on all fours, dodged again with a quick body reflex and threw a small knife through the air to imbed into the man's forehead. Another trick Reborn had taught him. He had several throwing knives stashed in a case strapped to the small of his back. Now the front doorway was free and he darted through it to seek the stairs. His sneakers squeaked on the floors.

"Haru!" He yelled, his voice echoing, as he found the stairs that led to a large landing at the top. Sprinting up he turned in circles to decide which way to go. "Haru where are you!"

A bullet smashed into the wall behind him and two men sprinted up the stairs after him. Diving to hide behind the banister Yamamoto crashed into a side table and it fell on top of him. A metal tray with goblets broke on the floor. Takeshi stabbed the tip his sword into the floor so that it stuck upright and with the other hand grabbed a fistful of the broken glass, not caring that it cut his palms. He fumbled to grab a hold of the tray. As the two guards reached the top of the stairs and trained their pistols Yamamoto yelled.

"Don't shoot! I give up. See I'm unarmed!" he pointed back at his sword in the ground. The guards lowered their weapons and angrily advanced on him.

"Get on the ground now! On your knees." Yamamoto complied though he still held the tray and clenched his fist in the other to hide the glass.

"I would like nothing better than to put a bullet in your brain right now, but the boss would want that privilege. I hope he slices you up bit by bit real slow. Now put your hands behind your back." The first guard grumbled as he went to grab Yamamoto's wrist. Unfortunately the guy wasn't expecting an eyeful of glass that sent splinters deep into his retinas. Takeshi grabbed him and used him as a human shield as the other guard opened fire. Throwing the metal tray with baseball accuracy the rain guardian hit the threat in the hand, tripping up his pistol just long enough for Takeshi to grab the sword behind him and run it through the hapless lackey's gut. Then he used the discarded pistol to shoot one last guard who picked that unfortunate moment to come around the corner. Nine, Yamamoto had just killed nine men in cold blood and he didn't care.

A cry of pain down the hallway snatched his ear. Haru! Darting to his left he sprinted faster than he had ever sprinted before. Adrenalin surged. He had no idea what he would do when he got there but he knew he had to get there fast. And that was his mistake.

In his inexperience, Yamamoto had let his emotion surge to such a height that his feet got ahead of his head and he wasn't expecting to be jack-knifed across the throat from a side doorway.

Aito stepped out of the opening and shook out his shoulder. He had thrown a savage haymaker across Yamamoto's neck, knocking him clean off his feet on onto his back so hard that it knocked the wind out of him. Aito followed it up with a brutal gut punch to the diaphragm and then a few bone crunching smashes to the teen's face. Yamamoto lay there stunned and trying to breath.

"You're good at killing boy, but not THAT good. You just took out the trash. I, however, will not go easy on you." Aito said dryly as he shook out his knuckles. "The boss wants to see you."

*Inside the bedroom*

Haru waited as she listened to the shooting and shouting outside. She fingered her split lip and wiped away the blood that had dribbled on her chin. Kosui had told her to sit on the couch while he arranged the furniture. He had pushed the coffee table to the side of the room, turned a big overstuffed chair around by the fireplace and put a straight backed chair in the middle of the room in front of it. Now he sat with his huge stomach protruding halfway across his lap, twiddling a pair of handcuffs around with one finger and humming a happy little tune to himself. His confidence and contentment unnerved her. Shouldn't he be at least a little bit nervous about a swordsman coming to kill him?

The door crashed open, startling her, but it wasn't the grand entrance of a conquering hero that greeted her eyes. Aito threw a stunned and bleeding Yamamoto onto the floor and then shut the door.

"Takeshi!" Haru gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Ah! You've finally arrived. I've been waiting forever little knight." Kosui purred.

"He took out almost every guard in the house." Aito said testily.

"Well then, you should have hired better ones." The boss sneered.

Aito handed Yamamoto's katana to the fat man who held it up in the air and whistled in admiration.

"Wow…that's sharp toy for a kid." He pointed the tip of at the boy's head. "Didn't your mother tell you not to run with sharp objects. You could have gotten hurt." Takeshi staggered to his knees and hugged his abdomen, coughed, and then drooled bloody spittle onto the floor. Kosui stood up and angrily kicked him in the face.

"Don't drool on the carpet, its bad manners."

"Don't hurt him!" Haru blurted and dashed to Yamamoto's side to try to shield him.

"Back off chick, the men are talking." A heavy boot shoved her aside.

"Haru, get away." Takeshi gasped between difficult breaths. The air sure was taking its sweet time returning to his lungs. Kosui ignored Haru and grabbed Takeshi by the hair and hauled him up to sit in the straight chair where Aito quickly cuffed his hands behind him.

Lifting another decanter of whisky from the table, the yakuza boss took a long swig before pouring the rest of it onto Yamamoto's head drenching him. Yamamoto coughed some more and then Kosui smacked him gently on the side of the cheek a few times.

"Wake up kid. You can't sleep yet, we've got too many things to do." Yamamoto opened his eyes and glared hotly at the boss.

"Ah, there you are. Nice eyes, I like 'em. Welcome to my private bedroom. Not many men get to see this place. I usually reserve it for my female guests only, but in your case, I can make an exception." Kosui smiled pleasantly. Throwing his bulk back into the overstuffed chair with a huff he put a hand to his chin.

"Now tell me kid, how is it that you, a teenager, could have killed all of my highly trained and heavily armed guards with just a sword?"

"You obviously didn't pay them enough." Yamamoto grinned with bloody teeth. "And they weren't THAT heavily armed." Kosui laughed.

"He's a funny kid this one. I like him. I'd hire him if I didn't have to kill him." He leaned in close. "Who are you exactly? Yakuza? Vigilante? Did the Jikinza group send you?"

"I told you in the yard, Im the rain guardian of Vongola." Yamamoto slid down in the chair to loosen out his arms. The circulation was starting to cut off as the metal cuffs bit into his wrists.

"Vongola? Vongola…Vongola…Oh yeah, I think I've heard of them. They're an Italian mafia. What did you do, Google the name or something before you came? They don't exist outside of Italy, much less Japan you moron. I would know because I know everyone in the Asian underworld. Seriously, someone of your caliber has got to be working for someone I know in this town. I want to know exactly who you work for and Im gonna get it out of you one way or the other."

Kosui had so far neglected Haru but now he padded heavily over, grabbed her by the nape of the neck and shoved the squirming girl onto her knees in front of Yamamoto's chair. He ripped the rubber band out of her ponytail to let her hair fall free to her shoulders. Yamamoto cursed himself because even under these tragic circumstances his male brain couldn't help but appreciate the view because Haru was barefoot and shirtless. All she had on was her bra and school skirt barely skimming mid-thigh and they worked hard on the imagination. Since when had she grown those lovely flaring hips, pronounced collarbones and long, lean limbs?

"You like the view don't ya boy, she's a beauty so hot you'll piss yourself. In a year or two she'll have Victoria's Secret knocking at her door just begging for a photo op and a hand job. A lot of wars have been fought over beautifully women, but let me ask you this, is this particular tight little ass really worth all this effort and bloodshed?" The boss ran a few fingers through her hair. Haru cringed.

"Don't touch her you jackass!" Takeshi bridled.

"Oh im gonna do more than touch her boy. For you see, it's obvious that you're the pistol she's riding hot on at the moment, and there is nothing I like better than watching men wilt and their pride die knowing that I have overpowered them and taken their women."

Yamamoto grit his teeth and a sickening dread flooded his chest.

"All this can be avoided if you'll tell me who you work for."

"I told you, I am the rain guardian for the Vongola mafia. I came to save Haru."

"And I'm telling you you're lying and are trying to make a fool of me!"

Aito handed his boss a long thin stick.

"Thank you Aito, you always anticipate what I need. Now Yamamoto-kun, since you are so uncooperative, I want you to look at this skin here." He ran a hand across Haru's shoulders. She was still on her knees between yamamoto's chair and Kosui stood behind her gripping her hair. She cringed at his touch and looked at Takeshi with obvious fear.

"So smooth, so soft. This is a riding crop girl. Ever seen one? They're used to whip horses when they wont obey and your boyfriend is not obeying right now so you gotta pay." Kosui's face sneered and gripped her arm tightly and began to smash her across the back with the reed causing her to buck and pull away as the crop bit into exposed skin. It really hurt!

. Now TELL me, who is he!? Who does this punk work for?!" Perspiration broke out on his lip as he beat her. Haru repeated over and over as tried to jerk her arm free, "HE'S MAFIOSO!" Long rows of welts appeared and began to bleed down her back.

"Vongola doesn't exist outside of Italy! I would know if there was a Japanese branch. I'm sick of this. I know exactly how to deal with you two." Then he turned his deadly gaze towards Yamamoto.

"Boy, you play with bull and you sometimes get the horns." He grabbed the discarded takana from the couch. "Aito, hold his face still."

"W-What are you doing?" Yamamoto felt coldness creep up his spine. Until this moment he had not felt any lack of faith that they would get out of this somehow like they always did.

This was NOT how he had imagined this going at all. He was a mafia hitman, a trained guardian with control over the power of Rain. He was Vongola! He had overcome countless obstacles and opponents. He had been quite proud of his skills but now he realized that all of that counted for nothing when he couldn't even move an inch to fight lowlife scum like this. Aito grabbed his head in a headlock to keep is still. He squirmed in the chair, tried to kick at Kosui as the man advanced with his sword.

"STOP! Don't kill him! Please don't kill him!" Haru pleaded as she rushed at the boss's broad back. She was knocked down with a swift kick to the stomach.

"Stay down bitch. Im not gonna kill him yet. But he needs a present from the Kosui Yakuza so the so called "Vongola" boss will get the message when they find your bodies." Then he proceeded to carve a deep slit down the side of Yamamoto's chin. Takeshi grit in pain and blood poured down the side of his neck and soaked the front of his shirt.

"Shall I give you a matching one on the other side?" Aito turned Takeshi's head forcefully to the other side as the hyperventilating boy stared up at him wild eyed. Kosui reached to administer it when Haru recovered enough to jump on his back, grip his hair in her nails and bite him on the ear. Kosui yelped, dropped the Katana and ripped the girl off his back. She took a chunk of his ear with her and spit it out on the floor. Kosui a hand to his ear, looked at the blood on his fingers and then laughed his head off.

"Hahahaha! That surprised me you bitch! Yamamoto that is quite the little ball-breaker you got there. If you are indeed Mafioso you chose well cause she's definitely mob-wife material. Where on earth did that ferocity come from? You might be cute on the outside, but who knew you were such a wildcat!" Kosui reached down and pulled Haru to her feet.

"Oh well, an eye for an eye." He said blithely and then he smashed her across the face with the riding crop so hard she was stunned. Yamamoto cried out as if he'd been the one hit and he pulled against his chair. The skin on Haru's face raised an excoriated welt horizontally across the bridge of her nose, under her eye and almost to her ear.

"Lets skip all this foreplay and go straight to the main course shall we." Kosui's gleeful face made Haru's heart beat hard in her chest as he removed his belt from around his ample waist and grabbed her wrists in his iron grip and wrapped them tightly in the thick leather.

"Please don't do this." She tried one more time in a thin plaintive voice. The air around him changed to icy indifference.

"Shut up. Mafia women should know that this is their lot in life." Then Kosui roughly broke the clasp on the side of her skirt and unzipped the zipper. It dropped to the floor and she was left in only her underwear.

"Blood red panties…a fitting match for what's about to happen to you." He then turned her to face Yamamoto.

"Oh Yamamoto, the things you're gonna watch tonight. You wont have to pay for this particular porno, it's on the house. Aito make sure he doesn't close his eyes. Now, on your knees Vongola bitch." Haru looked at Takeshi miserably as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Their eyes connected and instantly they both knew they were completely within this man's grasp.

"NOW. On your knees you whore!" Kosui was getting angry at how long this was taking. He shoved her to her knees.

"Unzip me." He grabbed her belt-strapped wrists and put the fingers on his waistband. The girl's eyes widened.

"No." Haru shook her head.

"Aito, slit his throat." Kosui ordered. Aito slipped the katana under Yamamoto's neck and adjusted his grip. Yamamoto let out a squelched cry.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!" Haru fumbled with the button and then the zipper.

Stomach turning nausea overwhelmed Haru and she hesitated. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to not do what she was about to do. Kosui smacked her on the side of the head and grabbed her hair roughly around the ear.

"Stick that little pink tongue out. That all you gotta do. Honestly, a girl your age not knowing how to blow a guy off? It's depressing!" and with that Haru forced herself to do as he wanted. She couldn't breathe and her taste buds rebelled but she did it anyway.

Yamamoto cringed in torment, he tried looking anywhere other than what was happening in front of him. He saw Haru's tears and felt tears well up in his own eyes and trickle down his face. He felt Haru's shame reach across to overwhelm him. He was furious, helpless, and appalled that he couldn't stop what was happening to her. She was saving his life by allowing herself to be degraded. He tried desperately to move and pull against his handcuffs but Aito tightened the edge of his katana against his neck, paper-cutting the skin and drawing beads of blood.

"Keep watching or I promise I'll slaughter you like a hog on the spot." The bodyguard's evil voice whispered into his ear. Haru began to choke, she coughed violently as she spit on the floor. The poorly tied belt around her wrists loosened and she pulled her hands apart so she could grasp her throat.
"Ahhhhh...that felt so good." Kosui sighed in satisfaction. He smiled over at Takeshi.

"Yamamoto you look left out. You wanna join?" Then the boss pulled the wretched girl over and shoved her onto the boy's lap.

"Wrap your legs around your boyfriend for the last time girl. Make him good and stiff. Neither of you are going to survive the night so give him a few good kisses goodbye and make them count."

Haru's shoulders stiffened, She spread her legs wider and adjusted to sit on Yamamoto's hips facing him. She leaned forward, staring down at the spreading blood stain on his shirt from his hemorrhaging chin.

The fight had gone out of her as she lifted her hands to hold his face gingerly between her fingers and looked at him. Already, dark shadows were forming behind her eyes making them dull and her breathing was ragged through the tear stains. Yamamoto couldn't say what Haru's dreams had been, but he had always imagined that his first few kisses would be with a pretty girl on her doorstep after he had taken her home from a date and It would be soft and full of blushing and nervous sweating. Maybe it might have even been with Haru herself, he'd never know now. He'd be lying if he said that the thought hadn't crossed his mind of what it would be like to kiss her in days past.

Certainly neither of them had imagined a situation that left one of them cuffed to a chair bleeding to death, with the other beaten and forced to perform a lap dance by a monstrous yakuza boss.

"Haru, you don't have to." Takeshi whispered. She didn't respond, if anything her shoulders drooped even more sadly.

Then she kissed him long and slow, but it was far from pleasant for either of them. It tasted like blood and sourness and her split lip felt raw against the edge of his split chin. The old phrase Kiss it and make it all better popped into Takeshi's mind. He couldn't help it; the damned hormones were starting to kick in even in that horrible situation. A striking girl clad only in underwear was sitting on his lap kissing him tenderly and, even though it was against all his will. Get ahold of yourself Takeshi! You cant let her think that you're the same type of man as these ogres who get excited at her humiliation. Go down damnit, go down. I won't let my body betray her too.

Unfortunately Haru wasn't cooperating with his internal struggle because she shifted on his lap and bucked her hips a bit, making things much worse for the guy. She ran a hand down his chest and to his waist as she nipped at his lips. She stuck her fingers across his pockets. What the heck was she doing? Takeshi's mind was trying to make sense of these clearly deliberate actions on Haru's part. These weren't the actions of a scared girl forced to do these things. She should be trembling more but instead she seemed to be looking back to see if Kosui was watching. Haru then hugged him closer and snaked a hand under his shirt to the small of his back.

"There you go girl, give him a proper farewell." Kosui laughed lewdly.

Then Haru found what she was looking for. Yamamoto still had a throwing knife hidden in the holster strapped across his waist under the shirt. Aito had not properly patted him down for secondary weapons before bringing him into the room. By keeping the two men occupied with their attentions on her kissing, she tugged the knife free with the one hand. Suddenly she bucked her weight very hard against Yamamoto's increasingly tight pants and let out a small squeak so that Aito and Kosui would be distracted as she transferred the knife around into Takeshi's hand. He gripped it tightly against the flat of his wrist. He had been unable to reach the knife through the back of the chair no matter how many times he had contorted his wrists and fingers, but now Haru's quick thinking had given them a chance. A grim determination came over him and his mind calmed. They could still get out of this, but he would only get one shot so he had better not blow it.

*I TOLD you it was brutal. Now for some payback. Check out the revenge that Yamamoto lays down on these two monsters in the next chapter.