Yakuza's Unexpected Angel His Prized Possession

*The scene is set in a secluded room in an underground auction house, dimly lit by a single bare bulb. The air is thick with cigarette smoke. *

*On the raised platform, Yuki a cute boy with delicate features stands trembling, hands clutched tightly around the platform edge. His eyes dart around the room, taking in the faces of the men who are eagerly eyeing him like pieces of meat for sale. Sitting among the bidders is the imposing figure of Arashi Miyazaki, a powerful Yakuza boss. The room is silent except for the sound of the auctioneer's gravelly voice.*

Five years ago had passed since the tragic day that shattered his life—his parents were killed in a car accident, leaving him adrift in a cold world that now felt hostile and unwelcoming. Wherever he had once found solace was lost, replaced by the bitter manipulation of his uncle and stepmother, who saw him as little more than a means to alleviate their financial burdens. Over time, their mockery turned to betrayal, culminating in this moment of utter humiliation as they sold him to the underworld Yakuza auctioning organization after selling all his parent's properties and owing lots of debts.

Satoshi

Next up, let's get a look at this one*the auctioneer, Satoshi said, gesturing towards Yuki.*

Satoshi

Slim build, feminine, curvy with delicate features...a rare piece for the taking. Starting bid is 5 million yen. Do I hear 6 million?

*A chorus of voices joined in, the numbers growing exponentially.15 million . . . 20 million. . . 30 million.*

*Yuki clenched his fists, trying to stay calm as the atmosphere grew more and more intense. Just when he thought the bidding would never end, a firm, deep voice rang out making all eyes turned towards the back of the room*

Arashi(ML)

He stood up, his gaze fixed on Yuki. "50 million yen,* he said, in a tone that left no room for argument.*

*A tense silence followed. The other bidders seemed to shrink back, realizing they stood no chance against Arashi's determination.*

Satoshi

Satoshi, clearly shaken, hesitantly echoed, "Fifty million yen... going once...*

*Yuki closed his eyes, feeling powerless as the final bid was called out.*

Satoshi

*Going twice...Sold!*

*Yuki felt the weight of his predicament heavy on his shoulders. He was now the property of a powerful , dangerous man, and he had no idea what his new life would bring.

*Arashi made his way through the room, his imposing figure parting the crowd like a hot knife through butter. He stopped in front of Yuki, his gaze intense and possessive.*

Arashi(ML)

*With his presence dominating the area, and he turned to the crowd around them. "Doesn't he look pleasant?,he asked*

*Yuki's mind raced with fear and uncertainty as he realized that he was now nothing more than an object to be sold, something owned and controlled by the highest bidder.*

Arashi(ML)

What’s your name?* Arashi inquired, his deep, commanding voice pulling Yuki from his frozen state.*

*Yuki fumbled with his words, feeling the weight of the man's imposing presence.*

Yuki(MC)

Y-Yuki. I’m Yuki Sorano.”* His cheeks flushed as he stuttered out his name, the number “370” on his shirt feeling like a permanent reminder of his dehumanization.*

Arashi(ML)

*Arashi's lips curled into a slight smile, his eyes flickering with something dark and unsettling. Yuki,”*he murmured, the syllable rolling off his tongue like a taunt. "Such a pretty name.*

*Yuki shivered involuntarily, the way Arashi said his name made him feel even more vulnerable, like a possession to be examined and claimed.*

Arashi(ML)

"Doesn't he look pleasant?* he asked the crowd*

crowd

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crowd

*The crowd erupted with laughter and cheers, a cacophony of sound that both taunted and embarrassed Yuki. He clenched his fists, feeling defenseless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, and his cheeks burned with shame.*

Arashi(ML)

*Arashi, who was seemingly pleased by the scene, raised his hand triumphantly, his expression smug as he declared, "And sold to me~*

*Yuki's insides twisted as he realized that he now belonged to someone who had a reputation for his ruthlessness and power.*

*A man, who seemed to be one of Arashi's subordinates, approached Yuki and ordered him to follow. Yuki hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, but he knew he had no choice. He reluctantly obeyed and walked away from the stage and the crowd, Arashi's presence trailing him like a looming shadow.*

*As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit Yuki's face, and he drew in a shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves. He followed the man to a luxurious car, its black exterior gleaming under the streetlights, and the man gestured for him to get inside.*

*Yuki paused for a moment, looking back at the building where the auction had just taken place, a wave of emotions washing over him. He hesitantly climbed into the backseat and settled into the plush leather seat.*

*No sooner had he made himself comfortable than Arashi slipped into the seat beside him, his gaze fixed intently on Yuki. The atmosphere in the car was charged with a tense electricity, and Yuki felt himself shrink away from the weight of Arashi's attention.*

Arashi(ML)

You'll enjoy your new life with me,*Arashi declared, his voice low and smooth. "I'm going to take very good care of you.*

*The words sent a shiver down Yuki's spine. He didn't know what kind of treatment he could expect, but there was something unsettling in Arashi's tone that made him wary.*

*The car pulled in front of a luxurious estate and Yuki stepped out of the luxurious car, into his eyes wide as he took in the grandeur of the mansion before him.*

Arashi(ML)

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Yuki(MC)

"Wow...* He murmured under his breath, not believing he was standing in front of such a magnificent house. *

Arashi(ML)

"Impressive, isn't it?" Arashi said chuckling deeply, his voice low and commanding. “This is your new home from now henceforth.*

Yuki followed him inside, taking in the opulence that surrounded him. The interior was breathtaking, a kaleidoscope of glistening chandeliers, elegant art, and plush furnishings—all designed to impress and yet, felt daunting to him.

Arashi(ML)

*Arashi continued as they walked alongside each other, *You're not here as a servant, but as a prize—a reminder of my power and wealth.*His gaze lingered on Yuki, a smirk playing on his lips. "You'll be treated well—perhaps even pampered, if you're obedient.*

*Arashi led him down the hallways to a stunning guest room, its opulence overwhelming. "You’ll find every comfort you desire here,*Arashi assured him, his hand tracing Yuki's features with a touch that made him shiver.*

Arashi(ML)

I expect your obedience. The more you indulge me, the more you’ll be rewarded. It’s a simple arrangement.*He said leaning against the doorframe*

Arashi(ML)

Yuki stood, taking in the surroundings. He felt both enthralled and trapped—excited yet terrified by the situation he found himself in. Was his innocence a curse or a gift in this new world?

Arashi(ML)

His smirk widened as he observed Yuki's reaction. "This is just the beginning, Yuki," he said, his voice seductive yet commanding. *

Arashi(ML)

You'll learn to embrace your new status as my most priced possession.*

Arashi(ML)

Rest now, tomorrow morning I'll introduce you to the staffs so that you'll be familiar with everything*He said chuckling deeply and left the room *

YUKI'S POV:

Yuki(MC)

That night, I lay in the grand bed, emotions tangled in confusion and fear. I was no longer just Yuki Sorano; I was a trophy in Arashi's collection, a possession displayed for all to see. The opulence surrounding me felt both beautiful and suffocating.

Yuki(MC)

I was enveloped in luxury, yet the fear of becoming ensnared in the Yakuza's dangerous web loomed heavily over me.

Yuki(MC)

I wrapped my arms around my knees, staring into the dim light of the room. My thoughts raced, wondering what it meant to be owned, to be a symbol of someone else's power. Was this a step up from my past, or merely trading one prison for another?

Yuki(MC)

As exhaustion took over, I thought about my life before—a life filled with pain and fear, each day spent evading predators. Although the extravagant surroundings offered a semblance of security, I felt the same old anxiety creeping back. Was I simply trading one torment for another, accepting a gilded cage instead of a rusty one?

Yuki(MC)

This bed... it's softer than anything I've ever known. But it feels wrong. Like sleeping on a cloud of guilt. Every thread, every silken sheet, whispers of Arashi's power, his control. Am I safe here? Or is this just a cage, waiting to spring shut?

Yuki(MC)

I should be grateful. I have food, warmth, a roof over my head. But gratitude feels like a betrayal of myself, of everything I've lost. Is this what it means to be owned? To be traded like a piece of livestock?

Yuki(MC)

I've lost everything. My parents, my home, my freedom. There's no fighting it anymore. I'm Arashi's now.

Yuki(MC)

Maybe this isn't so bad. The comfort is undeniable. The fear is still there, but perhaps I can find a way to survive here, to make the best of a terrible situation.

Yuki(MC)

I need to learn the rules of this game. I need to understand Arashi. Only then can I hope to survive.

Yuki(MC)

I wish for clarity, for understanding of what lies ahead. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavy, the weight of sleep pulling me under, but my mind remained restless—a storm of uncertainty churning within.

Yuki(MC)

Just as I felt myself slipping away, a thought struck me with startling clarity: could I ever truly break free from this life I had stumbled into? Would I find a path that led me away from the shadows of the Yakuza, or was I now forever trapped in a world where darkness and danger reigned supreme?

END OF POV

As the realization hit him, Yuki's mind reeled, the weight of his situation crashing down upon him. He closed his eyes, succumbing to the exhaustion that overwhelmed him. The shadows of the night seemed to grow darker, the silence of the room deepening as he finally drifted into a fitful sleep.