IM SHOOK. It's been MONTHSSS since I've last updated this story. I am so sorry! I just had a major writer block and I felt stressed trying to rewrite this story from its mistakes! I'm even more bothered that I might send you guys such a wussy chapter! Argh!

(or maybe you could help me by finding a beta for me, because rn I don't have the luxury of having internet but wasting my allowance on mobile data ;w;)

Also, I changed my username. Hopefully it will last for eternity :'''')

Anyway, did you guys know that this story has officially bypass 40 pages with this chapter. Omg, I couldn't believe this.

EDIT;; wtf how did this chapter deleted on its own? when I updated it like? three days ago?

WARNING;; brief paedophiliac attitude and brief mention of rape. This story is going to get dark, so please don't expect rainbow and sparkles and marshmallow shooting out a unicorn's ass.

chapter six

whore yourself out to shitass situations

"Himeji, you fucking cunt, what's that sound?! I swear to God, I will fucking bangtan this door and―"

A certain blond yelled just as he was bound to break his way through the door, which Yamazaki abruptly pulled open, revealing his tensed body as if he was ready to bludgeon his way through the measly piece of wood. His blazing blue eyes swiped down from Yamazaki to me, the orbs widening for a moment before his stiff shoulders sagged in relief.

It was as if my soul had descended down from the heaven with the angels to rejoice this joyous moment, the rays of sunshine enveloping me in peace.

Holy fuck, I seriously thought that I would have to suffer alone as Yamazaki continues to be a fucking bitch, but finally, everything seems bearable knowing that Ukyo will be joining with us.

However, his appearance was quite unusual to see. With his stylish blond hair ruffled like a bird's nest, bright blue eyes lined with a winged eyeliner, and pink blush dusting his cheeks and lips, it was as if he was asking for it. The only thing that screamed Ukyo was his oversized shirt with a hoodie of golden balls with wings and black ripped jeans.

Yamazaki snorted, which brought attention to her somewhat pug-like nose. "I can take care of Mahiro, okay?"

Ukyo cocked his eyebrow impassively. "Hoh? I bet you gave her a nice warm bath then."

I shuddered at the mental image and quickly rid the thought away.

She groaned, throwing me a disgusted glance before turning her head away to spit at the ground. "Just smell her for yourself, prick."

Ukyo took a glance at me as if he was considering doing it before his small nose scrunched up and his eyebrows furrowed. Was it meant to offend me or was it his habit?

"Well, at least she's wearing clothes good for the operation." He shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly.

I tensed up. Good clothes for the operation? Urgh, best to not let it get to me.

Blinking, I caught Ukyo's eyes, which sparkled brightly as he grinned at me before flouncing out of the gates with a grace that makes his hoodie flapped around along with some outrageous hands dancing in the air. I stared after him as he went off, perplexed yet amused at the display.

Yamazaki clicked her tongue and then my hair was yanked back sharply, eliciting a yelp from me.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, trying to jerk my head away from the grasp and glaring up at the dark-haired delinquent, who frowned at me and tightened her grip on my hair. I hissed at the pain burning into my scalp as she pulled on my hair and dragged me out of the house.

Despite my attempts on tearing my nails into her hand, she still dragged me towards Ukyo, who stood by the bike holding a helmet by its strap.

"Get your hand off my hair," I hissed darkly, gaining the attention of the blond who turned to us with a smile that quickly dropped for a bewildered stare.

In a matter of seconds, Yamazaki released her hold in my hair and kicked me harshly on the back of my knee, sending me falling headfirst on the gravel. I let out a sharp gasp when I caught myself on the ground, coming face to face with the grey gravel and the accelerating beatings of my heart.

There was a moment of silence before Ukyo penetrated through it with a growl. "Oh my fucking gosh Yamazaki you cunt―"

There was a groan from the delinquent followed by the sound of slapping. "Okay, fuck, I get it, don't lecture me―"

"I don't have to if you could behave yourself, Yamazaki. She's two years old, what the hell―?"

I quickly pulled myself up and brushed the dirt of my clothes, ready to get rid of any verbal fight. "I'm fine," I looked at them pointedly.

Yamazaki snorted and jabbed a hand out to Ukyo, who slammed the helmet into her waiting hand with unnecessary force. She took the moment to glance down at it and at me before hurling the helmet at me.

Startled, I shoot my arms up to grab for it, the thought of it being destroyed sending me to act rashfully. My heart was rapidly pounding against my rib cage as my small hands trembled at the propelling impact of the helmet meeting the face of my hands.

Ukyo turned to Yamazaki with a gaping mouth before his demeanour took a 180 degree change.

"What. The. Fuck?"

I quickly shoved the helmet into my head, adjusted the straps over my chin, and blurted out, "I'm fine."

When two pairs of eye landed on me, one pair seething angrily and the other smug, I sighed, "Let's just get this over."

Even when her expression was schooled to a vacant look, her eyes were flaunting the inner joy she had felt during her shenanigans towards me. When she noticed my stare, she tilted her head back and curved her lips into a jeer.

I gave her a brief side-glance before turning to Ukyo, who was seated on the motor with a space in front of him made for me. I could feel her befuddlement all around her as Ukyo settled me in the motor. Then I took a moment to exhale heavily.

All the willpower of being mature went to the drain as my shoulders collapsed from tiredness.

When one is being mature, it means being rational and logical. It means go take in the surrounding and respond to it accordingly. It is to be responsible and independent.

Simply put, being mature is being an adult.

Let's not forget the fact that I am eighteen, which qualify me as an adult. Just ignore the blaring image that I'm suddenly two years old. This calls for a time that age isn't a factor when it comes to measuring one's maturity.

But fuck, it's better to pack everything you got and run away to Canada if you want to keep your sanity intact from Yamazaki fucking Himeji.

It takes all my goddamned willpower to not come towards her and rip her head from her body. She isn't the first one to make me want to slash their throat, dance gleefully on their corpse, and watch as the blood splatters around me like the pitter-patter of the rain. But it is the intensity of the ideation that makes it unlike any other.

In just two meetings, my blood would boil at the mention of her name.

But fuck, I will not let her get the worst of me. I should just ignore her. I mean, her antics were so fucking petty it makes me wonder how the hell did she became the head of Momokyokai.

Anyway, I have handled worse. Her ploys were just children's play.

・・・

The motor's engines came to die down as we stopped by a dimly lit modern building with bright neon lights dancing across its wall and combustive music shrieking like a banshee. The parking lot were reeking of sex and garbages, condom dumpster, and other shits you would expect from a clubhouse at night.

Ukyo grabbed me by the armpits, took me off the motor, and placed me by its side. I removed the straps of the helmet and shook my damp hair from the heat of the helmet.

I stretched myself and groaned in satisfaction when few of the bones popped loudly.

Urgh, if only there was a sofa to lay down when they had errands to do and meetings with people throughout the entire morning and afternoon, I wouldn't be so stiff from sitting on a wooden chair. There was nothing to humor me, except for a Rubix Cube, which sadly doesn't hold my interest for long. The same dude who dropped me off to Yamazaki's house last week was there to monitor me, but he was so immersed in his earphones that I can't just bother him.

Well, at least there's a mini break for lunch.

I looked around the streets and frowned apprehensively.

The place looks like a typical bad neighbourhood with clubhouses, gambling houses, sex hotels, adult theatre, brothels and other things you wouldn't see in the norm of ignorant normalcy. Although the dark skies and the glaring lights could be found everywhere in the cities, it gave this district a seducing edge of trouble and naughtiness.

The frenzied music was reverberating throughout the entire street, merging with the other noises to become cancerous to the brain. The throngs are unusual and intimidating to see in the public, but are common to find in this district. They have one or two things that distinguished themselves away from the common crowd―bold dyed hair, piercings and tattoos and scars decorating their body, smokes and drugs on their mouth and nostrils, and the overall aura and clothes that earned them the tags from the society.

It did not suffocate me, though. To be honest, I feel like I have encountered this kind of crowd before.

It looks like a typical place for an operation to be held in, where if you know the right dirty person, you can get the right dirty stuff. No wonder why Ukyo said I would fit right in, despite my obvious young appearance. With this black heeled leather boots and ripped jeans, checkered jacket, and a thin white shirt splattered with red paint and illegible words, I must be screaming emo.

I blinked my thoughts away and turned to Ukyo, seeking his presence to guide me through the ordeal.

"C'mon," he smiled at me, grabbing the helmet from my hands and crouching down to my height. I met his reassuring blue eyes, accentuated in the illumination of neon lights dancing across the wall behind us.

He placed a warm hand on my shoulder, seeping most of my worries away. "I'm here with you, okay? If there's trouble, remember that I'll always comes to your aid."

My lips quirked a bit at the corner and I nodded, even though my mind was lingering on the notion of what is bound to happen to me.

Though, if we were parked by the club, does that mean we are going in? Did they forget that they have a child?

Ah, how stupid of me. This is Ukyo and Yamazaki we're talking about.

Ukyo straitened up and placed the helmet under his armpit, using the other arm to give me a push to where Yamazaki was walking ahead before he danced bizarrely through the way.

"Tooooo~ nine~teen~oh~five~ Here~ we~ GO!"

I looked at the sign board above the building where Yamazaki was heading to. Bordered in black and decorated by sphere bulbs, the sign is like a 90s movie sign, with three vertical lines striking through the large words in the middle, 19-OH-5.

Ukyo jumped and hopped several times to the noise, creating a great distance between us that I have to jog to catch up to. "The sooner we get this done the better," he explained merrily, pausing everything to completely thrust his hips forward. I winced. "We could get it done in a minute if we're being awesome."

"Information gathering?" I said out of whim.

Ukyo squealed loudly and clapped his hands excitedly, bright blue eyes sparkling with a watery sheen. "What speculation! You're pretty smart for a two years old gurl!"

Was that a compliment or an insult?

"For what, though?" I tilted my head questioningly.

If it's information gathering, then it somewhat doesn't make any sense. Why do Ukyo and Yamazaki have to personally do the job when they were the powerheads of Momokyokai and could just get any underling to do the job? It's not like they have a high chance of betrayal, since all Yakuza members are bound by brotherhood, family honour, and respect. And even if the case got thrusted into Ukyo's hands, he could just pull out his laptop and Bluetooth headset and get the intel under twenty-four hours.

Ukyo was silent, looking at the skies above before responding. "We need to find the mistress' whereabouts."

I frowned as the words sunk in. Then a light bulb sparked in my mind. "The mistress... Yamazaki mentioned that she was a..." I gulped uncomfortably at having to say the word, "whore?"

"Ding~ dong~ You are correct~!" Ukyo twirled around to beam at me, the dancing lights illuminating behind him. "The mistress' man, Kouga, is a government official with a big nasty name in the Yakuza world, and some months ago he pulled a search order for all the gangs in the eight regions to find his lady and her son. The rewards are pretty big, and Momokyokai needs a man like Kouga on our favour, so we decided to help out. Recently I've received words that there's a man who has been keeping a lady and her son from coming out of his house, and that he would visit this club every Sunday. Me and Yamazaki decided to check it out, even if it will turn out to be a teensy-weensy related to Kouga."

He sighed heavily through his nose and spin himself around, dramatically leaning to the side as he hug himself. "To be honest, I don't want to deal with those men. There are rumours that the man hiding her away is forcing her to use her body to pay the debt. And then there's words that she was coerced to be in bed by Kouga since she descended from a special clan. And now she is on the run with her son despite the fact that her clan ignored her and she was jailed in her own house and the tight security around her. She's quite smart, though five years is too long to make a plan go into action."

"Oh." I muttered, thinking. The information was easier to face on, but to take it in? It would be a fight against my morality if I wasn't jaded by my death.

I coughed awkwardly to gather my wits and form them into words, "So in this case... there could be a chance that the man is using the mistress to pay the debt. But―" I sighed deeply, "I feel like it wasn't true at all. If she could escape from Kouga with that level of surveillance and on her own, then she could easily fend off the man. After all, she came from a special clan. We don't know how she works."

I played with the hem of my sleeves, feeling awkward that I'm casually talking about someone's demise. "So we could be dragging her back to hellhole… because considering her situation, it's highly plausible. Then this Kouga will have his son back to succeed him... as he was powerful enough to get you and Yamazaki to do the searching in person… Ad he would deal with his mistress for running away..."

I trailed off uncomfortably to glanced up at Ukyo for confirmation, but he was preoccupied. He was gazing off to somewhere, his eyes dulled by the shadows of the night.

"You got a good grasp at the first part ..." he commented quietly. I waited for him to say anything, but he just sighed.

"No."

It was just that, only one word. I should have leave it alone, but there was a buzz at the back of my mind, growing stronger and stronger till it turned into ants crawling under my skin.

"Then what is it?" I urged him.

He glanced down at me, the lights falling down his cheeks to accentuate the raw exhaustion on his face.

"Kouga is a pedophile."

I flinched back as if he slapped me.

"What?" I asked, bewildered, before gasping at the realisation of what they are doing.

I glared up at him, clenching my fist in tight anger. "You're going to use me because if you two were to deal with the man, you wouldn't have succeed, because you feel that the man knows about the mistress' dire situation and how you would do anything to get the mistress back to Kouga. But if I was there with you, a helpless English-speaking kid, the man would have believe whatever will come from your mouth! And then you'll use me as a leverage to sweet talk him into giving us the location!"

Ukyo jerked away before he pierced his vivid eyes at me. "Stop trying to fill in the missing space of the story with your impressions."

"I am trying to understand the situation!" I shouted at him heatedly, "But there's no need for understanding, because I will not help you do this!" I let out an angry sigh and ran a hand through my hair. "God, do you understand how this is so wrong? You are using me to bring a women and her son back to the man who will do bad shits to them! I will not let you use me to do that to them!"

The blond's dull eyes sharpened in the dark, and slowly, he crouched down to face me.

And then fear began trickling deep in my veins as his face loomed into mine, the sound of terror palpitating in my ears. I felt suffocated at the lost of space between us when he slowly brought his hand to squish my cheeks together. It was as if he was gripping my throat and my panic began to rise as his dead gaze bore into mine.

"You don't get to conclude what is the story when you don't even know the entirety of it," he whispered slowly, dangerously, sinking his fingers deep into my cheeks. His touch made me hyper aware that I could not bring myself to breathe, when his aura was this overwhelming to me.

It was sickening, when everything feels like a parody of the moment just a few minutes ago, where he comforted me, when there was dirty hands pressing against my windpipe, digging through it and fiddling it to test which would get me grovelling down on the ground like a salivating dog tortured under the heat of the sun.

"I know what I'm doing," he said simply, yet so menacingly, as he released his hold on my cheeks before patting me on the head and walking away, leaving me drowning in my memories.

He took a deep breathe before smiling serenely. "Now let's go, okay?" He held out a hand, a gesture so innocuous yet it was the same hand that squished my cheeks together.

Numbly, I took it, and his hand tightened around it.

Everything seemed to be in a haze as the memories came flooding my brain with burning agony and pain. His grip felt like the thousand hands that held me down as I asphyxiated in a plastic contained with urine. The pain trickled deep in my heart, and there was a sick pleasure at the feeling of my heart being torn over and over as I relieve the memories.

And then I pinched myself in the arm that was attached to the hand Ukyo gripped. Again. Again and again to fucking remind myself that I have to just get over it. I gave myself one last hard pinch for a good measure.

I began to exercise breathing properly, trying to regain my senses before Ukyo released his grip on me.

With each steps I take, there was a small yet safe distance between us, as if it was just natural that I spaced away from him when it was my intentions to do so.

When we could finally see Yamazaki, who was on her phone, there was a long lane of people waiting to get in, excitement reverberating in their body even behind the face of calmness. The club must be regarded highly if they could get this large amount of people waiting. I accidentally caught the eyes of a long-faced man with eyes heavily lined and covered in black makeup who glared at me.

I looked away from him.

My attention shifted to the several exclamations as the line toppled behind like dominos, Ukyo standing proudly in front of the two bouncers.

A man behind the blond grabbed him by the shoulder harshly and hollered something in Japanese.

Ukyo merely glanced disdainfully at him over his shoulder before his mouth spoke words that got the crowd behind him spluttering and the man jerking his hand away.

I stood by the wide-nosed bouncer, having nothing to do and nothing to worry since all eyes were on Ukyo. I looked up at the large nostrils of the bouncer and saw bushy nose hair and dried mucus sticking to it. His big plump lips and large wide nose also stood out from his small round face.

The bouncer snorted and spoke. Oh, he has a nasal voice.

Yamazaki shoved her phone in her skirt and strutted up to him, jabbing a finger repeatedly at his chest to emphasise the words that flew from her mouth. The bouncer chortled and waved her away, only for her to clamped her hand over his wrist and dig her index finger in with a vicious smile.

The bouncer howled in pain and Yamazaki pulled her hand away, followed by a quick drip of blood from her finger and a sharp grin that spoke of the hundred things she would do if things does not went her way.

Quacking, he covered his wrist with his hands, which was dribbling quickly with blood flowing from the wound her finger drilled in.

Ukyo came over to cheerfully draped an arm over the bouncer's shoulder, leaning down to whisper into his ears, his lips curved to a cruel smile. The wide-nosed bouncer jerked away from Ukyo and nodded fearfully, yelling something at the other bouncer who complied without any words.

Despite the grandeur of their cruel actions and the silence it evoked from the people, the doors opened to reveal a typical nightclub of flickering lights and sultry dancing people, loud chatters and vicious music booming from the large speakers.

Ukyo and Yamazaki sashayed into the club, and I scurried after them, sending a quick glance to the hunching wide-nosed bouncer holding his wrist while the other quickly closed the doors behind us.

I turned my eyes away and took in the room. It felt like I'm in some aesthetic scene showcasing some timid one's first experience of being in a sweaty crowd.

I sighed.

What a dull person am I.

・・・

And typically, I have to get lost in the crowds of dancing sweaty people.

The blaring music hurt my head so much I couldn't focus on my surroundings clearly. I tried my best to follow Ukyo and Yamazaki in the dark and bright flickering lights but my thin body got sweep by the throng of drunkards and into the flashing neon dancefloor.

It was then a battle for life to swat grinding and swaying butts away and run from the lingering hands.

When I managed to get out, I unfortunately ended up being in the bar area.

Trying my best to ignore the feeling that there were eyes wandering on me, I took refuge at the only free table, which was farthest from the bar and considered the quiet part of the club, and hid my body in the dim lighting. I wrapped my jacket around my body and ducked my head down, hoping that it would give the get-the-fuck-away-from-me vibes.

Sadly, one stumbling fucktard came over to my table and proceeded to flop himself over the chair opposite to me.

Shit.

I glared at him when he slammed down a brown bottle with a hand-written label and two shot glasses on the table before he propped his elbow on the table's surface and leaned his head on the hand, his lips curving to a leer before he stumbled over his words.

I glowered at him as he hiccuped and blushed and burped, releasing the acidic smell of alcohol over the table. Reciting a sentence over and over my head, I gulped when I felt like I could not roll my tongue.

"わー私はにーにー日本語はー話せません..."

Shit, I shuttered.

He blinked his blurry eyes at me, squinted them before he jerked to straightened himself up, sniffing with a prideful smile.

"A cute, short, timid and foreign girl! Eigo!" He pumped his fist up and down animatedly, doing a self-celebratory dance. He banged his hands on top of the table, the drinking utensils shaking slightly, as he stared down at me with a self-indulgent look. "Waah, you look soooo young for an adult!"

Holy shit.

"Excuse me," I raised my hand hesitantly, slightly terrified at his attitude and the outcome if this were to drag on. "But I'm a minor."

All of his excitement died down on his face as he took a long look at me, his eyes concentrating from my face to my body.

I shrunk back as the levity of my situation hit me in full force, that he was contemplating whether I was worth to fuck or not. I quickly tugged the jacket tighter around my chest to hide my body from his roaming eyes.

He drew back with a harsh glare at me. "You got to be kidding me," he hissed, his nose flaring in anger.

Fuck, is this really going to happen to me?

"No, really, I am," I told him shakily, the fear lodging me into his seat, making me unable to get up and run as fast as I could. I tried to shake it off as I stood up, a futile attempt as my hand shook when I held on the table to stand. "I'm really two years old."

"What?" He blurted out before he shot up from his seat in a rush. "Wait!"

I jerked away from his reactions but he flinched, the odd attitude capturing me in my shock as he frowned and tried to placate the situation by raising his hands up. "Please, let me talk to you, okay?"

His voice took on a softer tone, and I watched him uneasily, debating my decision whether to comply as he scooted closer to the wall, creating a bigger space between us.

He ran a hand through his brown hair, his golden eyes slanted in hollow anger before a sigh left his mouth.

I frowned heavily. Fuck, why did I listened to my feelings again?

"Did someone put you to this?" he asked gently, eyes softening in genuine sadness.

I blinked at the question. "What do you mean?"

"An adult, agent, some creepos, or a parent, did they put you up for this?" he rephrased the question.

Again, I blinked at him. I have two assholes who drag me to this club to send a mother's son into the deepest sex dungeon of his pedophile father while the mother will face unfortunate discipline which could actually be torture.

"I mean," he sighed uncomfortably. "Did they make business through you getting… fucked by people?"

Oh.

Everything made sense in that one quick moment.

When he took a long look at me after I told him I was a minor, he was assessing me and my situation, not leering. When he got to the speculation that I was a child sex worker, he was in momentarily disbelief before he was determined to help me from whatever hellhole I came from.

Oh.

"...I can help you." I snapped my head to him, meeting his gaze, bright with compassion and justice for the people who suffer under the hands of the cruel ones. "I helped a kid and his mother to hide from this man by letting them stay in my house. Everything is free for them, and the kid is getting educated by his mom with the books I kept. I also try my best to make sure they can go outdoors secretly, to enjoy a world of fresh air and beautiful greeneries."

He must thought he saw something in my gaze because his golden eyes hardened with resolution. "If you don't believe me, then I'm sure you must've heard it in a passing from the people in your business about the man who pulled a search order for them."

Dread began to settled in the pit of my stomach as I recognised where the flow of this conversation is going.

"You know him, Kouga, right?" I inhaled sharply at the name and his eyes sharpened. "Well then, you will know that other being the prestigious and corrupted goverment official, he is a goddamned pedophile lusting after his own son."

There was silence looming over us as the weight of his words consumed the distance between us.

He coughed into his hand and pursed his lips together, a faint pink dusting over his pale cheeks. "If you would like to come with me, then... my name is Teiku. I'm sure Kyoya-kun would like to have someone around his age for company..."

He gazed at me with wide eyes that was like a 24 carats gold, determination screaming in the way he hold himself.

I contemplated my own life.

How did I get into this kind of situations so easily?

TRANSLATION;;

私は日本語話せません ー I don't speak Japanese (watashi ha nihongo hanasemasen)

That was a stressful ride, I tried typing this again and again but the words coming from my brain aren't creative. This sucks. I hope you will forgive my assholic writing;;;

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy summer vacation, 'cuz mine is coming to an end and I'm going back to relying on money for mobile data and becoming a 10th grader ;;;v;;;

QUESTION: What's the feels you get from Mahiro here? Also, what do you anticipate from this plot?

FUN FACT: Yamazaki's first name was supposed to be Himeko. However, Google Keyboard autocorrect it to Himeji and that's how she got her name :')

p.s. ukyo did really say bangtan (does he stan them or does he stan them?)