Geto Suguru

None of the higher members of the Masamichi-gumi would have ever guessed that their founder, Yaga Masamichi, had a kid.

In fact, not even Yaga Masamichi knew himself until a day ago.

And as soon as Suguru, Satoru and Kento were told, they were ordered to save his kid from trouble. As far as Satoru knew, you were raised in some minor yakuza group. Drugs, prostitution, abuse--that was all you ever knew. It's what you saw every day.

It was only the desperate plea of your mother, who realised how far you gone in Hasegawa-kumi you were, that the strongest yakuza even made a move for you.

Suguru and Kento were the ones that went in search of you. In some warehouse by the docks was where Hasegawa-kumi operated. It was where they had a stockpile of drugs and counterfeit money, where their members spread it through the country.

Hasegawa-kumi weren't a problem to deal with.

Bullets rained down on Hasegawa-kumi's warehouse within a day of your existence being discovered. Yaga wanted your recovery to be discreet, to avoid alerting your existence to enemies of Masamichi-gumi. It was why only Kento and Suguru went.

Within half an hour, the warehouse had been doused with gasoline, thanks to Suguru. From the distance, Kento watched over him. Like a light show, the warehouse burst into flames, and Suguru was immediately alerted by multiple figures escaping the burning building.

He recognised you instantly, thanks to the description your mother provided. With multiple long strides, uncaring of the flames burning around them, Suguru raised his gun. Pressing a finger to his earpiece, he murmurs to Kento, "Car. Four individuals. Three enemies. Cover me, Kento."

Stepping through flames, Suguru watched as the four individuals scrambled to the car for an escape. But he wasn't letting you get away, and he wasn't letting them take you. His gun rang out in the ear. Three bullets. Three fallen bodies.

He reaches you quickly, one of the men he dispatched clutching his chest as he bleeds. Suguru doesn't pay him any mind as he grasps your wrist and pulls you towards him, his black eyes narrowed as he speaks lowly. "Ah ah ah, no more running, usagi."

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the man on the floor make a move for his gun. But he's stopped when Suguru's foot comes crashing down on his hand. Suguru presses his gun to your temple as he pulls you against his chest. Black eyes bore into yours.

"Run and I'll make sure your brains decorate the pavement, sweetheart."