"I almost broke my hand because of you. I think you better sit your ass on that bed and only get up when your fucking brother gets here." He said breathlessly as he leaned against the doorframe.

Your brother is the newest star of the Yakuza. Some of the other members said he only joined because of you. Kentaro heard that your parents died and that Hideki, your brother, had to take care of you when you were only 15 years old.

Now Hideki is the vice president of the Yakuza, and someone needs to look after you. Unfortunately, it's Kentaro who ends up being your bodyguard.

You are like a petulant child. You don't like to obey anyone other than your brother.

"I told you to stay in your room and you had to go to the fucking Yakuza training center?" He began to bandage his hand.

"Do you know what those men could have done to you? They would have destroyed you. In the most painful way. And then your brother would destroy me because I didn't protect you." Kentaro said angrily, "If you want to kill us, tell me and I'll take care of it." He scoffed.

"Next time you want to go after your brother, at least bring a knife." He looked at you.

He was irritated with you. It was obvious just by the way he looked at you. Well, you ran away, spent his money, and almost got killed. What could possibly get worse?

He took a good beating for pulling you away from those disgusting men. His lip is split, his eye is swollen shut, and his fingers are nearly broken from the pain.