"Look i made a promise to that kid that I would protect him with everything I had. Do what you want but your'e either on my side, by my side, or in my way, choose wisely."
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The Yakuza family is known as one of the most wealthiest japanese familie...
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Sasori returned to the cabin with his coat and hat. His eyes landed on the navy haired teen as she laid unconcious on the sofa. 'I need to get her out of those clothes. .'
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Sasori slowly eased her into a sitting position; she wasnt shivering which he realised was a bad thing. Kakazu had once told him that when the body temperature dropped to low, the shivering reflex stopped. He felt for her pulse again and was relieved to find it even though it was weak. His arms still keeping her up right, he quickly let one hand snatch his heavy coat up. Gently as if she were a fragile doll he let her front lean against chest as he pushed her arms through the coat. Once her arms were through he leaned her back slighty keeping his hand on her back so she didnt fall and brought his other to the zipper. He looked down with warm cheeks upon realizing her soaked bandages were slipping but froze at the small metal necklace around her neck. His hand reached out gripping the necklace in nostalgia, his head pounding. His thumb glided over the metal before flicking the necklace open. There shown was a crisp ripped picture. It looked to be her younger self with an arm wrapped around her. His eyes flitted to 4 small initials engraved into the inner cover.
