Bankotsu pressed the gas pedal as hard as he could.

"Calm down!" Suikotsu held the dashboard for support.

"Fuck no!" He sharply turned the corner and Suikotsu's face whacked against the window.

After some research, Suikotsu found out it was actually Masumi, and Hiten had given their address and even a phone number, but as they expected, the line was disconnected when called.

He probably gave a false address, too, but Bankotsu would believe anything now. He slammed the brake and ran to the door to pick the lock. He crouched down and Suikotsu frowned.

"That bastard starved my sister!" He yelled as he swung the door open. It was empty. "Masumi!" He shouted. Suikotsu frowned, knowing Bankotsu knew better but wouldn't accept the fact that his sister wasn't here.

Bankotsu ran up the stairs and searched any room he could find. He entered the last one and frowned.

It was hers.

Some of her old clothes and belongings were here. He saw something on the bed and picked it up.

It was a recent picture of her. She was asleep in the picture. He flipped it over and on the back it said 'We've moved.'

He growled and ripped it up.

"Bankotsu…" Suikotsu walked in.

"She isn't here…he took her somewhere!" He fell to his knees.

"Don't blame yourself…"

"It's my fucking baby sister! It's all my fucking fault! I…I need to get that money…" He whispered.

-

Masumi walked down the hall. She had gone to her room to change and get ready and was now headed back to his. She frowned when she saw it empty.

"Yes, we fucking got it!" She heard Hiten from the hallway. She slowly sat on the bed and watched him enter with Manten. His smile went flat when he saw her. "What are you doing in here?"

"I just…I thought…" She blushed and looked down.

"Go to your room." He pointed to the door and Manten sighed, she nodded and walked out.

"Hiten…I know it may seem crazy but…did you ever think you were growing attached to the girl?"

"What?" He stared at his brother in disbelief.

"I've seen the way you act towards her sometimes…I can tell you wish to be cold but…"

"Manten, shut your fucking mouth unless you know what you're talking about." He threw the gym bag on the bed and glared.

"Yes…sorry big brother…" Manten nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, whatever….go keep an eye on Souten." He ordered. Manten nodded and left.

-

Masumi nervously rubbed her forearms. She didn't understand how he was so kind the night before and was now back to being hateful towards her. She jumped when the door opened.

"Hey." Hiten shut the door behind him and walked up to her.

"What?" She mumbled.

"Aw, don't be like that…" He whispered. He crouched so he was eye-level with her stomach and between her legs. He looked up to her and she looked away. "What's your problem?"

"You…lied to me…last night…" She whispered.

"No…look, I cannot let him think I'm going easy on you, ok? Everything needs to seem harsh between us." He assured. He leaned forward and pecked her lips. She grunted in response.

"I just…I think it's all a game to you…" She frowned.

"Its not…" He sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You're beautiful…and smart…" He kissed her neck and she tensed. "What do you want to do today?"

"I don't care…" She shrugged.

"Liar." He scoffed.

"I just…it doesn't matter." She assured.

"How about shop? You always want to do that." He offered and she nodded no.

"You always make me try on those skimpy outfits…" She frowned.

"I won't…"

"Yes you will…" She stared at her lap.

"I'll go anywhere you want, sweetheart. You can have anything." He playfully kissed her neck.

"Sweetheart?" She laughed.

"Mhm…I'll treat you like a princess." He laid her on her side and she laughed as he tickled her.

"Alright…" She smiled.

-

She walked in his room. He told her he'd come for her but she figured she'd find him. She knocked and slowly opened his door. She saw him at his desk and he jumped.

"Manten! What did I tell you…" His voice trailed off. "What are you doing here?"

"I just…I was ready so…" She frowned and watched him frantically put small plastic bags in the gym bag. "What's?"

"Nothing!" He snapped and she winced.

"Is that…" She walked closer and saw the small amount of white powder in the bags.

"Its fucking none of your business, you little slut!" He jumped to his feet and she instinctively took a step back. "You know what you need to know and nothing else." He sighed and kicked the bag under his bed.

-

"Oh, there!" She pointed and practically ran. Hiten wasn't so amused, being basically the bag boy with full arms and a now thin wallet.

"Ugh…do we need to?" He sighed.

"Mhm!" She bobbed her head up and down as she held up a shirt from the rack. "What color?"

"Whatever color you want." He rolled his eyes and placed the bags on the floor.

"But they're different…I mean, warm colors are good for this time of year but the seasons almost over…" She frowned.

"Since when were you so into shopping?" He glared, annoyed.

"You've never really taken me…" She said as she picked up about three more tops.

"There was that one time…"

"Yeah and you…never mind…" Se blushed and looked down.

"Fine…"

"Can we go to a movie?" She asked with a smile.

"No." He answered sharply.

"What about princess?" She sat on his lap and brushed her lips against his.

"Fine…" He closed his eyes and leaned forward, but by then she was standing and browsing again. "Hey!"

"Hm?" She looked over her shoulder.

"Spoiled little bitch." He mumbled and she giggled.

"Ok, I'm all set." He nodded.

"$487." The cashier said bluntly.

"Say what?" Hiten felt his jaw go slack.

"Did I stutter?" She glared and he growled. Masumi softly pecked his cheek and wrapped her arm around his. He grunted and threw five one-hundred dollar bills on the counter.

"Thank you." Masumi whispered.

"I'm gunna make you start taking bags."

"Let's take these to the car." She picked them up no problem and he stared wide-eyed.

"Why the fuck was I carrying them if you could?" He asked as he followed.

"Because you're so nice." She smiled.

-

"Is this a joke?" He whispered.

"Romantic comedies are good." She answered and picked up the popcorn.

"Fuck them…we're sitting in the back." He smirked.

"Are we?" She blushed.

"Yeah…" He sighed.

-

"Look at those assholes…" Bankotsu snickered from the back row as he watched the couple make-out.

"Why are we seeing this again?" Kagura crossed her arms.

"Because…I thought you wanted to see it!" Bankotsu defended.

"You're the one that suggested it…you like chick flicks, don't you?" She smirked as his cheeks reddened, though she couldn't see in the dark.

"N-No." He stammered.

"Aw, that's cute." She mocked and he crossed his arms. She leaned forward.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore." He looked away.

"Pussy." She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

-

"Ok, let's watch…the movie…" Masumi pulled away as he kissed her neck.

"Mhm…" He held his arms around her waist and she giggled.

"Sh, Hiten…" She nervously glanced around.

"Quit it!" A familiar voice yelled from above. Popcorn got thrown at their heads.

"Shut the fuck up!" Hiten yelled back.

"Bankotsu…" Masumi mumbled. Hiten frowned at her as she crossed her arms and sunk down in her seat.

"We can leave…" He offered.

"No…" Her voice cracked.

"Do you want to…"

"Sh…" She slid down in her seat.

-

She crossed her arms and quickly paced out. Tears streamed down her face. She should've left with him. Hiten wouldn't be able to stop Bankotsu…

She believed it was because a part of her was still afraid of him.

Part of her would always fear him. She kept her gaze on her feet as she walked outside.

"Hey!" She glanced over her shoulder and saw Hiten. How did Bankotsu not see him? She just walked to the all too familiar navigator. He nearly jogged to keep up with her.

'I know but…I would've wanted to stay with him." She shrugged. He opened the door for her and walked around to the driver seat.

"Isn't that what you want anyway?" He cocked his eyebrow at her.

"Sometimes…when you're mean to me…" She whispered. "But when you're nice…I like being with you…" She blushed and he frowned. "I…I just want both…" He held her hand that was on her lap and she jumped.

"It's ok…" He pecked her cheek. He expected her to pull away like she usually did, or perhaps tense. Maybe simply look away, but she didn't. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he heard a few soft sobs but kept his eyes on the road, trying to ignore the emotional thing.

The ride remained silent until they reached home. He took the bags out of the trunk before opening her door for her.

He knew she wouldn't try to run off anymore, it became sort of a routine, though. He watched her wipe away the remainder of her tears and frowned. She held his shoulder and stepped down, since his hands were full.

She walked beside him and stared down. Inside, Manten and Souten were gone. He walked her to her room and threw her bags on the bed before sitting beside them.

"What are you doing?" She whispered and sat beside him.

"Seeing what all my money went into." He answered matter-of-factly as he dug through a bag. He opened the box that held two-inch, Gucci heels. "Are you serious?" He stared at her and she shrugged. He sighed.

-

After about an hour, he was finally down to the last bag.

"Diamond studs…I might steal those…" He mumbled and she smirked. "Nail polish?"

"I haven't done my nails in a while." She scrunched her nose and looked at her bare nails.

"You women make a big deal out of nothing…when people look at you, they don't look at your nails." He rolled his eyes.

"It depends if they're worth looking at." She grabbed his hand and glared at his nails. "You bite?" She twisted her face in disgust.

"Hey, what I do with my nails is my business!" He barked and she giggled.

"Let me fix them." She smiled. She pulled out a nail file and he crossed his arms. "You said I could do whatever I wanted today." She teased. He bit his nail to mock her and she growled. She grabbed his hand and ferociously filed his nails. He struggled but she managed to hold his arm down long enough. He sighed and obediently let her do the other hand.

"Are you better now? Did that miraculously improve your mood?"

"Sort of…can you do mine?"

"What?" He asked in a flat voice.

"It's hard because I can't do anything with my left hand…" She frowned.

"I…don't know how." He argued.

"Fine…" She sighed and twirled her hair with her index finger.

"What do I get if I do it?" He asked impatiently.

"You can watch me change." She shrugged.

"Sex?"

"For painting my nails?" She asked in disbelief.

"Duh." He rolled his eyes.

"No." She crossed her arms.

"I'll do your toes too." He smiled hopefully.

"No…I don't want to." She looked down and he frowned.

"Fine." He roughly grabbed her hand and sat beside her. He placed it on her thigh and opened the polish. She smirked watching him.

He licked his upper lip and hunched over her hand to try and perfect the simple task. He moved slowly but it came out neatly.

"Is it too much wo…"

"Sh!" He silenced her and she sighed.

After a half hour, he finished her hands.

"Damn…" He muttered.

"You didn't need to drag that out." She smiled.

"Don't you dare mess those up." He glared. "Now change." He crossed his arms and rested his back against the headboard.

"I don't want to mess them up." She continued to smile.

"Change." He repeated. She crawled in front of him and stood on her knees.

Slowly, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She slowly pulled her arms out of the low-cut t-shirt and saw his perverted smile plastered on his face, though she knew he was annoyed by her teasing.

She slipped her thumbs in her skirt beside her hips and bit her bottom lip. His eyebrow twitched and her smirk widened. She made sure to slip it down at an extremely slow pace and crawled out of it. She was down to her lace bra and panties and still standing on her knees.

"I didn't say stop…" He glared.

"All I needed to do was change; I never needed to get completely naked." She taunted. He snarled. She rolled her eyes and unhooked her bra. She threw it at him before searching for a shirt.

"I didn't get to see." He whined. She rolled her eyes and faced him. "Come here." He whispered and she glared. "We won't do anything." She slowly crawled over to him. She was between his legs as he sat up and blushed at her exposure.

He slipped one arm around her waist and she gasped.

"Sh…" He cooed. He pulled her so close that her bare chest pressed against his and he smirked. He kissed her neck and her cheek and she frowned. "Fine." He stopped and let go.

"Are you…angry?" She whispered. He threw his shirt at her and she put it on.

"No." He glanced around the room.

"It's just…you said you wouldn't and…"

"I know what I said!" He barked.

"Sorry." She whispered and he gave her a sympathetic look.

"I just haven't been laid in a while." He mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Nothing…" He sighed as his cheeks reddened. She crawled back between his legs and rested against him.

"I'm sorry…"

"Damnit stop that!" He barked and she winced. He wrapped his arms around her

-

'Hello?'

'Bankotsu?' Hiten whispered.

'It's you…isn't it?' There was anger in his voice.

'Yeah…you know I've been waiting…I'm raising the stakes…' He looked around to make sure nobody was listening.

'What? You can't do that!' He protested.

'Five thousand extra dollars.' He hung up. It may not be a lot, but he knew he'd be able to keep her a little longer.

For some reason, that made him feel better.