After the boy left and Ayumi cried herself raw again, she managed to pass out on the cold ground. By the time she came to, she was almost positive it had to of at least been a day or two since she was taken... She was finally given some water to drink, and while she had been reluctant, her throat hurt too much to deny it. Time crawled by painfully slow in the dark room, her mind consumed with the situation at hand and all the variables around it. Her mind was snapped out of one of it's thought processes when the door open. She expected to see the blonde boy again, which wasn't something she was looking forward to. Instead it was a greasy looking boy with black hair and dark eyes. She sank back, confused and scared. She kept quiet, hoping he wasn't here for that.

"Well, aren't you a quiet one," Sato said as he shut the door behind him. He had heard that Koga had managed to break this one in quickly. He had also heard that Kishinuma had apparently claimed her as his own. It honestly just perked his curiosity in a girl he otherwise wouldn't have cared about. After all, Kishinuma had never been apart of their games. He just chuckled at her silence. She was already against the wall, so it was easy to crouch down to her level. His hand landed on her thigh, his head moving close so his mouth was right near her ear. "I bet I can make you scream.".

Ayumi was shaking in horror, the man's hot breath felt disgusting on her ear. She thought... that boy had said... she didn't think she would have to deal with another! Tears were welling up already as she froze in fear, terrified of what may happen.

Yoshiki was planning to go back today... but not for those reasons. Once per day wasn't necessary. Maybe in random intervals... Ugh, he wasn't really sure how to go about this. He entered the room where most hung out when they had nothing better to do. Koga was missing, but that was normal. He tended to spend a lot of time with his... eugh, favorites... Everyone else was accounted for, except... He was tempted to ask the others where Sato was, but he didn't even feel like he should waste his breath. He was heading there anyways. Dammit, if he was doing anything to her... he may seriously have to break him... No one here was loyal to bargains... But, he guessed their group was much like a pack of disgusting animals. If he was planning to keep 'territory', he'd have to keep others away and defend it.

Sure enough, when he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of that sleazy grease-ball, touching the girl. His expression grew completely menacing, his glare harsh on the back of the head of Sato. "And what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked sharply, his face giving away just how pissed he was, and how much more he could get if Sato made another move.

Ayumi was weirdly happy to see the blonde boy, and very much relieved as he seemed pissed at the other guy. She could see the greasy boy's expression change from something of lust to absolute horror. Yet, he wasn't moving his hand from her thigh, his skin touching her's was disgusting.

"Oh, uh, well, I just figured I'd try her out..." Sato said, looking back at Yoshiki with a more composed expression than the one Ayumi had seen. While he was scared of Yoshiki, the guy was way too quiet and menacing looking, he didn't think Yoshiki would care that much. Though, with the rage in his eyes, Sato was beginning to think he may of misjudged this entire situation.

Yoshiki's eyes narrowed at Sato, his calm expression not fooling him. He knew damn well everyone else knew he wasn't a force to be messed with. After all, that's why Koga hated him so much. Because he was a threat. He wasn't a mindless lackey like everyone else here, and he sure as hell wasn't a weakling. At his answer, his anger flared in his stomach. What balls Sato had, to be answering so matter-of-factly... Not that he was going to get any points for such bravery. Not from Yoshiki. Without further verbal warning, he stepped up and yanked Sato back by his collar, then threw him to the wall. "You figured wrong," he hissed with resentment, aiming a kick at his stomach, so he really got the message, "Get the fuck out, while I'm still feeling merciful."

Ayumi watched silently as the blonde boy yanked the other one way, tossing him to the wall. Normally she didn't support any brutality, but there was a part of her that was glad when he was kicked in the stomach. He probably deserved far worse. The slimy boy slunk out of the room like a rat exposed to light... how pathetic. She glanced over at the blonde boy once again as the the other one was far gone. "You... weren't lying..." she mumbled in amazement. Honestly, she had been beginning to think everything he had said before was a lie. So, he really was going to look out for her... she didn't know how to process such a thing. He couldn't be better than the others, if he was kidnapping girls, but he was, in some weird way.

Yoshiki's glaring eyes followed Sato out of the room, but when he was out of sight, he let his anger go back down below the boiling point. He turned, his look a lot more neutral now that it was just her. "Of course I wasn't," he answered shortly, as if she had no reason to doubt him, though he knew it was too much the opposite. He sighed, moving past from where he had been the other day and leaned up against the wall, sliding down to sit a few feet away from her. His eyes trailed over to her. It didn't seem like Sato had gotten anywhere, but he felt the need to make sure. "You okay? He didn't do anything, right?" he asked, a hint of anger to his tone, as if signalling Sato may be in for a rough ride if her answer was anything but 'no'.

Ayumi watched him as he moved to the wall and slid down to sit. Her stomach flipped nervously that they would be having sex again, not sure if she could handle it again so soon. She was a bit surprised how he was holding up to what he told her. She had expected him to turn on her once he got what he wanted. But, he didn't even orgasm when they had sex. Maybe he really was trying to help her... She looked at him as he spoke to her again. She nodded lightly as he asked if she was okay. Even though, with regards to everything, she really wasn't. Still, she could have been much worse at that moment if he hadn't intervened. "No... you got here before he could," she explained quietly. She was confused that he sounded so angry about it. Almost like he actually cared about her condition.

Yoshiki gave a small nod of understanding. He was going to have to be a lot more vigilant of her if he was to make sure nothing happened. "Sorry... you know these guys aren't very loyal to deals. I probably should have been more weary," he said with a sigh, running his hand through his hair, "I'll try to be more vigilant. Though, with any luck, they'll leave you alone after what happened to that guy." It was always weird avoiding using names, but it had to be done. Which also meant he couldn't give away his name... It was a shame, since it was another factor to gaining her trust, but he'd lose her if he broke that rule.

Ayumi stared at him strangely. She still couldn't wrap her head around why he was doing this for her. Though, she did appreciate knowing he was looking out for her... But, she couldn't find it in her to thank him. He was still apart of this group, after all. "If they find out you're pulling something like this... won't you get in trouble?" she asked, just to further her own confusion. Why stick his neck out like this for a girl he didn't even know? And she could only guess what happened to guys who didn't follow the rules exactly as they should... either beaten up horribly or killed, she guessed. After all, an organization like this... someone can't just walk out of it. The risk of ratting the others out would be too high.

Yoshiki glanced to her, his worst fear uncovered. Yeah... and it probably wasn't him that would pay for it... His look darkened for a moment, before he regained his blank expression. "Don't worry about that," he told her simply, looking away towards the door and closing his eyes. His head was spinning with what would happen if he was caught, or if they tried selling this girl to some pervert. 'Miki... I don't want you to be dragged into my mistake... So please, if there is a God, let her be safe, and let me keep this girl from harm too... I just want to do something about this for once... Please... Please keep Miki out of this', he thought desperately, his heart sinking.

Ayumi caught the look in his eyes... It just confirmed what she already knew. If he did get caught, bad things would happen. Even if she didn't know the specifics, she knew he was taking a huge gamble with his own life by doing this. "I don't get it..." she mumbled, looking at him over her knees that were held against her chest. "You don't know me... If so much is at risk, why bother? I'm probably just going to get sold anyway," she said, looking down. She couldn't find herself looking towards the future in much hope. And, if that was the case, he was taking a huge risk for something that may end up being a moot point. She realized that maybe she should just shut her mouth and accept the help, but she couldn't. The boy's actions made no sense, and it was frustrating her.

Yoshiki grimaced at her question, unsure of how to answer any better than the first time he was asked a similar thing. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if he could say anything that would really clear her confusion. "I... got myself into this God awful mess around two years ago, and I've always been so willing to ignore what goes on around here. I... never did anything to stop any of it... I want to at least try this time," he explained, keeping his eyes closed. He wasn't sure that's how he wanted to word it, but that was the best why he could think of to express his heavy, guilt-ridden conscience. He then looked at her, usually sharing the pessimist tone she carried, but he didn't want to give up so easily. "Even if that ends up being the case... I told you I'd still try to get you out of this situation... I meant that, too. You... really don't deserve any of this. Really, no one does... I'm not trying to make up for my past, and I don't expect any sort of thanks. I don't deserve one, and nothing can erase what I'm responsible for letting happen, and being a part of. I just... want to help this time, instead of letting everyone do whatever the hell they want," he said further, his eyes narrowing and gazing towards the floor.

Ayumi stared at him as he spoke, trying to figure out exactly why he was doing this. It sounded like a guilty conscience ready to break. Maybe she should just accept that she was 'lucky' enough to be the one he decided to focus his attention on. After all, that other guy that had come in would have been someone she would have to sleep with. She frowned, looking at him with narrowed eyes. He was hard to understand, and she wouldn't be able to see the world through his eyes, she realized. So, she just nodded lightly, "...Okay." He was sick of inaction... so he was acting to the best of his abilities. She was so conflicted on how to feel towards this guy. He has, honestly, been pretty good to her. Aside from sleeping together, which he handled as delicately as he probably could, he hasn't done her any harm. "What's your name?" she then asked. She wanted something to call him in her mind besides 'that boy' .

Yoshiki leaned back slightly as they got off the reasons for doing all of this. He didn't intend to moan to her about money problems, especially now, or tell her about Miki. He got himself in this mess. He shouldn't really be wallowing in self pity when he brought all this upon himself. Still, though... her next question really couldn't be answered. "... Sorry... it's a rule around here that we don't give names. That's why I've been saying titles like boss and stuff, if you were wondering..," he mentioned with a sigh, "They could easily find out I told you my name, then they'd separate us, and... you'd probably be sold without question, to keep you from talking... That's not something I want to happen. Though... if it'll make you feel better, you can make up some name to call me."

Ayumi frowned, disappointed to hear the answer. She could understand as he explained the situation, though. She'd be a loose thread in their sick business if she knew even one person's name. At his suggestion, she looked aside, embarrassed. "I'm not very good at naming things or nicknames..." she said quietly in warning that if he was giving her free range to name him, he wasn't going to be happy.. Back at Kisaragi... she referred to everyone with their proper names. Mochida... Shinohara... Nakashima... Morishige... The only person she was close enough to say their first name was Mayu. Even with Mayu coining her with a nickname, Ayu-chan, Ayumi could never bring herself past calling her 'Mayu'. Her heart suddenly lurched for her friend's company. She looked back at him examining him in consideration, though, because she had to come up with something. He really wasn't a bad looking guy... he could be very intimidating, but he was too gentle with her for her to consider him 'scary'. Blonde hair, probably bleached, and striking gray eyes...

Yoshiki gave a careless shrug, not really scared of what names she would come up with. "It's fine, I don't really care. Say whatever comes to mind and I'll role with it," he said, just making sure she knew she could do whatever. While an actual name would be favored over a pet name, he would be okay with anything. After all, it was a little tiresome not to be able to call someone something. In fact, it was driving him crazy always calling her 'the girl', but he didn't feel like he could ask. It seemed to step over a barrier, which was... weird... If she told him herself, that'd be fine, but she was entitled to keep her name secret.

Ayumi nodded lightly at his response. She still felt a little embarrassed and on the spot as she tried to name him. She honestly wasn't good at looking at people and getting a feeling for their names. People defined names for her, so just staring at this boy who she knew almost nothing about was really difficult. Although... he sort of reminded her of... She looked thoughtful as she debated if she really wanted to call him that. It technically meant "brushwood", though she wasn't thinking of it like such. "Uh... Shiba..." she mumbled, face red. What she had in mind with this choice was the dog breed, Shiba Inu. He just... reminded her of one. She couldn't think of anything better, and she really didn't feel like fretting over his name for long when he probably wouldn't care.

Yoshiki stared at her for a moment. It was going to be weird to have a different name, he knew... and it was going to take a while getting used to... But it wouldn't be so bad. Though, it was strange that she'd name him after a dog... He didn't take it's literal meaning because that really had nothing related to him... Not that a dog did either, but at least it could have blond fur. "As in... the dog?" he questioned, not being able to hold back a small smile and chuckle at her red face. She was getting so embarrassed over a name... "Fine, as long as you're sure. Once that's my name, it's the only thing I'll come to," he mentioned as he placed his hands behind his head as a makeshift pillow, playing on the fact it was a canine.

Ayumi felt another jolt of embarrassment as he picked up on where the name came from. It wasn't really a jab at him or anything... it just was the only thing she could think of. Though at his chuckle and smile, she relaxed a little bit. He evidently wasn't offended or annoyed at it. When he spoke again, she found a small smile tug at her lips. It felt very weird and a little uplifting to feel something other than fear and dread. "We could always go with 'Fluffy' too," she mentioned. It felt so off to be joking at all, but she supposed any moment she could take that wasn't crushing her spirit, she should go along with.

Yoshiki eyed her with a skeptical look. "Shiba is fine," he answered flatly, but had the same joking tone. He had to agree, it felt weird to try and turn the atmosphere with jokes, but he was pretty certain it'd help her nerves. But, oh God... if any one else, especially Koga, caught Ayumi calling him Shiba, he'd never hear the end of it. That was most likely happening in the near future... his luck was horrible like that... But... it was worth it. Her being able to call him a name probably made her feel at least a little more comfortable.

So, he was Shiba now. Ayumi still felt herself curious about his actual name, but her nickname would have to do. She'd never be able to look at a Shiba Inu dog the same again... well, if she ever got the chance to see any type of dog again. A silence then began to hang over them as she felt herself run dry of things to say. She couldn't think of anymore questions to address... though, she liked having someone else around. She just couldn't think of any topic to strike up, because what could they talk about? Though last time a silence went over them like this... She looked at him miserably, trying to mentally prepare herself once again for the unpleasant act. "Are we going to have to...?" she questioned quietly, eyes glancing aside.

Yoshiki began to think about what his plans would be in the future as a silence developed. Like... what exactly was the interval for... that... and what he'd do if Koga tried to separate them out of spite or if she was sold instead of given back to her parents. The most he could leave her alone was... One, maybe two days, but two was pushing it. He couldn't go in an easily noticeable pattern, and he'd have to keep a close eye on her so no one like Sato would try anything. Then, if the latter happened... he would still try to keep her his like he was now, which would definitely get him in trouble with Koga, but he couldn't leave her to them at this point. He was too involved to just be turned away. And if she was sold... he'd guess... the only thing to do then is attempt to help her escape... It's just... he was terrified of what the ripple effect would be of all this... What would... these bastards do to Miki?... He was snapped out of thought by Ayumi's question, though he had barely heard. He glanced to her, noticing she was looking away with a miserable face. He frowned, eyes going to the floor. Even though that wasn't what he was here for... it just reminded him of what he'd have to do over and over... Not today, but tomorrow probably, and another certain day, etcetera... He sighed, trying to calm himself. "No... I'm only here to talk," he replied honestly. It may have sounded like something the others would consider suspicious, but really, they all knew how antisocial he was with them. Seeking someone to talk to didn't seem any more abnormal than him calling her for reserve, and again, that reserve meant he could use her for whatever. He just so happened wanted someone to converse with... though it was also for her comfort. Not talking to anyone for extended periods of time tended to suck your spirit away. He knew, because he saw it happen.

Ayumi looked back to him, visibly relieved but then confused. She was glad she didn't have to engage in anymore acts like that today, she still felt uncomfortable soreness between her legs from the last time, but she was surprised to hear that he had come to talk. "Why?" she asked, though quickly realized she shouldn't sound so opposed to it. It was much more preferable than sitting alone in the dark. "I mean... not that I don't want that... But, don't you have any friends in this place?" she questioned. He had probably been at this for a while. She wouldn't be surprised if he had someone in the organization he could talk to... Ugh, she just wasn't sure if she should really be okay with the fact she was beginning to trust a guy that kidnapped girls for a living. Yet, he was doing this for her, bringing risk to himself and it sounded like he may have been roped into the position in the first place. The entire situation was too difficult to put in black or white... it was just a lot of grey.

Yoshiki gave a small, low chuckle, shaking his head. "No way... they're all pigs. I'd only talk to them if my life depended on it," he answered, being completely serious about such circumstances. It was on a similar basis as to why he came here in the first place, and as to why he stayed, though he didn't particularly care for his life anymore. He had made too many wrong turns for anything good to come from it. That, and he didn't know if his conscience would let him lead a good life after this.

Ayumi nodded in understanding, a little comforted that he didn't participate in the pack mentality. After all, they probably all egg each other on to be even worse... And so far, besides Shiba, every guy in this place has seemed disgusting and without a moral compass. She didn't have anything to say to continue that conversation... and while she could thank him for sticking around, she didn't really feel it necessary. "So... why exactly did you drop out of Kisaragi?" she suddenly questioned, pulling the conversation back to something they briefly talked about the first time they talked. Before she had just accepted a guy like this wouldn't deal with school, but now she had a genuine curiosity. He seemed like he could have made it through school...

Yoshiki paused to consider what he'd say. He definitely couldn't be too specific, with Tsubota and all that. It was too infamous. Though... he could give the general idea of why he didn't care anymore. Why he had let his self control go out the window, and finally show Tsubota what he was really thinking. "I just felt... like I was wasting my time... It's not like I'm the only one who thought that, either," he said, though he really did regret it. Maybe if he had stayed... this wouldn't have happened. Not that he could imagine himself making any other choice... No one thought he could amount to anything, including himself. So school just felt so pointless.

Ayumi titled her head at him, her eyebrows furrowing. "What do you mean?" she questioned in uncertainty. Did the teachers actually say things like that to him? They'd be disgusting excuses for educators if they did. But, while Ayumi didn't like a lot of the teachers as people, she did think they did their jobs well. Either way, though, he shouldn't have... He could be in a much better situation if he had stuck with school. He probably wouldn't be associating with the people he was and actually have a shot at a future. His days would be spent in this group or in jail... they were the only two options Ayumi could really see. Unless, he ran away and skipped the country, but he'd need a lot of cash and a passport.

Yoshiki just shrugged lightly, not wanting particularly to get scolded at, or otherwise gain sympathy. Most likely, the former would happen, especially since she was a class representative. "I wasn't going anywhere, and everyone knew it. Myself, my parents, teachers, and students. I had already dug a pretty deep hole for myself, so there was pretty much no point," he answered simply, as if it was still something he accepted as a fact. He was on his own, and there was no way for him to climb out of that ditch by himself. And everyone knew he was a lost cause, so no one helped. He... didn't really know why he was telling her all this... He guessed he wanted someone to know he had existed, even if it was quite a pitiful one.

"You could have always found a way out..." Ayumi scolded lightly. School... wasn't hard. At least, it was an easier thing to deal with than the mess he was wrapped in now. But, with everyone around him telling him he couldn't, that defeatist attitude was always drilled into his head. It was particularly disgusting that his parents wouldn't support him. Ugh, why couldn't people just be good and supportive to one another? It was such a frustrating world to live in. "Kisaragi is a good school... you could have made it through," she stated. He didn't seem stupid. Even if he struggled book-wise, just getting the diploma would have been in his reach still, if he put the time in.

Yoshiki just shook his head, his own pessimist views showing now that they were talking about him. Both of them seemed to flip flop, depending on who they were talking about. "Not by myself," he answered shortly, and sounded fairly certain of himself. He couldn't muster up the confidence to carry on in school, especially with his own defeatist thoughts and others' comments about him. It was impossible, without someone who would help him get there.

Ayumi's expression shifted to sympathy. She has learned true isolation in this place, and she knew she would have already lost her mind if Shiba hadn't interfered. So, she could understand not being able to make it through something alone, with everything seemingly against you. "It's too bad... we didn't meet at school," she mumbled lightly. She liked to of think she'd have intervened and helped him... if she had noticed. 'What-ifs' were always iffy. But, things could have been different if one person had made an effort for him... She really felt sick to her stomach knowing that.

Yoshiki considered that. She seemed to be pushing that he should have been more persistent in staying at school... Would she do the same their first year? Was she even capable of meeting him then? The possibility made his heart sink slightly, his eyes narrowing. "It is..," he replied solemnly, aiming his gaze at the ground again. Since he felt this conversation was dying, and he was starting to get a little depressed, he'd figure he'd ask a question of his own, "What... year are you, by the way?" If he hadn't dropped out, nor be held back, he'd be a second year... If she was year below him, like she looked, they couldn't have met. If she was a second year, it'd probably only drag him further down, but his curiosity couldn't help it. He knew by the description that she was 17, but that didn't necessarily make her a second year.

Ayumi regretted saying anything along those lines. It was probably a depressing for him, considering his entire life would be radically different if he was in school. She glanced aside guiltily, until his voice caught her attention. "I'm a second-year," she answered simply. She wondered if she'd ever get a chance to go back to school. She really did enjoy the experience. It was fun... classmates, friends, trips, festivals, lunch time, some teachers... She may never get to really learn anything ever again. Even with Shiba's promise to try and intervene if she was sold off, she didn't feel confident. There were probably a lot of members... sneaking her out would be impossible. Ugh, she may end up some old perverts sex toy the rest of her life. The thought made her wish a swift death upon herself.

Yoshiki gave a long sigh at her answer, only finding it added fuel to his regret. "What a coincidence..," he muttered, not lifting his eyes up to her. So she was a second year... She had been in the same year as him... If only... things had gone differently... Maybe they could have met in a different set of circumstances... Ugh, he needed to stop thinking about maybes. This was the life he was living... Dreaming of an alternate universe didn't help him truly escape the life he really was living.

Ayumi stared at him as he sighed, finding something different about his demeanor. She blinked slowly in surprise as he spoke. So, they had been in the same class. Her stomach twisted uneasily. She wished she had been able to... somehow help him. She would have supported him... scolded him to get on track. She was always pushing her fellow classmates. She figured this topic was bringing him down, which she honestly didn't want to do. If only she could think of something to say... but there was nothing that could be said. They had unknowingly been classmates who would eventually end up in this screwed-up scenario. She glanced down, lost on what to say.

Yoshiki let another silence develop, thoughts on what to talk about running dry. Even so... he wouldn't leave her, until he absolutely had to. And even when that time came, he was paranoid about what would happen to her. He felt so responsible for her... He didn't want anything bad to happen to her...