Everything had been awful. From meetings to transports and his men coming to him to complain about task after task...

Kyojuro needed a night to himself. The Rengoku family owned a myriad of clubs and bars all over the city, and Kyojuro picked a decent one. He never went there often, so it would be one of the last places anyone would look for him.

"You are a tall drink of water!" You stumbled into him, clearly drunk out of your mind. No one said Kyojuro was a saint.

While a majority of the night was a blur for you, Kyojuro was better at holding his liquor. His liquor and you, as you could hardly stand by the time he was done with you in the clubs too fancy restroom. You had made such wonderful sounds, and Kyojuro made you sing like a bird when he got you to his estate.

A pounding headache woke you up the next morning when someone flung the curtains open with a "good morning, Young Master." You were confused, disoriented, and needed to throw up something devilish. The bright sun wasn't helping anything, either.

"Thank you, Kiko." The sleepy morning voice of a male sounded behind you, "Could you bring in some water and pain killers for my guest, please."

"Of course, Young Master." The maid rushed from the master bedroom.

You had slept with the first born of the Rengoku family.