Ever since Soryu found out about Sakura's new relationship and her promise to be one day married to the man named Kioshi, the bidders rarely saw him again. They would see him occasionally, but only when the man was begrudgingly trudging back home, or to his work place in the HQ.

Even his men, even Ryosuke and Samejima, rarely saw their boss anymore, as he always locked himself in his office to, hopefully, work.

And today was no different, the bidders' conversation quieted down as Soryu entered the lounge, jacket in hand. The man, ever since finding out about Sakura's new boyfriend, has been sleeping and eating less.

His usually form-fitting suit was now slightly loose on his slimmer form. Dark bags had formed under his eyes due to lack of sleep the past days, his midnight blue eyes always constantly drowning in sadness and if not, it was completely empty and cold.

"Hey Sor!" Ota greets, grinning slightly as the mobster passes by him. For a moment, he pauses, before nodding and walking off with no more words or glances.

~*****~

"Hey, babe?" Kioshi pokes his head into the kitchen of Sakura's team's mansion, where his girlfriend was cooking dinner for the team and himself.

"Mm?" She muttered, giving him a smile and glance. "My sister wants to talk to you about being her bridesmaid if it was fine."

"A bridesmaid?" Sakura asked, surprised as she switched off the stove and placed the food on the plate, turning to him as she walked into the dining room.

"Yeah, she wanted to bond with my 'future wife' and you know, just get to know you more in general." He chuckled, walking up to her as she places the food down, wrapping his arms around her waist to hug her from behind.

"Alright, call her and tell her I say yes. And can you page the team down for dinner?"

After the lively dinner with the team, Sakura had marched up to their room, washing up and changing into her pajamas before climbing into their shared bed, where Kioshi has already changed, in bed and reading a book.

"Hey, what you reading?" She crawls up beside him, snuggling up to his tall frame as she peeked at his book. 

"Remember the book I told you about?" "The one about the college girl and her new boyfriend?" "Yeah, that's the one, want to read it with me?"

"Definitely."

~*****~

"So which house do you want to move into, Kio?" Sakura asked, handing the man the flyer to the man who was sipping his coffee.

"How about something simplistic? Like this?" He showed her a picture of a normal home painted blue. It had two floors, enough room for three, or maybe four if needed. A wide backyard and everything. But...

"How about this one, babe?" Sakura shoves another piece of paper from a flyer, where a picture of a fancy, big mansion with a pool was printed.

"N-No... It's fine... Besides, isn't it a bit big for two people?" Kioshi stuttered. Even though it was already pretty obvious, Kioshi still couldn't fully wrap his mind around the idea of having a rich girlfriend, who associated with internationally known people.

"It's fine, besides, I might have a few guests. All the time. So the more space, the better." Sakura smiled. "Anyway, you did promise that you would marry me someday, you're not planning to not have any kids, are you?"

"Of course not," Kioshi laughed, wrapping his arm around her. "It's just that... It's too expensive."

"Hon," Sakura giggled, "Did you forget that I own this mansion we are currently staying in? That and I paid for your sister's grand wedding and jet ride."

"Of course, you know I still have a hard time wrapping my head around that idea." Kioshi chuckled, kissing her forehead as he placed the book away. "Ready to sleep?"

"Yeah, good night, Kio."

~*****~

Soryu sat in bed, staring at his phone again, mindlessly scrolling through all the pictures he had secretly kept of him and Sakura. All the way back since high school.

Of course, he had changed phones over the years, but he had transferred the older pictures onto the new phone, repeating the process every time he got a new one.

He was missing her terribly, much more than the boys and the world would like to know. Every time he looked through old photos, videos or memories of them, or even just think of her, it broke him. Yet, he still did it, because he didn't want her to just disappear from his life.

He wasn't ready to let her go yet.

~*****~

Days, weeks, months passed. But Sakura never contacted him, or Eisuke, or the boys. He had caught news of the Foxes getting visits from her, but he never had the confidence (or the schedule) to go see her.

Soryu was visibly getting worse day by day, by now, he was slimmer than he was almost 4 months ago. He was sleep deprived, barely getting anymore work done. In different cases, a mafia trade had gone wrong and he was almost killed.

But not like life or death mattered at this point anyway. With Sakura gone and his life gone to shit, he barely had anything left to live for.

He was so tired. Tired of waiting, tired of moping, tired of being heartbroken every time Sakura sneaked into his head, which was constantly, almost every minute.

But every time he got mad at her for leaving him, he thought of every reason she had for leaving him.

He forgot all about her, he broke her heart so many times about being ignorant, he let her get caught by the police, and he cheated on her. He was dishonest and disloyal, everything he promised he wouldn't be.

He had heard that Sakura moved to Paris, moving in with her boyfriend. He had heard Shay quietly discussing to Mamoru once, about Kioshi's thoughts on proposing to her.

And he didn't know anymore. The boys tried forcing him to go to Paris to win her back. But would she really give him another chance? 

She was happy with someone else, did he really need to interfere and break everything, much like he had before?

He would gladly sacrifice his happiness and life for Sakura. But he didn't know this was how he would end up doing it. And he didn't know just how painful it was.

Every time he thought that he could've been with her, he could've been in Kioshi's place, he would almost cry. But then he'd remind himself 'I deserve it'.

He was happy for her, right? He was glad that she finally had her own happy ending...

But that little voice at the back of his head was shouting at him to do something...

Anything.