Kill him if he can't handle it

"You son of a bitch!" Ayumi shouted after shutting the door behind her.

The young man with faded teal hair locked eyes with her, caught off guard. He was about to put on a sweater, but stopped in mid-air and looked startled by her sudden outburst.

The woman stared at him like a predator as she marched closer, clenching her fists and grimacing at him. Her grungy black dress flowed behind like a storm cloud and her leather boots thundered loudly with each determined step.

"I warned you I would cut your throat if you hurt him!"

Jiro emerged from the nearest bathroom and quickly swooped in to protect the shorter man, taking him under his arm and shielding him from the woman's wrath. He had a rather amused look on his partially shaved face when the woman stopped in front of them.

"See if you can get past me first," he smirked at his friend, who rolled her black-smeared eyes back at him.

"Well, looks like someone came back to play house again," she commented, her voice loaded with sarcasm as she glanced at Natsuo, before eventually breaking into a smile.

"But for real, it's good you came back, he was being such a baby while you were away," she teased and stuck her tongue out, revealing a small silver hoop pierced on the tip.

The taller man fluffed her hair with one hand and gave his boyfriend a loving stroke on the head.

"Why don't you two chat while I finish up here?" he suggested as he disappeared to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"Your hair looks disgusting," the hairdresser stated as she inspected the discolored green tint on the man next to her.

"Why did you pick such a weird color to begin with?" Natsuo snorted back, looking unimpressed as he crossed his arms.

"Why aren't you better at chess? Would you like a rematch?" she grinned and swung closer, scraping her boots against the hardwood floor.

Natsuo squinted at her.

"Next time, I will challenge you to do some algebra. Let's see how well you can do."

"Pfft, heck no," Ayumi laughed and waved her hand dismissively. She went to the ebony-colored kitchen and grabbed a bottle of liquor from the large selection the multimillionaire had collected.

Jiro returned to their presence shortly after, looking smooth from after shaving and smelling fresh from his scented cologne. He had paired his collared shirt with a dark-colored blazer, making him stand out from the other man next to him.

"By the way, if you don't mind, a fourth person will join us," he announced to his friends.

Ayumi sighed and took another glass from the cabinet, after pouring drinks for the three of them.

"Don't get mad at him, okay?" the yakuza whispered to his boyfriend and took him back under his arm.

(A while later)

"I'm very so-sorry for breaking our promise!"

A black-haired man with a sheepish expression bowed in front of Natsuo, who awkwardly shifted his gaze away.

Penthouse residents stood at the entrance, exchanging glances in silent understanding, while the woman stood back and watched it all while sipping on her drink.

"It's fine," Natsuo sighed, but then smiled quickly.

"It's just... Brother Takuya is really scary when he is angry," Shoji gulped as he adjusted his posture and tried to force a laugh out of his lips.

"I heard about your mother. It must have been hard on you," Jiro said as he looked at his fellow yakuza, speaking in a kind tone as he continued straight after.

"I promise you that I will pay all expenses for her treatments. You don't need to worry about anything, just focus on taking care of her."

Tears formed in Shoji's brown eyes before he bowed again, uttering the most sincere thank you he seemed to muster.

"T-thank you so so much... I won't ever forget this... so-someday I will pay you back!"

The white-haired man patted his clan brother gently on the shoulder.

"Would you like to join us for the evening? We were having a few drinks and playing some games."

Shoji looked at them both puzzled. He then let his eyes wander around the luxurious penthouse, its wide floor-to-ceiling windows and its opulent furnishings.

"Y-you wouldn't mind?"

Jiro smiled at him encouragingly, while Ayumi offered him the drink she had prepared for him earlier.

"We can always use an extra player when a certain someone is so bad," she said with a mischievous smirk on her face. Natsuo narrowed his eyes to her, but his lips curled into a slight smile before motioning for Shoji to come in.

The four settled on the large couch, snacks and liquor on the glass table in front of them. For once, they all forgot their troubles that evening, as if they were old friends catching up after a long time.

(Later that night)

The yakuza leaders had gathered to analyze the recent events within their organization. After discussing their matters, the first lieutenant brought up the actions of a certain individual and how they would deal with his recent disobedience.

A lean man wearing black robes stood in front of the checkered window, watching the majestic garden in the moonlight. He smiled coldly as he looked at the beautiful flowers and clasped his hands behind his back.

"He has been acting too much lately. What are you planning to do about him?" a woman with a stern expression asked as she stepped out of the shadows. In her hand, she held a long tobacco pipe and impatiently tapped it against her palm as she waited for a response from her brother, the absolute leader of the yakuza.

"However, he has always been quite resourceful on his missions. And he frequently uses his own funds to get his work done," the senior advisor to Tokyo's biggest clan remarked as he studied financial documents behind a desk.

A muffled scream erupted from the paneled room's corner - a man, a cloth over his mouth and bound with rope, squirmed as another man with a scarf over his head carved his skin with a knife.

"Make him beg for forgiveness by torturing him," he advised as he plunged the knife deeper into the man's flesh. His only eye had a wild, almost mad look as he enjoyed hurting his victim.

"Kazuo, will you stop playing with your toy for a second?" the woman sighed irritated.

The oyabun had heard enough from his subordinates, so he made a decision about his white-haired disciple.

"Put him on the most challenging missions. Kill him if he can't handle it."