Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Beyblade nor its characters. I write this solely for the entertainment of my fellow fans, and I get absolutely no money from it. Have we cleared it now? Good.
And yes, this fic has been uloaded before, under my previous penname - so if it's familiar to you, then: Hi! I'm the writer formerly known as Lahmia! Glad to be with you again! Let's get this show on the road, shall we?

Warning: contains explicit violence, assaulting, human trafficking, foul foul language, weapons, lemons and limes, non-con sex, drugs, mentions of rape and generally dark and unpleasant things. Some OOC-ness will also occur, but bear with it – hopefully you'll like it.

Rating:This is M – so if you're under 18, please make use of the exit to your right, commonly known as the X-button and find a more suitable piece. Sensitive and easily offended readers are advised to stop reading this fic! Consider yourself warned, and don't complain about it if you do continue reading. You do so at your own risk.

/Italicized between double slash means dream or flashback/

Emphasis will be italicized in regular text, and bold in Russian.

Only italicized means spoken in Russian.

Any translations or explanations will be found at the end of all chapters.

Re-uploaded with dedication to Potasi and CottonEyedJoeStoleMyLove for sticking by me through the disasters that has plauged my writing lately and for reminding me of why I love writing. Thank you so much ... stalkers. ^^

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/"Oi, are you ok?"

Kai looked up and found himself looking into a pair of eyes, blue as the Mediterranean Ocean (not that he had ever seen the Mediterranean, but he imagined it to have that colour), under a pair of flaming red brows and an equally flaming red explosion of hair shaped as a pair of devil horns. He managed to sit up, and touched the corner of his mouth where they had hit him last. He was bleeding, and his entire body ached. The other boy squatted down next to him and looked curiously at him.

"Oi, I said; are you ok? What's the matter? Can't you talk?" There was no taunting in his voice, only curious concern.

"I-I'm ok," Kai managed to say. "Thank you."

"You really took a beating, didn't you?" the carrot topped boy said and sat down next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Kai wondered if this kid was stupid or something. He hadn't asked him to sit down. And definitely not right next to him! "Some chickens they are, to pick on someone smaller than them. I could have beaten them up, no probs. By the way, I'm Tala. What's your name?"

"K-kai."

"How old are you? You look like a baby!" Now that was pushing it!

"S-six,"he answered, trying not to sound as pissed off as he felt. That was a major lie. He was a few months into his fifth year of life.

"Really?" Tala looked at him again. "You look like four."

"And you look like a girl!" Kai retorted. That was both true and false. Tala was slender bordering to scrawny, with delicate long fingered hands and a very finely chiselled face. His eyes were big and shaded by long and thick black lashes – and the slim red bangs weren't exactly the most masculine he'd ever seen. But still, he was obviously a boy. Tala just stared at him for a moment, and Kai was afraid he would hit him – but then the redhead started laughing. He laughed so hard he fell over and rolled around on the ground, clutching his stomach. Kai did not really know how to react to this, and so he remained quiet until he felt it getting embarrassing. So he kicked the still violently laughing boy and hissed out of the corner of his mouth;

"Stop doing that! People are staring at us!" Tala stopped and looked around at the adults passing by the alley in which they were currently sitting. He was still giggling when he looked at the smaller boy.

"They're just looking at us like they always do, Kari!" he smiled.

"My name is Kai!"

"Whatever! What's wrong with Kari, anyway?"

"It's a girls name, you moron! I'm a boy!"

"I like that name."

"Well ,why don't you use it?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Cause it's a girls name."

"You're weird." Tala just grinned, and then his eyes fixed upon something Kai wore around his neck. It was a small silver cross on a chain. It had a rose in the middle of it, and a small red gem in the middle of that.

"What's that?" he asked and pointed. Kai clutched it tightly. "It's pretty."

"Please don't take it," Kai whispered, suddenly scared.

"I'm not gonna take it, stupid!" Tala laughed. "I just wanted to know what it is."

"My mama gave it to me when I was born... it's all I have left of her."

"Oh. So that's what they tried to take from you. I was wondering. Cause you have that whole bag," he pointed to a worn down khaki green bag laying a few feet away from them. "But they were wrestling you even when you dropped it. Are you some kind of prince?" Kai just stared at him, more than a little confused.

"No. W-why?"

"You're the first stray kid I've seen with a silver cross with a ruby in it around his neck since I ended up out here. So I figured you were one of those. You know; the prince who runs away from home and then gets found and taken back home and lives a happy life ever after."

"I'm not one of those," Kai said. "My papa died before I was born, mama died a few months ago, and my grandfather is...sin- seli-...you know, when they can't remember stuff?" Then he looked at the other boy. "How long have you been out here?"

"Dunno," Tala said and scratched his neck. "Forever. It's been winter three times since mama died, but we were out here then too."

"H-how old are you?"

"Seven."

"Whoa..."

"It's ok!" Tala smiled. "I can't remember living anywhere but out here. I get by just fine, and I have the best hideout ever! Wanna come see it? It's just around the corner. Wanna live there with me?"/

Kai sat straight up in his bed, heart racing and cold sweat breaking out. He got out from beneath the satin sheets and went into the kitchen and poured himself some whiskey. His hand unconsciously clutched the silver cross still hanging around his neck, as he emptied the glass and went into his study. At least twice a month, he'd have that dream. That day had been the first time in his life he experienced kindness and how friends can come in all shapes and sizes. Tala and him had stuck together like Siamese twins for almost six months, right through one of the most gruelling winters Russia had seen in a decade, before they got separated. He had cried so hard then, at the loss of his best friend. His only friend.

"Pathetic," he muttered as he got his laptop going. It wasn't the fact that he had cried that was pathetic in this case. No, it was the fact that the scrawny and quirky redhead was still the only person who had really been his friend. As his life had twisted and turned and led him to where he was now – who he was now – he had come to brush friendship off as something weak and unnecessary. In his line of work, allies were important. Acquaintances and associates were acceptable. Friends were a liability he couldn't afford. He needed his head clear and focused. Friendship could put your life in danger like nothing else. It was too big a distraction. The same with lovers. He had stayed well clear of that as well. All his relationships had been strictly sexual – no strings attached. 'We meet, we fuck, we go our separate ways. I don't ask about your life – you don't ask about mine.' He was so used to loneliness, both voluntary and not, by now that he didn't even think about such things as a lover or a family. Besides, he was still just twenty-five. He had plenty of time to come up with a plan for securing the family name. The fact that he held not the tiniest bit of interest in the female half of the population was brushed aside as petty. If he needed to have a child, then he'd make sure he had one. Love wasn't a part of his equation. Hardly any of the marriages around him were built 100% on love. Half of the couples hated each other, and had only married to put an end to family feuds or to gain advantages in business by being related. Several of the men – Kai rarely spent time with women at all, unless forced to – were even gay, but had managed to cram out not just one but several kids. If they could do it, so could he.

He logged in and checked his calendar. Tomorrow, he had a conference with the Fumifusa family about them needing a loan as well as security during the wedding of the oyabun's daughter. After that, he would get a much needed massage together with the second in command of the Ayasegawa family. He frowned, and scribbled down a quick note. Yoshida Saito had climbed the ranks quickly. Though only twenty-two, he was already the oyabun's most trusted subordinate. The fact that he was also his son-in-law might have something to do with it, but still. The man must never be underestimated. He was a bit like Kai himself. Cold, calculating, callous, clever. But not with the same edge. Yoshida was also a very spoiled and lazy man at times – never really fond of doing anything strenuous. Kai did whatever it took to land the deals he wanted or to collect the debts needed. The note he quickly made, was about the fact that the brat turned twenty-three soon, and Kai would not be able to attend the party. He needed to get hold of an appropriate gift for him.
After that, paperwork back at the office, before going to the pet-auction later in the evening to keep watch on one of his borrowers – who was late with the payment. Even though the debt in itself was small – merely 900 000 yen – he couldn't let anyone slack off with the payments. Otō-san would turn in his grave if he did that. Besides, he knew the man had the money. It hadn't been too hard to access his account and check to see how many payments he should expect. Not only could he pay the original sum in one go, he could pay the interest as well – around ten times, without problems. But the man was as stupid as he was greedy, and he had chosen to end up on Kai's STD-list (Scare To Death) rather than just settling his debt. The blue-haired man had a plan laid out for him already. One phone-call, and his pride and joy in life would be hanging from her feet over the edge of a fourteen-story building. To do that to a child was of course considered monstrous by most, but to Kai it was just another way of making sure the deals weren't broken. And he wasn't really the only one with that view on business vs. life. Having a different opinion than him was really more the exception than the rule.
He wasn't looking forward to going to the auction at all. Even his cold and uncaring heart ached at the sight of the boys, girls, men and women being sold off like cattle to paedophiles, madams, pimps and just generally perverted individuals. He never said anything, nor did he ever let it show, but it bothered him. He knew only too well the background many of them had – and it hit a bit too close to home for his liking. After all, he could have ended up in an auction like that – and he almost did. But, he had to go, so he would – dressed in a strict suit, with a briefcase containing roughly 120 million yen. The pets didn't come cheap, and you weren't allowed in unless you had the cash with you. And a man of his status was expected to bring at least 100 millions – less than that would be an insult to the owner of the auction-house.
He pondered on whom he should bring with him. To bring Spencer was not really an option. Because if you brought Spencer, then you'd have to bring Bryan. The two of them rarely went outside the building complex without the other. They were neither lovers nor relatives. They were just... easier to manage when stuck together. Bryan was very smart, but had the mother of all anger management issues going on. Letting him go somewhere on his own was a disaster going to happen. Spencer was the opposite. He was almost always calm and collected, but not among the most intelligent people Kai had ever met. The two of them were excellent bodyguards as well as 'standing in a corner with one hand inside the jacket and remaining quiet but making it clear that someone will die if you piss off the boss'-guys. They somehow complemented each other so well that they were an almost indestructible team. But none of them were suitable to bring to a pet-auction. Spencer was so incredibly prudish that he'd just go bright red and spend the evening stuttering and muttering 'oh dear'. And Bryan could easily decide to participate in the bidding just to piss people off. And pissing off hideously rich perverts could prove very dangerous.
And when pervertedness came to mind – Ian was definitely out of the question. His short intelligence gatherer was by far the most insanely perverted and horny man he had ever come across – and Kai wasn't there to make sure Ian didn't go out and try to shag someone right on stage just to check the merchandise. That efficiently ruled out his core team. Who else? Rei? He shuddered. God, no! Rei would be in high danger of ending up on that stage himself. He would simply have to go alone. It shouldn't be too much trouble, since the auction was held in his own district. If anyone messed with him in there, someone would always back him up. Or just close their eyes when he dealt with it himself. Kai Hiwatari wasn't known as the scariest Yakuza Kōrigashi in all of Tokyo for nothing. His adoptive father and uncle had taught him well, and now he ruled like a blue-haired Caesar over his subordinates.

Sighing, he looked at the clock. 5:53. Too little time to go back to sleep, and too much time to go down to the office. He decided to hit the gym for a while. Working out was his constant solution to waking up from strange or bad dreams and not being able to go back to sleep. He didn't drink himself tired again – a glass of whiskey, or if it was really bad, a glass of vodka, but never more than that. He had to keep his head straight at all times. Spending an hour or two down in his gym made him tired, yes, but only physically. His mind was still sharp as ever.

Two hours later, some of the other occupants of the large complex had begun to stagger into the gym as well for their scheduled work outs. Kai was very strict with that. He hated to have fat people working for him. He needed them all to stay fit – for everyone's safety. He had no illusions about working in a safe business – the scars on his body had long since cleared him of any romantic ideas about being part of the ninkyō dantai. Deciding he'd had his work out, he headed back up to his penthouse suite to shower and make himself presentable. Ignoring the call-notes coming from the jacuzzi and the regular bath tub, he stepped into the shower instead and turned the water to 'cool'. He enjoyed the feeling of cold water assaulting his skin and making him shiver. It was almost like a ritual of his. Kai absolutely loved long and hot baths, but in the morning he showered in cold water. When he got out, he took a good look at himself in the mirror. He sometimes wondered what had happened to that scrawny little midget of a kid he had been once.
Looking back at him from the glass surface was a stunning young man. His body was extremely well trained, not in a beefy way, though. No, he was still slenderly built, but there wasn't a hint of fat anywhere on him, and his chest and abs made people of both sexes drool gallons. His skin had remained an ivory tone, and he sometimes cursed his pigments for their stubborn refusal to ever give him a tan. Covering his entire back and a good part of his left thigh was a colour tattoo of a phoenix. His family was one of those that collected this kind of tattoos, and he was very proud of his. Every day, he painted four blue triangles on his face – a fashion many people wanted to copy but dared not. The four triangles were his signature. One of them hid the scar from his childish struggle to keep his one and only friend, and it was the first triangle he painted on every morning. The only traces left of the little homeless boy living on the streets in Moscow were the crimson eyes – a colour he had never seen anyone else have – and the dual blue hair. But the eyes weren't big and innocent anymore. Nowadays they were cold, cynical, suspicious and distant. His childhood died when he was separated from Tala, and buried forever upon arriving in Japan.

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"You know, Hiwatari-san," Yoshida said when they were laying on the benches and having all troublesome knots removed by the skilled hands of the masseurs. "I've been kinda wondering. You're not really Japanese, are you? You're too freaking pale!" Kai sighed.

"Well, that's not really a secret, Yoshida," he said. "Okā-san is from Russia, so it's only natural that I look like this."

"...oh." He gave a nervous laughter. "That sure explains why you can outdrink anyone!"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Now, to get back to the subject at hand – you want to borrow one million dollars from me, but have yet to give me a reason for it or a security in case you fail to come through with the payment. I can give you an interest of to-ni, because your father-in-law in an old friend of the family. But I need to know why you want that big a sum and what you can offer me in case you can't pay your debt." Yoshida blushed slightly.

"Well, I know you keep secrets better than anyone... it's just a bit embarrassing. It's that... my wife and I are trying to have kids... and it's not going too well. So, we're gonna try IVF."

"And for that you need a million?"

"Yeah. Because we're going to America to do it."

"And why the hell would you do that? Aren't there clinics for it here?"

"There is, but... But my wife finds it embarrassing to do it here. And truthfully, so do I. And she's never been to America in her life. She's never been outside Japan even. So, a million would help us get there, do the IVF and have a little time off for just us." Kai pondered it for a moment.

"Very well. I get why you want it. Now it's just a matter of security."

"I can offer you my car."

"You drive a Toyota. The Lamborghini belongs to your father-in-law."

"My penthouse, then."

"Belongs to your father-in-law. As does the inventories."

"My company. Twenty percent of my company."

"Scarlet Productions?"

"Yes."

"Twenty percent of Scarlet Productions is only worth about half of the loan you want."

"I... I don't know what else I can offer..."

"Then why come to me asking for that amount of money? You have neglected payments before. That is why I want some security from you. A million is a million after all. Especially in dollars."

"I...I will give you fifty percent of Scarlet! Please! I need that money for Miyako! I want her to be happy again. Please, Hiwatari-san!"

"Hold out your left hand." Yoshida's eyes widened in fear, but did as requested. The tip of his little finger was missing. Kai looked at it for a moment, and the younger man began to tremble and sweat.

"You'll find that I am not so kind as your darling father. I expect payment to start within two months. Failure to do so will not make you lose another finger tip – it will make you lose a hand. Stalling payments will lead to you losing your hand. Dragging out on payments too long will lead to you losing your hand. And if you simply fuck paying me back – you will lose more than just your hand. You will lose your neck. But I will lend you the money."

"T-thank you so much, Hiwatari-san!" Yoshida exclaimed. "If you feel done, we can sign the papers right now!"

"Certainly."

They got off the benches, and after having gotten dressed again, they headed for Kai's office to sign all necessary documents. Yoshida Saito being more than a little scared. He had just signed off half of his precious company to the man known as The Devil of Shinjuku. And he knew that if he didn't pay his debt – he would lose his hand, and probably more than that. Because one of the most well known facts about Kai Hiwatari was that he never ever made any empty threats. He always did what he had told people he would do. No more, no less. But he also always kept his part of any deal he had made.

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The auction-house was crowded. Smoke from what seemed like a year's production worth of cigars filled the air and the lights were dimmed. Everywhere around him were men in strict and expensive suits and a few women in clothes that must have cost a fortune. Pimps, perverts and madams. All the shady beings hiding behind respectable façades during the daytime and showing their true colours only after sundown. Well, he was a shady being as well – but the difference between him and them was the fact that he was equally shady regardless of hour. There were, of course, people who thought he was just a very tough businessman – but those were usually non-Japanese people.
The tie felt like it was trying to strangle him, and he wanted nothing more than to just rip it off and unbutton the shirt a few holes. But he didn't let it show. He only wished the fucker he was watching either left really soon or made a mistake so he could take actions sooner than he had so far expected. Buying a pet would be a mistake. And Kai had to admit to himself that he hoped the man would. He was so annoyed with his arrogant, careless attitude that he just wanted to punch him. But he couldn't do so without good reason.

"Ah, Hiwatari-san," came a voice to his left. He looked over there, and saw the owner of the house standing a step or two behind him. Damn, he should have paid more attention. He was always so freaking easily distracted the day after having had that dream.

"Ah, good evening, Kondo-san," he said. "I trust all is well?" The man beamed and came to stand next to him by the railing of the balcony overlooking the stage.

"I can't complain," he smiled. "The money is rolling in like never before, and I have found a good heir in my nephew. Are you looking for something special tonight?"

"Not really," Kai said, and sipped his champagne. "I'm mostly here to keep watch on that idiot Muto. He owes me money and has completely fucked payments."

"Oh, dear! How bad is it?"

"STD."

"Oh, dear Kami!" The man fanned his face with his hand. "Well, I shall hope he understands the severity of it. I hope you can find time to rest your eyes on our pets tonight. We've gotten a shipment from Europe. Beautiful specimens! I would be most happy if you found one to your liking." Kai gave a hint of a smile.

"Well, we shall see. I will keep my eyes open. Thank you, Kondo-san."

"My pleasure!" The man bowed and backed away, and Kai went back to watching his borrower. Muto was sitting by a table with two other men, chatting and drinking.

The auction started, and Kai threw a glance at the pets occasionally, but none of them caught his interest enough for him to take any part in the bidding instead of watching the right now drunk and happily card-playing man. After a while, Muto got on his feet, somewhat unsteadily, and left the room. When twenty minutes had passed and he had not returned, Kai decided to call it a night. He began to turn away, but the last glance he threw at the stage caused him to freeze in his steps and turn right back around and stare – heart skipping more than one beat at the sight.

/And next offer is a young male, mid-twenties, of Russian nationality. Though carrying some scars, he is in otherwise good condition. Like the others, he doesn't speak the language, and that might be a benefit. He is registered on the list as 'Ōkami', due to his untamed spirit. A bit on the temperamental side, he is a perfect pet for those of you who enjoy a bit of resistance. The red hair is of course authentic, as is the style of it. His back is most likely still virginal and should present great pleasure to any owner. His front will no doubt bring great satisfaction to anyone who wishes to be penetrated themselves every now and then. For this stunning specimen of European manhood, the bidding starts at ten. Do I have any bids?/

Kai managed to register the bidding getting started, and pick up on the hunger in the voices of the men battling for him. But his eyes were fixed upon the young man on the stage and he felt a strange sting of panic in him. Drugged almost to the point of unconsciousness, Tala's blue eyes stared into space – void of any emotions. His naked body, very slim, but still muscular, looked so vulnerable where he was displayed in the same humiliating way as all the previous pets. He had to do something!

/Last bidding is ninety. Any other bids? Ninety, going one.../

"One hundred!" he heard himself say in a loud but calm and confident voice.

/We have one hundred!/

"A hundred and ten!" a man said. Kai growled.

"One twenty!" The announcer looked at him, and then at the man who had countered his bid. Said man shook his head.

/One twenty! Going one. Going two. Sold, to the blue-haired man on the balcony! Enjoy your new pet, sir, and thank you for choosing our establishment!/

Tala was dragged off stage, and Kai headed down to collect him. He cursed a bit inwardly at himself for the somewhat unconsidered action – but there was nothing he could do about it now. Tala had saved his ass once, and now he got to return the favour. What the hell he was supposed to do with the redhead was a problem he would look into in the morning. Right now, he counted himself very lucky for his self-discipline and ability to look distant and calm no matter what. Because his heart was still racing in his chest, his palms were sweaty and he just wanted to run over and hold the redhead forever. Dangerous feelings. Dangerous impulses. He handed the briefcase over to one of the staff members, and then turned to look at the semi-conscious redhead.

"Does he have anything to put on?" he asked. Another member of the staff hurriedly nodded and presented a pair of loose jeans and a t-shirt – several sizes too big – and quickly got him dressed. Kai looked at the man who had accepted the money and was just finishing the count. "You done?"

"Yes, Hiwatari-sama!" the man assured him. "He's all yours." They took the money and backed off. The bluenette picked the redhead up and started the walk out to the car.

Once back at his penthouse, he removed Tala's clothes once again and put him to bed. Tala still didn't seem aware of his surroundings, and he was unable to focus his gaze or make his vocal cords work. Sighing, he pulled the covers over the pale and scorching hot body and went out into his kitchen to get something to drink.

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"Mama, I need your help," was the first thing Tala heard upon waking up from his feverish sleep. The voice spoke in Russian... how was that possible? Was he back in Russia? Or had he...what? Dreamt the whole thing? Hallucinated? Lost all ability to recognize language?

"What do you mean you can't be bothered? I haven't even told you what it's about yet! Look, I don't ask you for a lot of things, so can't you for once just-... Well fuck it then, woman! Stay in Kyoto and don't bother me any more! I'm cutting your allowance in half. Why? Because I can." The sound of a phone making impact with a hard surface was heard next to his head, and he tried to turn his head that way. The world was still spinning like crazy, efficiently stopping him from moving a single inch until he felt he could do so without feeling like a towel in a laundry machine.

"Oi, you awake, Tala?" Tala's eyes snapped open and stared right into a pair of crimson orbs, holding in them a slight hint of worry. No one had asked him for his name since he was taken! Who was this guy? Why was he so familiar? Those eyes... that hair...? Somewhere in the back of his head a voice screamed to him that he knew who this was, but it didn't connect with the rest of his brain.

"I'm...dizzy..." he managed to whisper. His mouth felt dry as sand and he tried to swallow. "Could... I have a... glass...of water...?" The other man nodded and left the room. Tala suddenly felt small and scared, regretting asking him. But only seconds later, he returned with a large glass filled with cold clear liquid.

"Here," he said and held it out for Tala to take. "Can you sit up and drink?"

The redhead tried, but hadn't energy enough in his body to do so. He sank back into the mattress, meekly shaking his head. This caused the blue-haired man to give an irritated sigh, place the glass on the bedside table and sit him up – holding him like a small child, despite the fact that Tala was bigger than him. But judging by the tightness of the grip and how the arms felt around him, Tala was really no match for this guy. This was a man built of pure muscles. He really wanted the world to stop spinning so he could take a closer look at this person.

"Here, open up, or you'll get water all over." He managed to part his lips and allow the crystal clear water to fill his mouth. Nothing had ever tasted better! After managing to drink half the glass, he moved to sign that he wanted to lie down again. The blue-haired man helped him do so, and tucked him in thoroughly again – but Tala threw the cover off his chest. It was still too warm! "Oi, take it easy," the guy said. "The drug they give you takes a long time to clear. Stop moving around."

"Drug...?" he asked, eyes widening. A series of images flashed before his eyes, the sensation of hands all over his body, touching places they had no right to touch, the dizziness... "No!" He shied away from the bluenette's touch, pulling the cover up and around himself. "W-who are you? How do you know my name? Where am I? What- what happened to me? What do you want?" The blue-haired man calmly extended a hand, gripped his hair and pulled him back towards himself and pinned him to the bed.

"Will you stop that fucking wriggling?" he snarled. "You are in Tokyo, Shinkjuku ward, in my penthouse. You were taken to Japan to be sold as a 'pet'. A sex slave. A toy. They drug you so you'll put up no resistance when they examine you and when your new owner comes to collect you. And if you stop worming around and start looking, you will know who I am. Don't you remember?"

Reality and realization hit Tala in the head like a ton of bricks, when he studied the man closer, and a piece of silver jewellery caught his eyes.

"Kai!" he gasped. "You live here? You...you saved me?"

"No. I bought you. And you were expensive too. One hundred and twenty million yen. That's around forty-one and a half million roubles."

"W-what?"

"I bought you. You belong to me now."

"B-but you did it cause you wanted to save me...right?"

"No. I bought you because I could. It's a good idea to have a bed-mate at home. Rules out the risk of taking the wrong guy as fb." Tala's eyes flared up with a mix of fury, hurt and disbelief, and he aimed a slap across Kai's face. The bluenette didn't even blink when he caught the redhead's wrist in mid-air.

"What the hell are you saying?" he cried. "How can you say that? You fucking monster! I won't let you! I won't let you fucking touch me!"

"You think you actually have a choice?" Kai looked at him with an arched brow. "I own you. I decide over you and your body – not you."

"What the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying you're a possession. I own you. You are my pet. My toy. My doll, if you wish. I am allowed to do whatever the hell I want with you. Whatever I want." Tala was even paler than snow, trembling and eyes beginning to get a bit red.

"This can't be happening..." he whispered. "You can't be Kai. This is a dream..." Kai slapped him across the face.

"This is reality. I-" he was interrupted by the sound of his phone. Sighing irritatedly, he picked it up, answering in Japanese. "Hello? Bryan. What do you want? Say fucking what now?" He snarled. "Meet me by the entrance. I'll be down in ten." He hung up and looked over at Tala, who was still staring at him in angry disbelief. "Something came up. Make yourself at home, but don't even bother trying to leave. I will be back by evening." He got off the bed and went over to his wardrobe, pulling his hoodie off and revealing his muscular upper body and the huge tattoo. Tala couldn't keep himself from staring at the insanely gorgeous body. He almost had a heart attack when Kai just as causally stepped out of his ragged jeans and revealed slender hips and a firm and inviting round ass covered up by means of tight black boxers. The tattoo reached down to his knee, and the redhead couldn't help but to trace the outlines in his mind – blushing a deep red when he realized what he was doing. A few minutes later, Kai emerged from the large closet, dressed in much more formal attire. A pair of black slacks covered up his well shaped legs and he was just putting an equally black tie in place under the collar of a royal blue shirt. Tala noticed something very disturbing, though. In a holster hanging from his shoulder, was a gun. A big one. He gulped and couldn't help staring at it. Kai took notice of it and arched a brow.

"It's rude to stare," he said as he put on a jacket – hiding the weapon from sight.

"W-why do you carry a gun?" Tala managed to stutter out.

"If I don't get them first, they'll get me. Simple as that."

"Huh? What are you? Freaking mafia or something?"

"Yes." With that, Kai put his cell phone in his pocket and exited the room – leaving Tala with and uncontrollable heart race and eyes wider than dinner plates.

"Oh my God..." the redhead whimpered after a while. "What the hell have I just gotten dragged into? Kai is mafia?" Suddenly the thought of escaping felt very stupid.

Xxx xXx xxX

"So, Takano," Kai said coolly. "Would you mind explaining why you broke the deal we had and decided to start doing business with the Satoshi family? I felt really hurt, you know." He crouched down in front of the man kneeling on the floor. Mr. Takano was sobbing and whimpering, and holding the bleeding stumps of what used to be his ring and pinky finger. He met the cold ruby eyes and paled even further. Never in his fifty odd years of life had he been more scared. No wonder this kid was called a devil. He had no emotions! It was like it wasn't even a cold façade – it was like he just didn't have them. It was terrifying! And had he realized just how dangerous it was to be on this man's bad side, he would have shut the door in Satoshi-sama's face – regardless of how rude it would have been.

"Takano, I'm waiting," Kai said calmly, and it made him flinch. "I am not in a good mood today, so I'd suggest you start talking soon, or you're gonna run out of limbs."

"I'm so sorry, Hiwatari-sama!" he cried as the bluenette had given a sign to that lilac-haired demon he had with him, making said demon place his middle finger in the mouth of a pair of secateurs. The lilac-haired man looked at his employer, who held up a hand. The blades stopped digging into his skin, but didn't move away. Not that he really expected it to. "Satoshi-sama came to me with a good offer. I have been looking to establish in the pet-business for a long time, but I lacked the funds and experience. Satoshi-sama offered to help me in exchange for ten percent of the income. It was a very good offer, considering how much money we made in just the first weeks. European pets are worth a lot of money, apparently. I thought you wouldn't mind – seeing that your family is not in that business. I am sorry! Please accept my apologies!" Kai's eyes had narrowed upon hearing 'European pets'. He nodded to Bryan, who made short process with the digit in the cutter. Takano screamed.

"Please refrain from screaming, Takano," Kai said very coldly. "It's unworthy of a grown man. Now, this is what you will do; you will immediately stop your affairs with the Satoshi family. Then you will stop that ridiculous pet-selling you're doing, and after that, I expect not only to be paid back every single yen I've funded you with that has been used in that business, but also a formal apology. Am I making myself clear?"

"Y-yes, Hiwatari-sama!"

"Good." He stood up and looked at Bryan and Spencer. "Spence, you can open the door now. Have your guns ready. His little pack is trigger-happy enough as it is. With their precious little daddy injured, they'll be like a swarm of wasps. I don't like wasps." The bulky blonde man nodded and removed himself from the door. It burst open immediately, and the room was filled with angry men with drawn weapons. Kai sighed, and left the room – letting Bryan and Spencer watch his back. He was getting a headache, and he still had the problem known as Tala to be dealt with at home. The man was going to need clothes, and Kai decided to call Rei. And that was probably a wise decision. The neko had such serious fashion addiction he actually showed withdrawal symptoms when he was away with Kai somewhere in the world where they didn't have a Dolce & Gabbana boutique. Problem was, he didn't know if Tala could speak English. But then again, one look at Rei would tell you quite quickly that he wasn't a threat. He was a black belt in karate – sure – but he was also mainly a pacifist. The exception being sales at his favourite designers. Once in the car, with Spencer driving and Bryan sulking in the seat next to Kai, he pulled out his phone and pressed the no 3 button. It only took two signals before he heard a cheery voice answering on the other end.

/Kai! Jeez, it's been days!/ A hint of a smile found its way onto Kai's lips. Rei was one of the only four people who ever made him smile. Bryan, Ian and Spencer were really the only other ones. And Tala. But that was 20 years ago.

"Hey, Rei," he said. "I've been busy. How's everything?"

/I'm just fine and dandy. That scarf is mine, you fucking bitch! Let it go! Let it the fuck go or I'll snap your neck!/

"Rei?" What sounded like a cat fight was the only response. He sighed. "Rei!"

/And don't do it again, missy! What?/

"Who's having a sale this time?"

/Hermés. I found a new white scarf for you!/

"Does it have any fr-"

/It's exactly like your old one, don't worry. Don't you even dare! What can I do for you, Kai?/

"I want you home at six."

/Ooh./

"No. Not like that."

/You're mean. What is it then?/

"It involves fashion."

/I'll be there. Gotta go now! The line will be a mile long for the re-opening of Punk if I don't hurry to get there. See you in an hour. Bye, love!/ Kai winced a bit. He really didn't like to be called 'love', or anything even vaguely in the cute pet-name category. The only other name he really tolerated was 'Blue', but Rei got away with 'love' – because he was Rei. Had anyone else under this sun called Kai that – they would have a hole through their head.

"Kitty at a sale again?" Bryan asked.

"Hn."

"So, what's up?"

"With what?"

"Why you need Kitty-boy over to talk fashion." Kai grunted and was quiet for a moment, Bryan and Spencer patiently waiting. They knew he'd answer, after all, they had known him for a long time.

"You know that boy I knew when I still lived in Moscow?"

"Yeah?" Spencer said.

"He's currently locked up in my apartment."

"Whoa!" both his friends exclaimed.

"I thought he was dead!" Spencer said. Bryan nodded his agreement.

"Apparently not," Kai sighed. "He was at the auction last night."

"As a pet or a buyer?"

"As a pet." Again Kai went quiet and looked out the window. "And I bought him. And that's stupid."

"Why?" Spencer asked, and then sighed as they hit yet another traffic jam.

"Because it wasn't something I thought through before I did. He's gonna be a distraction."

"I thought you liked him," Bryan said.

"Yeah, I did," Kai admitted. "Twenty years ago. And I have no freaking clue what I'm gonna do with him now that he's here."

"Does he look good?" Bryan inquired. Kai arched a brow, but nodded. "Then fuck his brains out first, and then figure it out. You can always send him back to Russia."

"Bryan!" Spencer gasped in the driver's seat. "Don't say things like that!"

"Fucking is a natural fucking thing, Spencer!" the lilac-haired man objected. "It's as fucking normal as shitting or eating! The hell's your fucking problem? You don't shit or fuck?" The blonde man was taking on a lovely tomato colour. "Shit, you're not a fucking virgin, are you? Seriously, Spence. You have abused at least one pussy or ass, right? Don't fucking waste your gift! There are men who would kill to have your dick, you know that, right?"

"Bryan!" Spencer whined, if possible, even redder. "Please stop talking about stuff like that! It's not really a comfortable subject for people." Bryan snorted.

"Fucking lame ass virgin you are, Spencer," he said. Then he looked at Kai's thoughtful expression. "I'll say it again; fuck him into next century and then ship him back to Russia. You can just ship him back without fucking, but that would really be a waste if he's hot. And besides, it'd do you good to get rid of some tension. Or, you know, you can keep him here. We can always find use for one more guy."

"Hn," was the reply. But to which of Bryan's suggestions he replied remained unknown. They made it back to their head quarters, Bryan and Spencer getting out of the elevator on the seventh floor, and Kai continued up to the fifteenth – his private floor. He found Tala in his bedroom, hiding under the covers still. Paying him no mind at that moment, he walked into his closet and changed from the formal and bloodstained clothes to a new pair of jeans, a black tank top and an equally black short-sleeved shirt. He tucked the gun away in a secret, locked, compartment and went back into the bedroom to check on his new pet. This time, Tala was actually looking at him. Taking that as a good sign, he sat down at the edge of the bed.

"How're you feeling?" he asked. Tala just stared at him for a long time before answering.

"I want to leave."

"Well, we all want a lot of things. Are you still dizzy, or have a headache or something?"

"No."

"Good. Listen, a friend of mine is coming over. Do you speak English?"

"A little," Tala said, blushing slightly. "Why?"

"Rei doesn't speak Russian. And I doubt you speak Mandarin. I need to know if you two are gonna be able to communicate or if I'm gonna have to be here all the time."

"And what's he going to do?" Tala asked bitterly. "You're selling me by the hour now or something?"

"If you don't shut up, I might just do that. But trust me, Rei wouldn't be the one I sold you to. Rei's a softy. If I sold you to anyone it would probably be someone I don't know so I don't have to have him knocking on my door constantly asking for your ass for another hour. Disturbs my peace."

"You're a fucking monster!" Tala hissed, and tried to punch him again. Kai easily caught him and raised a brow.

"I can't recall ever saying I wasn't." They heard the sound of the front door opening, and a cheery 'Konbanwa!' – making Tala look like a question mark, and Kai to give out a relieved sigh. "In here, Rei!" Kai called in English, and Tala didn't quite know what to think when this very feminine and cat-like man came bouncing into the room, catching the blue-haired man in a tight hug and kissing him on the lips – actually purring. And Kai let him! When the man let go of Kai, the bluenette turned him around and said in English;

"Rei, this is Tala. He needs clothes."

"Ooooh!" came the response from the feline man. "Hello sexy!" Tala pulled the covers a bit higher up, and looked questioningly at Kai.

"Tala," said bluenette said. "Meet Rei Kon, the worst little slut in all of Shinjuku and a very good friend of mine." He spoke slowly, to make sure the redhead understood. 'Friend', Kai thought to himself. Well, he knew Rei very well, and knew he could always count on him...but still. Friend was by definition Tala in Kai's internal dictionary. The neko approached the redhead in the bed, and extended a slender hand.

"Nice to meet you!" he greeted.

"Nice to meet you," Tala said back, hesitantly. His English actually really sucked, but he had at least understood what they had said so far. Actually, he understood better than he could speak it. But if anyone asked him to read it, he was fucked. He couldn't even read Cyrillic, for fucks sake! At the moment, he was thoroughly confused. Bad ass mafia guy Kai was friends with this... man. Friends enough of let himself be kissed on the lips in front of someone else. But Rei's presence felt good. He had sort of imagined all of Kai's friends to be big and scary guys with muscles like oxen and always wearing black suits. It was obvious he had never met Bryan and Spencer. This guy wasn't scary for a second. Ok, well, his extreme cheeriness was a bit intimidating, but in a good way. Tala was sure he could take him out if he tried to pull any shit. Rei turned to Kai again.

"Why is he naked, Kai?" he asked. "You naughty man! What have you been doing with this hottie that I wasn't invited to?" Tala blushed a bright scarlet, and Kai sighed.

"He is naked because the clothes he had were in such bad shape I had to throw them away."

"Oh. So, that means..."

"That means I'm gonna trust you with my credit card, and you're gonna get him a new wardrobe. Rei, are you listening to me? Rei, stop freaking him out." The feline had sat down and was admiring Tala's face and what was visible of his pale chest. Tala found this a bit... scary. Then Rei was forcefully yanked away from the bed and Kai looked him in the eyes.

"Rei. He's not available. I own him, and I won't tolerate any attempts at seduction from you. So. Behave." Rei pouted and played with the hem of Kai's tank top.

"Sorry, love," he said. "He's just so gorgeous. Almost as gorgeous as you, and you know I can't keep myself from touching gorgeous people."

"I am aware of that. And I'm also aware of the fact that if you do anything I haven't permitted to with him – I will give you a very swift gender change."

"Oooh! Naughty!"

"Rei!"

"Yes, I'll be nice."

"Good. Now, call whoever you need to call and get clothes over here. I don't care what it costs – he's going to look good, alright?"

"Got it!" Kai grunted and began to exit the room. "What? You're leaving?"

"Hn." They heard the front door close, and Rei sighed knowlingly.

"That's Kai for you," he smiled. "He hates fashion. Thank Buddha he has a sense of style himself. Going shopping with him is a nightmare. He usually just sends me to do it. Not that I mind – cause I get to buy three garments for myself as a reward." He looked determinedly at Tala, who shrunk a bit and felt like a piece of meat. "That leaves just you and me, then. Ok, let's get you in a nice bath first, and a little shave – and then I'll call Damien. He runs a store here that sells really cool outfits. You don't look like the suit type to me. I'm thinking more in the line of stylishly ragged jeans or pants with straps, tank tops, printed t-shirts, black casual shirts – you know, that nice 'street punk style.' Kai is gonna drool gallons over you once I'm done with you!"

Suddenly, Tala was scared.

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Kōrigashi = loan shark.
Ninkyō dantai = chivalrous organizations. The Yakuza's name for themselves.
Oyabun = the leader of a yakuza family.
Okā-san = mother
Otō-san = father
120 million yen = about 1 246 000 USD
To-ni = means literally ten-two. It means that Kai is offering a deal with an interest of 20% every ten days. So Yoshida's debt will increase with 20% every ten days until he's cleared it.
Shinjuku = one of Tokyo's wards.
Ōkami = wolf

So, this was inspired by the anime Okane Ga Nai, but won't follow the storyline of it. It just has the same settings.

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