Fuyuhiko was the kind of person who hid his feelings but still acted upon them. If he problems with anyone, he would confront them about it and won't hold back. If people had a problem with him being a Yakuza, then they could go screw themselves. He was always the one people avoided in school and those who did hang around him were the bastards who only saw him for his clan. The only person outside the clan who saw Fuyuhiko as him, not as his family, was Issac. During their time Fuyuhiko could say confidently that Issac was a decent guy, even if he was a little strange and secretive.

What Fuyuhiko thought was the most interesting thing about him is his goddamn accuracy with his bow. Around the second week, he was here, Issac wanted to 'show off' his skills after seeing one of Peko's matches. When he began hitting target after target Fuyuhiko didn't think much of it.

'So what? He can hit a target. What is he gonna do when he's faced with a group of people?' Fuyuhiko thought as he sat next to Peko, watching Issac hit bulls-eye after bulls-eye in the outside archery range. What annoyed him the most about it that he was taking too damn long to hit each shot.

"Hey, Fuyuhiko! What do you think now?" Issac began to walk back to the other two teens, sweat shining off his forehead from the intense heat.

"It was quite impressive," Peko replied

"Yeah it was cool, but that only means that you can hit a target. Whoop-de-doo." Fuyuhiko said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Seriously, if hitting a stationary object is all that he can do, then he should just use a fucking gun.

Issac pouts "Hey man you don't have to be so mean about it." He wipes the sweat off his face and grimaces. "Hey Peko, I gotta get cleaned up, so could you please get my arrows?"

Fuyuhiko straightens up as Issac walks back inside, "Hey, get your own damn arrows!" Fuyuhiko yells back to him, but his words fell deaf to his ears.

"It is fine, Young Master," Peko says as she gets up and walks to the targets

Fuyuhiko sits back down and mutters "Damn bastard" under his breath

"Young Master, could you come here please?!"

Peko's word snaps Fuyuhiko out of his muttering and gets up to walk up to Peko, who stood in front of the first target.

"Yeah, what's up?"

Peko points to the tip of the arrow that was stuck into the center of the wooden target. "Please take a close look at the arrow tip."

Fuyuhiko's face grows into one of confusion but listens to Peko as he inspects the arrow tip. As he looks closely he sees a small black speck that was stuck to the arrow tip. As he looks closer at the speck his face morphs into one of pure surprise.

"...Is that a fucking fly!?"

"It seems so Young Master."

Fuyuhiko looks back into the spot where Issac was shooting from and looks back to the target. "Are you telling me he hit a fucking fly from all the way there and still hit the target?!"

"It seems so Young Master," Peko says eyes widened in surprise

"No, it must be some kind of coincidence, no one can intentionally do that." Fuyuhiko relaxes at his reasoning.

"That is what I thought as well, but he has done that with the other two targets." Peko states calmly

That gave Fuyuhiko pause as he walked over to the other two targets and saw that the other two arrows have skewered insects on them.

"No fucking way..." Fuyuhiko pales on the skill Issac has presented then. If he can hit a shot like that then what else could he do?

Fuyuhiko shakes the memory as he loads his favorite pistol in preparation for the ambush. The Kai Clan will pay for the bullshit they put his family in and today will be that day. Tonight when they host the meeting with the two heads of the Clans only one will come out alive and it will be his old man.

Someone knocks on his door and with a "Come in" Peko comes through the door, in her hand, her katana replaced her bamboo sword.

"We will be departing in 5 minutes, your father will meet you in the car," Peko states firmly

"And what about Issac?" Fuyuhiko questions, not making eye contact with the girl.

"He is still in his room and we have gotten word that he hasn't left it at all," Peko replies, a hint of worry in her words. "Do you truly think he should not come to the meeting? His skills would prove most useful if any conflict were to arise and he would be able to do it from a distance."

Fuyuhiko shook his head. "No way in fucking hell. I'm not gonna let someone like him come to something this important."

Peko gives Fuyuhiko a side glance, "You still insist on not telling me what you to talked about, only to 'stay the hell away from him'." Guilt briefly flashed on Fuyuhiko's face. As much as he's disgusted by Issac, he still had to honor the secret he told him, no matter how bad it was. He did the same when he learned about Peko and has done nothing about it.

The two childhood friends ended up walking silently to the car taking them to the meeting point. The car ride held no conversation between son and father as both mentally prepared for what was going to transpire, whenever it be a success or a tragedy. After arriving at the meeting point, Fuyuhiko got pulled to the side by his father.

"Son, when we go in there and things go wrong and they try to attack us, shoot to kill," Kuzuryu asked plainly as if he was telling his son to do his chores.

Fuyuhiko eyes widened as his face morphs into a scowl. One thing that Fuyuhiko hates the most is the thought of taking another life. In his life as the heir to the Clan, he never has taken someone else's life, he always had people who were there to do the job for him and he never even used them.

"Fine, but I'm not gonna need to if the plan goes well, and it will." Fuyuhiko spats as he walks away from his father to join the rest of the group. After an hour of preparations, Kuzuryu gets a message on his phone. He reads it with a satisfying smirk and signals that everything was going to plan. Hours passed as the rest of the members prepare their weapons. A total of 25 men were waiting on beck and call for if anything goes wrong. They canvased the entire area for any traps or "surprises" that could have been left there. As night fell, the meeting was underway.

Fuyuhiko was nervous as hell right now. Here he was, standing next to his father in an abandoned warehouse waiting for the Kai clan to show up. His fists were sweating like there was no tomorrow. This encounter would by far be the most important thing he has ever been a part of.

'It's fine, we got guards covering every nook and cranny here and Peko is just behind the door. I have nothing to be nervous about" Fuyuhiko was able to calm his nerves at the right time because the doors opposite them swung opened and in came the Kai clan leader.

The Kai Clan leader was a big guy, he has a heavy build, shaved head, and a dragon tattoo that originated from his collar and snaked up to the top of his head. Beside him is the person who makes Fuyuhiko's blood boil at the sight of him. It was fucking Sengou, the man who betrayed his father and attempted to take his life. He was here, shivering in fear, but why was he here?

When they approached the father and son, Kuzuryu was the first to speak, "What is the meaning of this Akito?! Why do you have him with you? We agreed only the leaders should be coming!"

Akito Kai was unfazed by the outburst from the other man and smirked. "This man is my guest since I see you brought your son," his eyes wander to Fuyuhiko and his smile darken "I could bring my guest since he seems to be the issue here so I thought it was appropriate to bring him." He gestures to Sengou, who frantically nods while sweating up a storm.

Kuzuryu gives off a small "Tch" and says "Well, this actually makes this much easier. Hand over Sengou so we can punish him properly." At these words Sengou yelps in fear as he hides behind the huge frame of Kai.

"Hmm...no." Kai states simply

Both Fuyuhiko and his father widened their eyes as the words left his mouth. "What do you mean, no?! This is the entire reason for this meeting! Why would you agree to it if you are gonna refuse our offer?!" Kuzuryu roared. Kai simply smiled and held his finger to his ear

"Why to get rid of you!"

As those words escaped his mouth, time seems to slow down for Fuyuhiko as his father reached into his coat for his gun, but as soon as his hand reached inside, Fuyuhiko felt something cold pressed to the back of his head as he was jerked back by someone. Kai looks smug as Kuzuryu points his gun to him, but he just wags his finger and says "I would put that down if I were you. Wouldn't want your son's brains all over the floor." As Kuzuryu turns his head toward his son and fear emerging from his face, Kai's hand lashes out and snatches the gun from the older man's hands. Before he could react, Kuzuryu has his own gun pointed back at him by his worst enemy.

"HAHAHA!" Kai bellows, "I didn't think that it would be this easy! Man, you really think that I wouldn't go after you again if I failed?" While having the gun pointed at Kuzuryu, he taps his ear and waits a moment. He then talks into the earpiece he's wearing. "Iruka, I got him, ya done taking care of the roaches?" His smile then drops as a look of annoyance dawns on his face. "Tch, fine I'll take him to the drop point." He then taps the earpiece again. "Well then, this is what's gonna happen," he walks up to Kuzuryu and presses the barrel to his forehead, " I'm gonna take a little thing called a hostage, and if you want it back, you are going to hand over all of the power of the Yakuza to me. Sweet dreams!" He smiles darkly and he swings the butt of the gun to his forehead, knocking him to the ground.

Fuyuhiko struggles with his captor and he gives a muffled "DAD!" through the arm that covers his mouth. All he got as a response was a groan from his father as he crumbled to the ground, blood trickling from his head. Fuyuhiko was then jerked back by the unknown man as he gave a quick "Hush brat." He was then taken outside, still in the locked arms of his assailant and he was greeted with a horrifying sight.

It was a war out there. There were bodies scattered across the street, Fuyuhiko's fears grew as he recognized some of them, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of gunfire and pained yells that the remainder of Kai's ambush. Fuyuhiko was done being a hostage while his men suffered so before he was shoved in a black SUV, he did the only thing to fight his captor, kicking him right where it matters, between the legs. The man's arms quickly released Fuyuhiko as he cradled his crown jewels, but as Fuyuhiko tried to make a dash away, he was met with a fist to his face.

His vision blackened for a moment, but when he came to he was getting shoved into the back of a car, his arms, and legs tied with the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He could see outside the window that there were several SUVs driving alongside the one he was in, probably for security. There were two other people in the car, the driver and another in the passenger seat. There was a car divider that made it so Fuyuhiko couldn't attack them, not that he could anyway.

"Hey, where am I?" Fuyuhiko asked

"..."

"Hey, I'm talkin' to ya!"

Only silence answered him as the drive continued.

Unknown to any of the drivers, a motorcyclist was driving a good distance behind them, not enough to be suspicious to anyone. The biker wore dark clothing and a black helmet. Cold, steely eyes behind the helmet narrowed as its owner kept their distance.