Day 11: Old gambling debts make a return, taking away something precious as payment. A time to mourn was brief as new life awaited the survivor of the incident.

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It hurt.

It really and truly did. And to think the day had started off so nicely.

It was a peaceful summer afternoon, the shop was slow in business so one of the two that worked there took a break. Not even a moment after leaving the shop, gunshots fired. Glass broke, games and puzzles shredded by bullets and a body landed on the ground, blood pooling around the prone form. Fear gripped the second figure as the men in suits walked in. The target was gone, name crossed from a hit list of someone that owed too much and didn't pay up. How cruel was the world that a simple game shop was clutched in the grip of the yakuza...

The lone figure, one who wasn't a full witness but was still at the crime scene until things calmed and went silent below, wept in his room. Of the family lost and the fact there was little he could do. Silence filled the small home until someone finally came in upon seeing the damage. Police were never called but the one to show was just as powerful. They look upon the damage with distaste, knowing just who was behind it and will make sure they paid dearly for it before continuing on their way through the shop and into the living area. And it was there that they found the remaining resident, eyes filled with tears asking if he was next.

"Not at all. What has been done is a crime against me. The ones behind this will be eliminated and you placed under my protection." The figure sniffled, knowing well he shouldn't be mixed further in this but what else could he do? If they knew he was alive, they would come back for him. The law wouldn't help him then. Please help me, was the voice of the weak and a hand was held out in promise, the other already making the call for cleanup of the scene.

"You have my word. Your home is under watch by the Eye of Osiris."

The scene was cleaned, games and puzzles replaced and new windows installed. The last task was to give the body a proper and private funeral days later. The last resident of the game shop stood before the grave in silence. Dark clouds that promised rain hovered above as the figure mourned, looking upon the gravestone with a name and short message written on it. It hurts to say goodbye to family. He didn't deserve this, not one damn bit. But the group that caused this injustice were dealt with, bodies strewn across Domino as warning to not cross he who protects him now while their boss hides in fear and shame. For all his years, being protected by one of the most powerful underground groups was the last thing he'd ever expect of it but he was grateful for it. No longer would he have to live in fear of the cruel, cruel man that took something so important from him. A man that could've come back to make sure no one else was around. A raindrop landed on his nose, bringing his eyes skyward as the sky opened up to a gentle rainfall.

Even the heavens weep for him. The rain washed away his tears and smiled softly as he whispered goodbye, setting a lily down upon the grave. The rain that pelted his form was soon shielded, the patter of rain striking nylon making him look up towards the figure that stood beside him, a large umbrella shielding them both. A smile graced kind lips, a smile only made for him as he asked if he was finished. "I am. Thank you for letting me mourn." The man nodded, opening an arm and the other walked into them, pressing himself close to him. "Family should always be mourned. I have lost many that were dear to me. And for someone as sweet as you are, this was a crime that would not go unpaid. They overstepped their boundaries by stepping onto mine." The one beside him nodded, watching as the other removed his arm to reach into the black trench coat he wore, pulling out a beautiful lotus to set upon the grave next to the lily.

A smile rests over his face, unable to believe the kindness of the boss that held him under his protection, feeling his hand being taken into a gloved one and brought up to soft lips. With another charming smile, the offer for dinner was addressed as they left the cemetery and towards the unmarked car that waited for them. "I would be honored, sir." The light voice whispered. "Now, now, Yugi. How many times have I told you that you are allowed to address me by name."

Yugi smiled sheepishly, the door held open so he could slip inside. "I'm sorry, Atemu. It's just so strange to call a yakuza boss by name." Atemu gave a short chuckle of his own as he closed the umbrella and shook it free from most of the precipitation before he climbed in as well. "You follow the rules of the underground well, sweetheart, but I think we've grown close enough that one rule doesn't have to be followed so closely~" Yugi giggled as the car began to pull away from the cemetery, nodding in agreement to the other. The world of the underground was new for Yugi and he did his best to follow every rule told but Atemu was always lenient with him. After his run-in with Paradius, a foil for the real yakuza group Doma, Atemu promised that no harm would ever come to him after the loss he suffered.

The boss couldn't blame himself either for how quick he'd fallen for the young twenty-three year old who only wished to make a game of his own creation and the dream was shattered so quickly. But Atemu will rekindle that dream and make sure it is a published masterpiece. He had the ties to make it happen, all he had to do was bring motivation back to Yugi's heart and soul. Feeling the small body move closer to him, Yugi's head nestling on his shoulder, the boss was sure that motivation will spark back into the eyes of his dear sweetheart soon enough. He took the small, pale hand into a gloved one, feeling fingers tighten around his hand. Yes...Atemu was certain to make Yugi's game realized throughout Domino or his name wasn't Atemu Sennen, boss of the powerful Eye of Osiris, the most feared faction in the underground. At the cemetery, rain continued to pour from the sky, droplets coursing over the beautiful marble tombstone with its message etched in gold.

Motou Sugoroku
Born 19XX - Died 20XX
A wonderful role model
An amazing grandfather
May Ra's grace watch over him