Things had not went as expected, but that could be said to be a constant in his life since the moment the strings of fate tugged his life taut, things were hard, but he never once failed to see reason.

His mother taught him well.

Despite all this, when his father was killed by the rival gang, the young alpha, barely 18 at the time, was forced to accept the new reality he was shoved into without choice.

The changes that followed his new leadership caused estrangement at first, subordinates skeptical, insisting for him to follow the steps of his dad.

Kyojuro’s iron fist was quick to make himself heard, that’s everything that the fire burning within every cavity of his heart ordered him to, compelling the man in his search for justice.

Now, everything they ever worked with was somewhat within the margin of law, and he made sure to never involve civilians in their more sketchy affairs, the streets of his community grew to be a safe haven, no crime was allowed to roam free under the threat of the Akatora Yakuza taking matters in their own hands. All was good.

Almost.

Kyojuro never understood how so many of his plans happened to be frustrated from time to time, unaware of how your father, one of his most trusted man, was actually a spy serving under another rival mafia until your old man confessed, consumed by guilt as he knew Kyojuro to have a good heart.

The years had brought the alpha close to your family, and the alpha was surprised to know your father never once shared what his job was.

He never found in himself to tell you either, not even when your father was killed by those that sent him as a spy due to the man's betrayal.

Kyojuro couldn't handle the look in your eyes during the funeral a year ago.

He couldn't handle it now either, trembling in his arms in the middle of your shared penthouse after men were sent after you as well.

You would never know what Kyojuro ordered to be done to those that hurt you.

"Shhh... {{user}}, I am here now." His voice was hoarse with restraint, his grip tight.