The two-week spring break has ended, leaving many feeling lost. Lost in the endless music in Tokyo nightclubs, lost that one poker game at the casino because they felt sleepy, and lost to the temptation to buy drugs from that shady dealer for mental relief.

But some were even lost before spring came. Kyoya had always been indulging himself in hours doing work of any type. Somehow, he never felt unmotivated. The young man has been working from early each morning until he becomes exhausted almost every day. Maybe that`s why he could never hold a proper conversation with any female but his mom. And Ueda Eirin. But when it comes to physics, the person to whom Kyoya is talking seems to disappear in his eyes, as he would go on and on, to as far as discussing the nature of the universe.

Takumi didn`t mind that. He became Kyoya`s best and probably only male friend. Despite not knowing exactly why Kyoya`s behavior becomes volatile in certain situations, Takumi put logical reasons aside and trusted his heart.

Something he hasn`t done in ages.

That is also why, he felt his blood boiling because the police station didn`t find any trace of perverted cameras inside its female restroom.

“Do. Not. Do. Anything. Stupid.” Takumi said, looking as if he would eat them alive if they disobeyed.

The girls around him slump under the pressure he emitted, not saying anything back. Still, they plotted among themselves.

With ease, Kirishima found Ichiko Ayase`s place, and has been sparing a few minutes stalking her every day.

Endou ordered many more things that she deemed necessary for this operation.

The three biker girls, despite all of Kirishima`s efforts to scare them off, trained as hard as they can, grinding to get their skills sharpened.

They didn`t ask Kyoya for help, knowing that he would definitely tell Takumi, further enraging him.

They haven`t been seeing Kyoya much anyways, as of lately his part-time job had him running for the school deadlines.

That day he was given the mission to collect “rent”, on top of the debt whoever had to Boris` gang. [Yakuza rent means the fee to live/work in a certain area they manage]

He arrived at a shabby apartment block. Geared to his toe, Kyoya felt confident: a tracksuit that covers all of his skin, with motorbike gloves, construction boots, and most importantly, a ballistic bulletproof mask. Colored black, it is made of two Kevlar layers sandwiching a steel sheet in the middle. With the mouth area reinforced to prevent teeth being knocked in, the mask could stop up to a .45 pistol round, making a bullet to the face feel just worse than a hard punch.

Upon opening the door, two ugly bastards sat in a sloppy living room, anxiously waiting for him.

Kyoya didn`t sit down, but placed the piece of paper in front of them. They read, and their face became pale.

“Anou… you see, debt collector-sama… we`re in a pinch right now… if… if you can please give us a little more time…”

“…”

Kyoya shook his head.

“Please…”

He took out his phone and gestured to call.

“Oh… ok… I`ll go get whatever we have right now… please consider” The bigger guy of the two stood up and walked behind Kyoya.

“Anou… you see, a close friend of ours borrowed our money for his business… His family was so busy that they had to send their daughter for us to take care of… And now they`re avoiding us… Even going as far as disregarding the child in our care… Poor thing, always asking when will she return… People these days are really heartless… We need enough money to support 3 people here… So if you could please…”

Kyoya instantly turned around, and a cinder block crashed on his face. The thing crumbled, and the big guy winded his arm for a haymaker. But Kyoya`s neck snapped forward, headbutting the guy in the chin. Right when the hit connected, Kyoya coiled his body to the left.

The guy didn`t even see Kyoya`s headbutt, and as his brain shook inside its cranium the guy felt a sharp pain spreading through his body. Kyoya`s uppercut struck him in the liver.

“Wait! Please mister debt collector! He`s emotionally insecure right now! Please don`t hurt him!”

“They`re gonna kill us! Brother! There`s no way we can pay… How can we live!?”

The big guy started crying, and the other went to check on him.

“Don`t worry… we`ll make it through this… Keep it togheter oni-chan…”

Kyoya stood there, silenced by the scene.

“This… this is all we have… it`s only enough for the debt money… but please don`t hurt us!”

Kyoya received the money. Behind the mask, he swallowed, before running as fast as he could from the place.

The scarlet setting sun scorched down on him.

On the way, he bumped into a woman.

“Sorry…”

“…” Kyoya bowed, and slowly walked pass her.

The look on her face reminded Kyoya of his time living with Emiko. The bloody sun was still throbbing, its blood splattering everywhere. He couldn`t help but turn around and look at her again.

She was standing in front of that house where Kyoya had just left. The smaller of the two got the door. From the distance, Kyoya could clearly see the anger in the guy`s eyes. The women handed him an envelope of money, which he counted and slapped her.

She fell on her knees, crying. Kyoya frowned, decided to sneak behind the place. On his way, he saw the woman being forcefully dragged away. He rushed. Upon arrival, their door was locked and they were nowhere to be found.

Kyoya walked along the emergency stairs, only to see an empty room through their window. Other residents has already closed theirs, turning off most of the light. The sun finally died, and darkness shrouded this degraded apartment complex. Kyoya frantically scoured the place, and yet where they went was still a mystery. In the night, Kyoya`s eyes becomes blurry.

“MgghhAaahnn~”

“Shut the fuck up you cunt!”

Soft sobbing sounds combined with strangled screams attracted his ears. Kyoya pupils shrunk, as his round eyes widened. He rushed towards the source of the sound.

Under their basement, the two ugly bastards were releasing their stress on a 12 year old girl and a 36 year old woman. Pumping his arms full of drugs, the big guy shoved the little girl`s head closer to his crotch. The girl gagged, coughed, vomited, but her throat was blocked. As the bastard jerked, disgusting liquids shot out of her nostrils, mixing with the stream of tears from her eyes.

Behind her, the oily bastard was trying to untangle a bunch of vibrators while humping on her body. The mother, with every ounce of her strength, tried to plead despite the jaw-splitting pain from the baseball bat forced into her mouth:

“Nggg.. Negai… Mngghhh… nhhhggg… Yamennghh….”

“Motherfucker from Redfist. Can`t believe the fucking wimp got me! Arghh fuck I`m so mad!” The taller thug clenched onto the bulge on the little girl`s throat.

Enjoying her pained reaction, the oily fucker behind her inserted all the vibrators. A buzzing sound started, and the girl convulsed, bending her back into a painful arch.

“Oh hell yea, the toys in her ass are massaging my junk! Argh… I`m gonna…” Hastily, he grabbed a syringe and injected himself. Moments later, his face was that of pure ecstasy.

He felt so good that he didn`t realize the woman`s urine was flowing all over the place, touching his feet.

That same head was suddenly grabbed by two hands, and the neck broke before he could change his expression.

*Crrgggaaaaccck*

A split second after the terrifying crack, Kyoya leaned forward, using his hips` power for the ITF “neck screw” technique. The corpses rapidly convulsed, causing further pain to the girl. Kyoya stomped and punched them out of the way, catching the naked girl. Trying not to look, Kyoya removed whatever filth he could off of her body. The plastic objects fell on the ground along with slimy liquids, before Kyoya`s heels trampled them. The girl twitched, looking at him for the first time before falling unconscious.

He freed the mother, who grabbed the child from his arm and backed away into a corner, trembling non-stop. She didn`t even care of the fact he had just saved their entire family. When Kyoya had just successfully picked the door to the basement, she immediately felt his presence. The woman did not make a sound when he was behind her. The terror grew large on her face as she saw Kyoya, and her body subconsciously made her wet herself.

Looking at the woman, who was too afraid to even cry, Kyoya took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

He left them to go for their apartment upstairs. He chambered his leg for a kick, but shook his head and brought out the lock picking set Takumi gave him for his birthday. Some other thugs appeared, only to be killed by having their body deformed beyond repair. The painful wails combined with the splatter of blood and organs made the residents here cower under their bed as they prayed to God.

Still, some thanked God, for the removal of their existence.

Rinsing his brass knuckles, Kyoya broke open every nook and cranny in the two apartments. Then, he returned to the mother and child with two large suitcases.