A/N: So, during my planning stage of my Ayase has a mob uncle fic, I thought about writing a soulmate AU where Ayase is the soulmate of a yakuza boss. Kazuhiko is 25 while Ayase is 18. Haruhiko, Kazuhiko's brother, is 17. Might as well work on them at the same time. Horrible mistake lmao

-Lucicelo

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Sitting in the audience of another auction, Takahashi Kei drummed his fingers on the cushion of his seat. He found auctions a complete bore. Back in the past, he felt sympathy for the people being auctioned off, but he grew numb to the tears and the desperation on their faces. Cold in his part, but he accepted his faults. He grew a thick skin to stay useful to the Honda family. As a doctor, he had a code to help patients, but this didn't extend outside healing an injury. His loyalty remained with the Honda family.

Peering toward Honda family associates sitting at a different table, he nursed a glass of whiskey. He swallowed half the contents in one go. A means to numb his annoyance at their leering. Any attractive woman, wait staff or one auctioned off, became their eye candy. The boss sent him along to keep the rowdier underlings in line. They didn't need another embarrassing event in the underground public eye.

Their group recovered well enough, but the new head boss punished his underlings through far more humiliating tactics. The late boss beat down his underlings with his own bare hands to prove his point. A vast difference in leadership personas.

After a couple of auctioned off women, a young man appeared in a leather collar. Hearing some murmurings from some questionable men in their business, Kei predicted a bloodthirsty auction. Foreign beauties tended to bring in a large amount of money to the one who auctioned them off and the building owners. In their circles, the blonde hair and blue eyes were a commodity.

Sitting back, he sipped his drink while the host described the young man. To his shock, the young man was mixed. Whoever parent was European overtook the Japanese blood of the other. The mention of his virginity was in poor taste. A means to entice the more perverted men into jumping for a chance to bed the boy. The younger appearance roused a fire in the men and women with particular tastes.

As the auctioneer began yelling out numbers, Kei overheard some of the underlings put in their own bids. He rolled his eyes at their stupidity. None of them made close to enough money to match the price. Regardless, he would have fun watching them get reprimanded behind closed doors. Their boss would love to humiliate them into learning their lesson.

A large sized man stood up from the crowd and stalked toward the stage. He opened the briefcase in his hand, tossing the contents on the ground as he announced the bid.

1.2 billion yen.

Kei swirled his the contents of his glass around. Such an amount was unheard of for a slave. A sex slave at that. Even if the young man was nice to look at, it didn't warrant such an unmatched bid. The whole spectacle of this man going up stage and throwing money on the ground made everything a performance.

When the blond boy's back was turned, Kei's grip on his glass slacked. The glass fell, spilling the contents onto the cushioned floor.

For the room to see, a large sakura tree in full bloom was displayed. A big enough piece that no one could dispute a true soul mark. The bright pink petals contrasted well with the lush green leaves and intricate brown branches. Giving the appearance of a small sakura tree coming to life over that pale white back.

Murmurs passed through the room, women that sat at another table gasped in mortification at seeing a private mark. It seemed whoever undressed the boy didn't think of looking at his back for soul marks. The idiot must have assumed a regular tattoo, but no reputable tattoo artist added color to regular tattoos. It brought less confusion over someone identifying their soulmate. Then again, upon touching the skin of the soulmate in question caused a physical reaction between the pair.

The person who won the boy in the auction, covered him up in a blazer before carrying him out of the room. Either the man cared little for soulmate ties or was blinded through lust for the young man to notice.

Kei had to snatch up the boy before they disappeared.

Kei stood up, trying to follow the man out of the area, but the lights turned off for the next auction. Swearing under his breath, he sent a glare to the underlings on the other table who shut up immediately. Having felt his gaze, they turned to him, confused at him crushing their fun. He motioned for them to get up and to follow him out of the room. Their disappointment didn't phase him.

He was the one who tended to their wounds. One wrong misstep and he didn't tend to the person in particular as punishment. All the members of the Honda family knew not to test him.

He recognized that mark anywhere. Having tended to wounds and life threatening injuries, he saw eyefuls of that beautiful mark on his regular patient.

This foreigner was his boss' soulmate.

Once the auction ended, Kei attempted to figure out who bought the young man in the auction. Even with threats, no one budged or even gave him any insight on the man who overshadowed the set price. He held back in speaking of the soulmate mark. The ring prided themselves in keeping the identity of their clients a guarded secret, so any celestial means of destiny didn't sway them.

Money talked.

He slapped a few stacks of money and demanded an answer. "Give me the name of that foreign boy. He owes my boss money." Best to lie and claim debt to scare them.

The last person who tried dodging collections from a yakuza boss was gunned down in the main area. Blood splatter got onto clothes, the seating area, and hit a few of the auctioned people in line. High powered people got hit with bullets as well and they attempted to ruin the owners for letting such violence happen behind closed doors.

A new policy of no weapons became standard. Until, the high ranking underworld bosses changed the minds of the staff.

He leaned over the counter and sneered "I can always bring Honda Kazuhiko in person and have his hands on approach in convincing you to release the information. He's one phone call away."

The man began shivering at hearing the last name Honda. Everyone in the underground knew of Honda Fumio and his bloodthirsty heirs. Despite the passing of the father, the eldest son soon made a reputation for himself. A callous boss who humiliated and toyed with his enemies before disposing of them.

Scrambling through their private server, he went through the recent purchases which included photos. "Y-Yukiya Ayase." He stammered out.

Kei showed all his teeth when he grinned. "Now, was that so hard?" He removed his phone from his pocket and walked away from the front desk to make his call. "Matsuda? Yukiya Ayase. Call me back when you receive news."

He made his way outside of the building with the underlings trailing behind him. His cellphone rang and he answered without a pause.

"Takahashi. That's it? Thanks." Kei hung up the phone and sighed.

The name of the young man brought nothing but a university student living in a rundown apartment in the city. A decent enough place for a poor university student. An apartment they could break into without issue.

The details spoken from the auction checked out, but Matsuda also found living relatives of the boy. Normal enough relatives. None were involved in the underground, but the cousin took out large loans from loan sharks. A stupid move from a young man with limited income. These people didn't matter in the long run, but it helped to have information.

During their outside huddle, one of the wayward underlings caught the car the buyer rode in and wrote down the license plate number. A new young man who lingered outside to keep an eye out for any danger. One of the roles that the new underlings despised. He noticed the suspicious man almost running out of the venue and wrote down information on his phone.

This one note of attention made Kei's job much easier. No need to use other men to scour the streets and ask around for the buyer. When he asked the greenhorn about the man, the description matched the buyer and Yukiya Ayase. For all he knew, the license plate was a fake. Many people that attended these events rented luxury cars or placed fake plates on their vehicles. Being caught with their real names seemed so amateur.

Still, he called Matsuda and relayed the information. Kei didn't hold out any hope as he made his way down the road. The other men claimed doing jobs for their boss and they left him to his thoughts. This suited him fine.

As he turned the corner into a busier street, his phone rang. Picking it up, he was shocked at the news. To their luck and the buyer's stupidity, they identified the owner of the car.

Somuku Kanou.

Ayase curled into himself, his soul crying in devastation for having been taken by someone other than his soulmate. Despite his naiveté in wanting his soulmate as his first, he hoped to find his soulmate and connect together with them as one. The stories of various soulmates describing their first time caused him to dream about it. A goal to strive for in the turbulent home life he lived in.

This stranger took his innocence and a piece of his soul.

During his rape, Kanou sneered over his pretty soul mark. Ayase heard his mutterings right next to ear, condemning his soulmate for having him through fate. Kanou even threatened to mar his back with scars if he didn't stop resisting him. Ayase had to bite the inside of his cheek and silence his whimpering. Still, tears trickled down his face, wetting the sheets underneath him.

His soulmate mark kept him going. The reminder of his soulmate, waiting for him, urged him to become strong. In order to survive his ordeal, he focused on the chance of escaping the madman thrusting into him. A means to keep himself from breaking down and giving Kanou the chance to scar his beloved mark.

When he was rolled around onto his back, Ayase caught sight of a dull soulmate mark on the man's stomach. Scars marred it beyond recognition, making it ineligible to decipher. Such a horrific sight to behold. From the deliberate stokes of a weapon, the man ruined his own soulmark and went through such pain in doing so.

Meaning, this man would go through his threat in ruining his soulmark to break him.

At the end of the ordeal, Ayase stared at the wall, trying to keep himself from moving. The one forced orgasm when Kanou hit his prostate head on, skyrocketed his guilt. He somewhat enjoyed the sex during that sliver of a moment, but Kanou continued on for another round.

Kanou tossed him a shirt to cover his modesty, declaring a payment system for him to pay off his debt. Half listening to him, Ayase's body twitched from the remnants of pain coursing through the lower half of his body. Various spots of his skin burned from Kanou licking or biting him. His mind replayed the whole event, further scarring him. He wanted to succumb to his grief and to disappear from the world.

Hugging himself, he tried touching his soul mark with his fingertips. The closer his fingers grew close to a tree branch, the tattoo warmed up on contact. This pulsation underneath his fingertips gave him a sense of comfort.

Ayase mouthed his apologies to his soulmate.

He muffled out his sobbing through placing his face into one of the pillows.

Bowing his head onto the tatami mat, Kei retold his experience in the club. His forehead touched the floor as he spoke about the auction and his surprise discovery during the middle of the event. He left out no details. He respected his boss enough to never lie in his face, not even behind his back.

The Honda family picked him up from the streets and gave him a roof over his head. The previous head, the late Honda Fumio, nurtured his wish for a full education and he returned to them as a doctor, but still did certain work for them. A means to repay the family and keep the inner workings a secret from the general public. One wrong visit to the hospital and dealings became obsolete for fear of law enforcement finding out.

Once he finished, he waited for Honda Kazuhiko to process his report.

Looking up, he noticed a new set of bandages on Kazuhiko's hands. It meant Kazuhiko returned from the side line family dealings and took matters into his own hands. A split decision that fueled the rumors of his Boss' cold persona. Behind closed doors, no one knew of the true kindhearted man who doted on his brother or prayed to his parents for guidance. Expressing such weaknesses meant death in their line of work.

He might have to check his Boss' fingers once this meeting was over. His Boss tended to go overboard in making his point and didn't stop when the pain became unbearable.

Kazuhiko set down his sake cup onto the ground. "The boy has my same mark?"

"Yes, boss. He had your soul mark." Kei worried his lower lip. "It's unmistakable. The large sakura tree overtook a majority of his back. In comparison to you, he is tiny and delicate. According to the auctioneer, he is eighteen and of mixed blood. I was too late to make my own bid for him. Someone else bought him for 1.2 billion yen."

Kazuhiko cracked his neck with a scowl. "Damn. Was he bought by an enemy? Then again, no feasible enemy would buy an enemy's soulmate for such a ridiculous amount. They'd rather snatch them from the street to make their suffer. Haruhiko got a lower ransom than my soulmate whenever he was kidnapped. I had way less now that I think about it." He sighed. "

Kei looked at Kazuhiko's face and made eye contact to show his sincerity. "The man who bought him seemed familiar, but he's not from a rival family or a personal enemy of yours. That I am certain."

Kazuhiko hummed. "Lower tier in the crime syndicate?"

"Most likely. His name is Somuku Kanou."

Kazuhiko sighed. "Never heard of him. Fuck, it's always those startups who cause the most trouble. Father always said to keep a close eye on fresh names. Better yet, keep an ear out for any disturbances." He felt his soulmark scald his back, meaning his soulmate touched it with strong and intense emotions.

"What was his name? My soulmate's name." Kazuhiko loosened his belt and let the air brush against his heated back. "He's suffering."

Kei winced in sympathy for his Kazuhiko's plight. He could only imagine the torture Yukiya Ayase went through. The young man was promoted as a sex slave in the auction. It made sense that the buyer made use of the first night with him, maybe even the morning after as well.

"Yukiya Ayase."

Kazuhiko ran his fingers through his shoulder length black hair and bunched certain sections to battle through the onslaught of devastation. Touching his side, he made contact with one of the branches which curled around his ribs. He breathed through his nose and sent soothing and peaceful thoughts to soothe his soulmate.

Kazuhiko muttered. "Ayase, I know who you are. I'll find you soon. Stay strong."

"Find?"

Kazuhiko sent Kei a warning glare. "Are you questioning my intentions?"

Gulping, Kei shook his head. "No, that is not what I meant. Boss, we will have to prepare for the worst." He hitched his breath. "He was sold as a sex slave. You won't have the easy transition into romance that many soulmates experience."

Kazuhiko gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tight. "It doesn't matter." He lolled his head to the side as he commanded. "Describe him to me."

Tbc