Hiten smirked as he locked the door and Bankotsu kept his eyes on him. Out of another room came a familiar, fish-headed demon. Bankotsu lunged forward to Hiten and Manten struggled to restrain him.

"Not yet." Hiten whispered. "Struggle and she gets hurt." He crouched in front of Masumi and crossed his arms on her lap. "What's wrong sweetheart?" He softly stroked her cheek and she instinctively flinched.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Bankotsu snarled and Hiten glared, not amused.

"Touch her how?" He smirked. "Why so pale, Masumi?" He brushed his lips against hers and she felt his hand slide up her thighs. He stood up and leaned down. One hand now tilted her chin and the other kept a firm hold on her thigh. She closed her eyes as he deepened the kiss and tears slid down her cheeks.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Bankotsu went to go forward again but Hiten ignored him as he broke his kiss with Masumi. He let go of her thigh and used his other hand to wipe the tears off her face.

"Nobody's going to hurt you, ok?" He whispered and she kicked her legs to get him away. "Just be a good girl." He pecked her cheek and got to his feet.

"I-If you st-stop now…" She whispered in her ear, feeling her brother's gaze deepen as she exchanged whispers.

"Just do what you're told…I love you…" He gently grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. "You ready now?" He taunted. "Manten, take Masumi upstairs to her room. Use a chair to hold the door shut and get your ass back down here. Go straight to and get the Navigator ready." Hiten barked.

The second his arms were free, Bankotsu lunged forward. Hiten ran straight at him and Bankotsu's back slammed against the wall. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and looked down to see Hiten holding a knife there.

"Bankotsu!" Masumi shrieked.

"Upstairs!" Hiten demanded and Manten quickly complied. Hiten threw the bloodied knife aside and Bankotsu gasped a little before coughing up blood. He hissed when Hiten brought his fist to his stomach repeatedly.

He pushed Hiten's shoulders and Hiten fell back on the coffee table, breaking a few glass objects beneath him. He grunted and Bankotsu brought a fist to his jaw. He rolled off the table and growled when he landed on more shattered glass. Bankotsu picked up the light table and went to throw the whole thing at him but he kicked his ankles and made him fall on his side.

Bankotsu groaned as he hit the ground and Hiten sat on his waist.

"You almost fight like your sister…only she's a little stronger." Hiten taunted as he squeezed his neck.

"You don't know what you're fucking talking about!" Bankotsu shoved Hiten to his side and threw the couch over him. Hiten pushed the piece of furniture aside and ran at Bankotsu. They each had their hands on each other's shoulders and Bankotsu swung Hiten straight into the big screen TV. Hiten shook his head and immediately regained his footing.

"You're leaving her out of this!" Bankotsu snarled and brought his fist to Hiten's jaw. "You used her! You fucking raped her!" He pinned Hiten down, letting his anger get the better of him, and relentlessly hit his face. Hiten hardly had time to breathe between the hits and was soon coughing up blood. "What did she ever fucking do to you? You convinced her to love you and told her she was worthless! You know how many fucking tears she wasted on your ass?" Bankotsu grunted. "She would never love a heartless bastard like you…" He spat through his teeth as the punches died down. Hiten growled and lunged forward, bloodied and bruised.

"She fucking loves me!" He growled and shoved Bankotsu into the kitchen.

"You don't even know what love is! If you cared as much as you say you do you would've never put her through that!" Bankotsu snarled. Hiten roughly grabbed the back of his head and slammed Bankotsu's face against he counter. He pulled it up and stared as blood spilled from his nose and mouth. He used his fist to smash open the glass cabinet and pulled out a plate. He broke it over Bankotsu's head and watched him fall to his knees.

"She did it to herself…" He whispered.

"Is that what you tell yourself?" Bankotsu glared up. "You did everything and anything to break her…she never wanted you." He snarled and Hiten glared, hating his words but knowing they were probably true.

-

Masumi grunted as she slipped her chained hands below her body. She looked at the handcuffs and frowned. She heard muffled yells and loud crashes and thuds through the door, only increasing her worry. She growled and struggled to slip off the handcuffs, only to fail. She remembered Manten had put her in her brother's room by accident, rather than her own.

She quietly walked over to the desk and dug through the doors. From the kink-o Bankotsu was, she knew he had handcuffs somewhere. She went through his dresser and her eyes lit up at the sight of fuzzy, pink handcuffs. She snatched the key and licked her upper lip in attempt to free herself.

She growled when it didn't fit. She threw the sex toy aside and went to his desk where he kept most documents and requirements she was never allowed to go through. She frowned at the sight of marijuana and packaged, ready to be sold cocaine. She dug deeper and found a keychain that held over thirty keys.

She frowned and looked through the small one. After three tries, she found one that fit. She threw the set of handcuffs aside and went for the door. She grunted when it was stuck, with what she assumed to be a chair.

She bit her bottom lip and continued to struggle with the door. She lunged her body forward and the chair fell out of the way. She stumbled as she fell out of the room but bolted down the stairs. The house was barely recognizable and she heard them in the kitchen. She gasped when she saw their badly beaten faces.

"Stop!" She shrieked and the room got silent as they both faced her. Her fingertips lightly touched her trembling lips and she slowly fell to her knees. "Just…please…stop…." She looked to her lap and crossed her arms to cradle herself.

"I told you to stay put!" Hiten barked, though he was panting.

"Just….please…."

"Don't fucking talk to her like that!" Bankotsu lunged forward.

"She'll listen to me whether you like it or not!" Hiten fought back.

"I said stop!" She shrieked. "Hiten…" She looked up and saw the hurt in his eyes. She stood up and walked up to them both. She jumped into Hiten's embrace and Bankotsu frowned, hurt by her decision.

She felt the blood of her brother and his own that stained through his clothes, and buried her face into his shoulder. He was just as cut up and beaten as her brother and blood masked his face, making it unfamiliar. She felt his shaky arms wrap around her.

"H-He was first…" She whispered.

"What?"

"Bankotsu….he was everything to me first…." She looked up to him and his heart sank. His hand covered in dried blood softly stroked her bangs aside. She pecked his cheek and nuzzled into his embrace.

"Sh…" He held her close and she glanced at Bankotsu through the corner of her eyes. He watched blankly as his baby sister held him as if for dear life.

"I can't be with you……y-you can't respect and you c-can't treat me right….you don't kn-know how to love…" She whispered and faced him.

"I can learn…." He mumbled.

"No…"

"Why the fuck not?" He snapped and she winced. Bankotsu snarled and struggled to pry her off but Hiten held on tightly. "You already said you did! I told you to fucking back off for your fucking safety and you wanted to be by my fucking side!" He shook her and Bankotsu whipped her behind him.

"Do not fucking talk to her like one of your whores!"

"What do you think she was?" Hiten retorted and Masumi hid behind her brother.

"Don't you dare say that!"

'Or what? Go ahead, Masumi, watch your brother hit me." He taunted and Bankotsu lowered his fist.

"You…" Bankotsu was cut off when Hiten's fist went straight into his face. Bankotsu fell on his back and lay motionless. Masumi gasped.

"It's just you and me now…" He smirked. She ran around the counter and he chased her.

Bankotsu groggily opened his eyes and lifted his head. His stomach was covered in blood and he knew he already lost too much from the stab. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He knew he wouldn't be conscious for too long but he would call, as a last resort, the cops.

-

"Get back here!" Hiten tackled her on the couch and she struggled.

"Hiten…please…I…." She stopped when he gently pressed his lips against hers. She pushed him off and blinked.

"I really wish it didn't need to be like this…." He put all his weight on her.

"Hiten?"

"What?"

"I…I think….I'm late…." She whispered.

"For what?" He whispered and began heatedly kissing her neck.

"Late, late…" She frowned and his eyes got wide.

"You…." He was cut off when sirens rang outside and two cops broke down the door. "Shit!" He jumped to his feet and went to bolt out.

"Hiten!" She called, her body trembling out of fear as the cops held him down on his stomach and handcuffed him behind the back.

"You have the right to remain silent." One stated and she sat up as the other approached her.

"It's alright….you won't need to see him for a long time." He assured and she watched as paramedics came in with a stretcher to carry out Bankotsu's limp, unconscious body.

"No…." She whispered.

"It's alright…" He wrapped his arm around her and she pushed him off. She ran around the paramedics and to the cop car, where Hiten was leaned against and being searched. He frowned to her as he obediently sat in the backseat of the cop car. She ran to the side of it and looked down to him.

She had dreamed of the day he got caught until now. He looked away from her and she backed away from the car.

"Are you getting in the ambulance with him?" A paramedic asked anxiously.

"Y-Yeah…" She watched the cop car speed off and slowly walked to the back of the ambulance. She sat beside her unconscious brother and buried her face in his chest.

What did she ever do to deserve this?