Touji pulled the trigger. Setsuna's heart leapt in her throat, fear seizing her but Haru didn't fall. He'd moved his head just in time. Haru threw Kiyoko backwards, standing in front of Setsuna defiantly. Setsuna rose to her feet, the wound on her back stinging. Touching the back of her neck she winced. She was no stranger to pain but it was never a good feeling to feel dried, congealing blood on her neck or feel as if her back had been whipped.

"You'd better have a good explanation for this Haru," Kiyoko had regained her composure but her voice was icy, dangerous. She kept the sword where it was, pushing against her son.

"Setsuna said she'd do anything as long as Konoe didn't get hurt right? Keep them here under heavy security," Haru said. "Don't let them have any phones or anything."

Over Haru's shoulder Setsuna saw her mother's face soften. Setsuna's mind flashed back to the picture she'd seen and the terrifying thing was she could almost, almost see shades of that girl in her face. The girl she used to be. Then her face hardened, her lips curved into a pitiful smile and she was the head of the yakuza, the ruthless, heartless "dragon lady" Kiyoko Sakurazaki, once more.

"Such a good brother," Kiyoko cooed, resting her hand on his cheek.

She pressed harder, slicing her nails into his cheek. When she'd removed it blood coated her nails. Five slash marks were on Haru's cheek as if he'd been raked with claws.

Flicking the blood away Kiyoko said, "Alright." She looked at Touji, "You're to leave the girl alone from now on. Go somewhere else to satisfy your needs."

Kissing her again Touji stroked her hair and slapped her on the rear. Setsuna made to move towards him, clenching her hands into fists but Haru pushed her back, blocking her.

"Just let it go," He said out of the corner of his mouth.

"I'll be out back need a smoke she wasn't that good anyway," Touji laughed, backing away towards the door. "Later."

Setsuna glared at him murderously. Smirking Touji saluted her mockingly and walked out. Haru stepped aside letting her go as the door slammed shut behind Touji. Setsuna knelt down beside Konoka, buttoning up her shirt. She was glad Konoka didn't try to move away.

"The guy's a lose cannon. He's a liabilitiy I thought you didn't keep people like that," Setsuna looked up at Kiyoko, disgusted.

"He's entertaining to keep around and he's loyal to the yakuza and me unlike you two," Kiyoko replied, running a finger across the blunt edge of her sword. "As long as he's kept under control he's not a problem. He only needs drugs and sex to be happy. "

Konoka gave a whimper, terror crossing her eyes. Setsuna wanted to tell her that everything would be ok. She wanted to touch her, reassure her but she didn't want to scare her. Setsuna had seen this happen way too many times and she had to be careful what she did anad where she touched. At least Konoka wasn't shrinking away from her and that little emotion showed that she wasn't broken. No, Setsuna believed she was stronger than that and she was right.

"Setsuna, get up we have to go see the medic," Haru took her arm, pulling her up.

"Hold on a moment son," Kiyoko said sharply.

"Yes mother?" Haru looked at her questioningly. Setsuna felt dread fill her stomach.

"Leave her go get Touji," She said. "I'll meet the both of you in the foyer."

Haru hesitated then letting Setsuna go crossed over to the door and left the room. As the door shut behind him Kiyoko strode over to her and with a contemptuous look, kicked Setsuna in the back of the head with the heel of her stiletto.

Before she blacked out she heard Kiyoko's voice, silky smooth echo, "When you wake up you're going to take care of your brother."

When Setsuna woke up she was lying on her side. No one else was there. Immediately Setsuna's mind flashed back to let her what Kiyoko had said before she'd blacked out and she felt like a shard of ice had lodged itself inside her. She knew her mother was cruel, callous. She wouldn't even spare her own children. The sliding door opened and Touji walked into the room, shoving a blind-folded Haru in front of him. He fell down to his knees in front of Setsuna and she saw that his wrists were bound with rope too. Touji's zipper was undone and his clothes were ruffled.

"You're sick you know that?" Setsuna growled.

"I'm living better than you. Gotta say…the girl's got a nice body on her. Nice ass too," Touji said. "Pretty face. She's pretty fuckable if you know what I mean."

Lunging to her feet with a roar Setsuna knocked him down, a hand around his throat and the other half over his face. She pushed down hard, the pieces of wire and damaged metal gauging his skin. She'd kill him. She'd kill him for this. Suddenly there was a gunshot and a searing pain shot up her left arm.

Tumbling off him onto the floor holding her bleeding arm Setsuna gritted her teeth as a hiss of pain escaped her lips. She felt a bullet in there.

"What the hell happened to you leaving her alone?" Setsuna spat, face twisting in hatred.

"What can I say? Your mother loves me I get to fuck her one more time," Touji shrugged starting to stand up, "Needed it, no one else around."

Setsuna lashed out with her leg, tripping Touji. There was the sound of another gunshot. A bullet whizzed in between them.

"Play nice now children," A voice drifted through the air.

Setsuna glanced upwards. Kiyoko was standing there on the balcony on the top. Konoka was in front of her and she had her hand on her shoulder.

"Ojou-sama!" Setsuna called.

Konoka's face was blank though. Setsuna's relief ebbed away. She only had a T-shirt on and her eyes were glassy, distant. Her head was bowed, submissive.

"She's a screamer," Touji snickered, getting up. Blood was seeping from cuts on the left side of his face. He didn't seem to care.

Setsuna felt a black hatred twist her heart. She had never wanted her sword so much in her life, never wanted to kill someone. She heard the click of a gun. Touji was aiming it straight at her face.

"Setsuna," Kiyoko said. Her voice was icy smooth. She procured Yuunagi from her back, the tassels waving in the air and threw it down. It landed at Setsuna's feet with a ringing clatter, "I will give you one chance to prove your loyalty. If you don't then I'll have Touji shoot you."

"What do you want me to do?" Setsuna said, picking it up.

"You remember the rules for disobedience and treason within the yakuza don't you?" Kiyoko's eyes seemed to glitter black in the dim lighting, making her seem evil and demonic. She kept her hold on Konoka's shoulder, tightening.

Setsuna felt her stomach drop. She looked at Haru and swallowed, the skin on her knuckles whitening as she gripped the hit of the sword. She shook her head, "No I won't. I won't do it."

"I'd advise you to do it or the Konoe girl here may very well be blind in a minute," Kiyoko said pleasantly.

She was holding up a sword an inch away from Konoka's eyes. The sharp edge was gleaming. She moved it closer and closer.

"Wait!" Setsuna shouted.

Kiyoko stopped the sword just over Konoka's eyes. Stroking Konoka's hair slowly she said, "Good girl."

Setsuna knelt down in front of Haru, feeling sick. She untied his hands, laying one out and spreading the fingers out so they were straight. Haru didn't resist. He was a follower just like her, accepting the consequences of what he had done once it'd passed and willing to face them with silent dignity. It seemed to be a family trait.

"Haru?" Setsuna said quietly.

"Hey sis," Haru's head was angled downwards. He sounded brave.

"Thanks for saving my life."

"I couldn't watch you die"

"I'll make this fast I promise. Don't move ok?"

Setsuna's blade whistled through the air. There was a sickening crunch of bone and flesh followed by a scream. Blood streamed out from the stumps of Haru's palm, pooling on the floor around his severed fingers and thumb. He hunched over, cradling what was left of his hand to his chest his face contorted in agony.

One finger for disobedience, one for disloyalty, one for treason and two for disgracing the yakuza and the family name. Setsuna began to rip off bits from the sleeve of her kimono and tie them around Haru's hand tenderly, making sure to stem the blood flow. The edge of her sword was coated with thick wet blood, gleaming underneath the lights. She felt sick with herself.

But that was way of the yakuza. There was no middle ground. It was either do or die.

"I'm sorry," Setsuna said softly.

Haru just gazed down at the ground, trembling so Setsuna couldn't see his face.

A.N: So what happened to Konoka was one of the reasons I put this fic in the M section. In fact it was the strongest reason along with the swearing and violence and blood...anyway rest assured everyone will get what they deserve in the end which is nowhere near close. And I mean everyone.