He pushed his breakfast plate away and he realized with a sense of unease that he had barely touched his food. His stomach was twisted into knots, his anxiety overpowering any semblance of hunger. The unease that had been simmering within him since yesterday suddenly boiled over as he caught Ryu's intense stare, his eyes boring into Yuuki like a cold, calculating weight. Ryu's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, as he barked orders at the two guards standing by the door.

“Take him” Ryu ordered sharply, signaling to the two guards stationed at the door. The guards' heavy footsteps echoed through the room, their approach sending a shiver down Yuuki's spine. Panic began to set in, his heart racing as he felt a primal urge to resist, to fight back against the unknown fate that awaited him. "Don't touch me, bastard!" he spat, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a desperate bid for control.

"Where are we going? Let me go bastard!" he demanded, his voice laced with a mix of fear and defiance, as he struggled to assert his autonomy in the face of overwhelming uncertainty. Yuuki struggled as the guards advanced, memories of judo training with his father flashing through his mind. He had learned to harness his strength, to maneuver his body effectively. He twisted, attempting to break free from their grasp, but his small frame was no match for their brute force.

With a swift effort, he managed to catch one of the guards off guard temporarily, knocking a plate of fruits to the floor as it shattered, scattering pieces everywhere. The sound echoed in the room, a violent reminder of his desperate struggle.

The sight of the shattered plate and the chaos that ensued only seemed to entertain Ryu, his eyes glinting with a thrill of excitement. This was more than just a display of power for him; it was a twisted game of cat and mouse, a reminder of the control he wielded over Yuuki's fate. Ryu's interest was piqued by the boy's unexpected show of defiance, compared to what he had exhibited during his initial capture. Now, Yuuki was a whirlwind of emotions, his feelings hanging precariously in the balance, and Ryu found himself drawn to the boy's passion and spirit, even as he maintained a sharp focus on the situation at hand. The thrill of the chase was exhilarating, and Ryu couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of admiration for Yuuki's bravery, even as he remained determined to break the boy's spirit.

The guards were unyielding, their grasp on Yuuki like a vice as they dragged him towards the door. "You don't want to do this, kid," one of them snarled, his grip tightening, leaving no doubt that resistance was pointless. Yuuki's frustration boiled over into desperation as he was pulled along, his pleas becoming more frantic.

"Please... let me go!" he begged, his voice cracking as tears welled up in his eyes. "I swear I won't tell anyone about this!" he promised, but his words were lost in a torrent of sobs that he couldn't suppress.

The sound of his own crying was a bitter humiliation, and Yuuki hated himself for it, but he couldn't seem to stop. Ryu, however, remained unmoved, his expression a mask of indifference as he watched Yuuki's breakdown. The only sound as they walked to the car was Yuuki's sobbing, a heartbreaking and despairing cry that filled the air, unanswered and unacknowledged by Ryu or the guards. The silence was oppressive, a heavy weight that crushed Yuuki's spirit, leaving him feeling helpless and alone.

As they neared the limousine, The guards forcefully pushed him into the back seat, and he had to stifle a whimper of fear. He felt a guarded presence beside him. One of the guards had taken a seat next to him, large and imposing, while the other slid behind the wheel.

Ryu settled into his seat facing Yuuki, the plush leather cradling him in uncomfortable luxury. The sound of the door shutting shut closed off any potential avenue for escape, amplifying the tension in the air. As the limousine glided through the city streets, Yuuki’s sobs echoed off the interior like a haunting melody, filling the space with a profound sorrow. Each tremor in the boy's voice struck Ryu hard, a reminder of the chaos and pain that enveloped them both.

Yuuki made no attempt to stem the tide of his emotions, instead allowing his feelings to flow unchecked. The brutal reality of his situation enveloped him, leaving him feeling utterly consumed by despair. As he sat in the car, he finally mustered the courage to ask the questions that had been swirling in his mind. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, his voice trembling but resolute. "What did my father do to you? Why am I the one being punished?" The words poured out of him like a desperate plea.

Ryu's heart constricted at the anguish in Yuuki's words, the truth in his questions cutting deep. He couldn't deny that Yuuki was an innocent, a victim of circumstance, and that it was his father who had set this destructive chain of events in motion. The weight of Yuuki's suffering was a palpable thing, trapped in a web of his own creation.

As he gazed at Yuuki, the memories of his own trauma came flooding back. The screams of that fateful night still echoed in his mind, the feeling of helplessness and despair that had consumed him as he watched his parents suffer. Ryu's eyes closed, his eyelids squeezing shut as he struggled to reconcile the boy before him with the man who had torn his world apart. The pain and the anger that had driven him for so long still simmered, a burning fire that threatened to consume him. He wonder how two people, connected by blood and fate, could be so different. One a symbol of suffering while the other a reminder of the devastating consequences of betrayal.

“Your father has made many enemies,” Ryu replied finally, his voice low and heavy with the burden of his motives. Each word felt like a mixing of truths he didn’t truly want to share, but it was a necessary evil in this twisted dynamic. “He’s caused a lot of pain, and now it’s time for him to understand the suffering.”

Yuuki’s eyes widened, fear and confusion mingling in their depths as he processed Ryu’s words. "You're talking about revenge" he whispered.

” Look, I don’t know what happened in the past, but do you think this will make it right?” His voice quivered with a mixture of anger and despair.

Ryu's expression darkened as he turned away, his fists clenched at his sides. Yuuki's words echoed in his mind, a harsh reminder of the moral ambiguity that shrouded his actions. He couldn’t agree more with the boy sentiment. Yet, the desire for retribution burned like a flame within him, consuming any semblance of reason. Hurting someone loved always felt like satisfaction form of revenge. It was a cruel game of balance by inflicting pain to provoke a response from a man who had caused his own suffering.

Silence enveloped them for a moment, the weight of their interaction hanging heavily in the air. The city outside rushed by, indifferent to the turmoil within the car. Ryu felt the tightness in his chest intensify as he glanced back at Yuuki, who was now frantically wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"Please," Yuuki's voice cracked, raw and desperate. “I don't understand any of this. I just want to go home. This isn't fair." His words hung in the air, a plea that pierced through the armor Ryu had so carefully constructed around his heart.

The internal conflict tightened its grip around him, leaving Ryu restless as he looked into the boy’s tear-filled eyes. He had orchestrated these events for years and he couldn't let his guard down. Not when he was so close to exacting the revenge he had dreamed of for so long. The thought of abandoning his plan now, of letting his parent’s killer go unpunished, filled him with a rage that threatened to consume him.