Haru Okumura gets ready for the day as she's done for the past fourteen years of her life. A routine programmed into her mind and body for as long as she can remember. Her servants lay out her clothes, her breakfast already prepared, from bathing to brushing her hair and teeth. A small part of her desires a break from the monotony. A voice buried deep within yearning for something different. Such voice is soon silenced by the discipline instilled in her by her father. Independence on that level is borderline rebellion, something her father would not tolerate, something she could not tolerate. Even in silence, the desire remains, a burden she carries to this day as she passes the school gate to Shujin Academy.

Then she bumps into a warm wall. She falls back only to be caught.

"Ah-!"

"Yo."

She looks up with a meek face before her eyes widen with fear. Sakamoto stands there leaning over her. He straightens her up before stepping back to give her space, eyeing her closely still.

"You're… Haru Okumura, right?"

She nods reluctantly. He stands up straight and tilts his head before turning around mumbling.

"Just my luck…"

She stands to her feet ready to apologize but he's long gone. All that's left are the murmuring of the students.

"You see that creep standing there like that?"

"I only blinked and he was there. How are you supposed to react to that?"

"That kind of look on a guy is too creepy… Is he a new student?"

"The real question is he human? I've never seen someone with rows of fangs before!"

Haru has her own thoughts. That boy is trouble and should be avoided, and avoid him she did, for the entire day she hadn't even heard of him since. School ended rather uneventfully, just as she'd like it, and makes her way to the rooftop after school. Her own private Eden, a tiny tomato garden and all that remains of the Garden Club's work; save for the bushes and trees around school. Those are now taken care of by hired gardeners instead. However, as she reaches the roof her heart drops into her stomach.

Sakamoto hadn't attended class after his introduction. He sat there bored out of his mind until the lunch bell rang. He ignored the rules and signs of going to the roof. For the rest of the day he stares blankly at the sky in idle thought… Until something green caught the corner of his eyes. A strange and out of place garden makes his stomach grumble. Even though the stalk bears young fruit, he can tell what it is immediately, and makes his way over. Haru walks in on him watering the plant in the bucket she hid within the pile of desks now sprawled all over the roof.

"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?"

He doesn't look at her until he's done tending to the plant. He looks over and smiles to her unnerving discomfort.

"What's it look like? You gotta problem with it?"

"That's my garden… I need to see if you're tending to it properly. You could've damaged it."

"Wanna come over and see?"

His smile hardens with his eyes narrowing at her. She unconsciously hugs an arm before approaching him with caution.

"… You like to garden?"

"It beats decaying in a hardwood and metal chair. The asshole teacher sent me to a desk with gum under it. What a piece of shit."

Haru gasps having rarely heard such foul language out of her peers. There's no doubt in her mind now, Shujin Academy has its first delinquent in a long time. She speaks sternly at him.

"You can't use such a repulsive tongue at school! O-Or, anywhere, for that matter! It's simply unwarranted!"

"Did you think I would care if you told me?"

"I have to! I can see you're a second year student! As your senpai-!"

He slaps a hand over her mouth and forces her against the fenced wall of the roof. He leans in close with a snarl.

"Don't talk down to me unless you want to sleep in a body bag…"

Haru had never really been assaulted like this. Her whole life she lived in a bubble and now this one boy has popped it wide open. He removes himself from her and watches her run. To his surprise she didn't scream. He hadn't planned on following her, but it's his job to protect her until he has to kill her, and so he leisurely follows her. That's when he sees a well-dressed man approach her. He brings an arm around her shoulders smoothly and escorts her into an ivory limousine. Sakamoto remembers one of the details of his missions.

Shido taps a photo of a handsome young man on his desk.

"This is another one of Kunikazu's petty pets, the son of a rival politician of mine. He's planning on using his daughter and this whelp as a married couple to enter the political world through status. If you can, do what you will with him, dead or alive it doesn't' matter to me."

Sakamoto nods as he stretches his arms.

"So I can play with my food this time, huh? Tell me about him."

"He's quite the ladies' man, although it's mostly through his wealth, however the daughter seems all but infatuated with him."

Goro manages a small smile as he shows footage from his phone.

"I would go as far to say that she can't stand being around him."

Yamazaki slaps the boy's back with a guttural growl.

"Remember! If she trusts ya, ya can kill 'er better, so don't screw this up by goin' in all wild like we usually do!"

"That'll be easier for me then for you, old man... So take care of this guy, huh? I think I can do that without getting in trouble."

Sugimura waves goodnight to his dearest betrothed. She plays reserved but he's known girls like that before. It may be harder to impress her than the others though. Unlike them, she had already been raised a noble, so his regal gifts are but naught space in her eyes. He thinks of ways to woo her, to be with her, to be inside of her. They're interrupted by the limousine's abrupt stop.

"Hey, driver. What do you think you're doing?"

There's a silent pause. His good mood is nearly ruined until he hears a voice in the speaker.

("Sorry, unexpected delay. We will return home shortly.")

"We better."

He looks out the window as his thoughts return to his beloved Haru. The gods themselves must have smiled at him, and he will make her his, someone so beautiful even to a man who has everything? She is all he has left to claim...

And then the limo stops at dock somewhere he doesn't recognize. In fact, in his inane daydreaming and lecherous fantasies, he hadn't noticed how far away from his penthouse he's been taken.

"Driver! What is the meaning of this!?"

There's no answer. He refuses to leave the comfort of his luxury leather. Peons like this impudent man already know their place.

"Driver?!"

The voice returns with a mocking tone.

("Hey, use my name if you want to get anywhere.")

"Why would I remember you? We cycle through drivers all the t-"

The window breaks as the vehicle shakes from being struck with great force. Someone from the outside pounds on it with a bat, a crow bar, some blunt object that decimates it with each blow.

"W-What is this travesty! Step on the gas! We're under attack you idiot!"

"Oi, oi, oi!~ It's just us two! Ain't nothing to be scared of..."

Sugimura's eyes widened. He has heard of employees going crazy against their bosses rather than simply committing suicide or leaving the company. Perhaps this was another incident of a psychotic breakdown going around town as well. He has to call the police immediately. He takes out his phone but a hand breaks through one of the windows and snatches it from him.

"Ah, ah, ah... It's gonna remain just the two of us."

"Y-You fiend! You mother fucker! Do you know who you're dealing with?!"

Sugimura lets out a shriek as another hand comes down from the roof of the car, barely missing his hair to grab, the rich boy scurries across the floor of the car looking through the hole fearfully as he sees Sakamoto's face.

"I'm dealing with a spoiled brat who doesn't know his place... You're the prey. I'm the predator."

Sugimura hastily goes for the nearest door but falls back seeing him already on the other side. He hops back onto the roof and pours a strong scented liquid inside. Sugimura, a boy who has never had to leave his car save for when arriving or leaving from one location to another, had never truly recognize the smell of gasoline.

"I don't wanna hear you scream, pretty boy! I wanna hear you sing!"

Sugimura goes to open the doors, but Sakamoto had beaten them into the limousine so intensely that they had jammed into the vehicle, leaving him with the only option of climbing out or remaining inside. His ultimatum however is decided for him as the vile boy lights a match from outside and throws it in. The car comes to life with searing flames. The noble son throws himself out of the car, rolling to put the fire out, he's doused by a heavy stream of saltwater from the sea.

The stink of fish and his burnt clothes, the pain and fear instilled in him, it's all too much for him mind to process as he tries crawl away. He whines through a wheeze as Sakamoto stomps on his back.

"I'll only say this once so listen carefully. Keep your hands, your eyes, and even your thoughts off of Haru Okumura. If I even notice you out the corner of my eye when she's around..."

He applies more pressure before raising his foot and bringing it down hard on the spine. Sugimura wails over the loud snap that was once a connected spine. His assailant pulls him up by his hair to whisper cruelly into his ear.

"Your legs won't be the only thing you lose..."

He slams the rich boy's head into the hard pavement before making his leave...