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“Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, oh, how I wonder where you’re at!” Your slender fingers ran through the knots of soft yarn, resting snuggly in your lap. You wrapped a loop around your index, pulling it tightly. The gentle fibers tickled the heightened web of nerves behind the barrier of your skin. A quiet chuckle bubbled in your throat. “Master Break, what are you saying?” ”Up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky!” The tinkling of glass and soft clicking of his heels signaled his approach. The web of yarn between your needle and fingers was ripped away from your grasp. “Wai

Yoshiyuki Makoto, young master of the Yoshiyuki family organisation also known as a Yakuza group, was betrothed to a young western woman by his father. It was April when the arrangement was made. Makoto reacted less than decently to his father's plans for him. "What the hell?!" Makoto growled, clenching his fists. "What were you thinking?! You didn't even ask me!" "Calm down, Makoto!" His father grunted. "She's from England, but she's been the step-daughter of the Tsukishiro oyabun since middle school. Blonde. So you've got nothing to complain about." "That's not the point!" He felt like ripping his hair out. "I don't know this girl!" "I'