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spreading through his blue shirt.
“Don’t pull it out, you’ll be dead in a minute,” I said, keeping the gun steady. “Who are you?”
“I work for the Shimazu-kai,” The man said.
Of course, he did. They wanted us out of Shinjuku. I stole a glance at the lawyer’s office, still no sign of the other kyodai. “Why were you trying to kill me?”
The man snickered. “The kumichō wants you dead, he’s taking us in a new direction. Soon, we’ll be as famous as the Yamaguchi.”
I couldn’t stop myself as I laughed. “Oh, ok,” I said sarcastically. I knew how hard it was for small independent clans like us to keep afloat. Growth was the goal of every kumichō, but to liken themselves to the Yamaguchi-gumi – that was insanity. “Sounds like your new kumichō is a greedy bastard.”
“How dare you,” The man barked, spit flying from his mouth. His breath was ragged and the blood kept dripping. These sorts of wounds were slow; he would be in agony for hours.
“And he sent you alone too? Looks like he doesn’t care about you at all, you’re just some nameless kyodai,” I added.
The man laughed. “I’m not alone.” He grinned.
Just then, sounds of gunshots rang out from the lawyer’s office. A window shattered and a body fell two stories to the pavement with a sickening crunch. I heard Tatsuya’s war cry and more shots were exchanged.
The man for lunged for me, thinking I was distracted. I avoided him, pushing him back down onto the ground where the knife pressed deeper. He cried out in agony.
The sounds of fighting quieted and Yuji and Tatsuya burst through the doors, hauling the same package of cash that they had gone in with. Yuji was bleeding from his shoulder.
Tatsuya caught sight of the injured man in front of me. Without taking a second to think, he raised his gun and shot him in the head. The sound of the shot echoed in the silence.
“Tatsuya!” I shouted.
“Sorry, where you gonna get that?” He sneered, helping Yuji into the back seat.
I clenched my fists. Yet again, he had stepped over me and laughed at my authority. I stared at the man, his dead eyes reflecting the streetlights and a trickle of blood running down his cheek. The dead always creeped me out.
“Tadao, come on, we gotta go!” Tatsuya shouted. The sounds of sirens were approaching fast. “The cops are coming, fuck, man!”
I pulled my knife free from the man’s body and wiped the blood on the shirt. There was something sticking out of his pocket.
“Let’s go!” Tatsuya shouted.
“One second,” I grabbed the paper from his pocket and ran back to the car. Tatsuya, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, stomped on the throttle as I slammed the door. He weaved out of the alley and as far away from the scene as possible.
I didn’t even bother to care that he was driving my car. Yuji was groaning in the backseat.
“What happened?” I asked.
“That lawyer sold us out to the Shimazu-kai,” Tatsuya said, lighting a cigarette. Smoke filled the car. “That fucking bastard. Don’t worry, they’re all dead.” He jabbed his thumb in Yuji’s direction. “Got a hit on him, though. The bullet didn’t pass through; we need to get him to the doctor.”
“How do we know that our doctor isn’t being whispered to by the Shimazu-kai?” Yuji groaned.
“Save your energy, let me worry about that,” I said while the kyodai slumped back down against the seat, spreading blood over the leather upholstery.
I opened the paper that was folded in my hand. My mouth went dry and dread rippled through my body. Oriana? It was a photo of her taken at the hostess club. She wasn’t looking straight on at the camera, enough to make it apparent that she didn’t know that her picture was being taken. Why the hell did someone from the Shimazu-kai have her picture?
Tatsuya glanced over, speeding through a red light. “Hey, isn’t that the girl from the club?”
“Yes,” I said. But the question was why. “Stop the
“Don’t pull it out, you’ll be dead in a minute,” I said, keeping the gun steady. “Who are you?”
“I work for the Shimazu-kai,” The man said.
Of course, he did. They wanted us out of Shinjuku. I stole a glance at the lawyer’s office, still no sign of the other kyodai. “Why were you trying to kill me?”
The man snickered. “The kumichō wants you dead, he’s taking us in a new direction. Soon, we’ll be as famous as the Yamaguchi.”
I couldn’t stop myself as I laughed. “Oh, ok,” I said sarcastically. I knew how hard it was for small independent clans like us to keep afloat. Growth was the goal of every kumichō, but to liken themselves to the Yamaguchi-gumi – that was insanity. “Sounds like your new kumichō is a greedy bastard.”
“How dare you,” The man barked, spit flying from his mouth. His breath was ragged and the blood kept dripping. These sorts of wounds were slow; he would be in agony for hours.
“And he sent you alone too? Looks like he doesn’t care about you at all, you’re just some nameless kyodai,” I added.
The man laughed. “I’m not alone.” He grinned.
Just then, sounds of gunshots rang out from the lawyer’s office. A window shattered and a body fell two stories to the pavement with a sickening crunch. I heard Tatsuya’s war cry and more shots were exchanged.
The man for lunged for me, thinking I was distracted. I avoided him, pushing him back down onto the ground where the knife pressed deeper. He cried out in agony.
The sounds of fighting quieted and Yuji and Tatsuya burst through the doors, hauling the same package of cash that they had gone in with. Yuji was bleeding from his shoulder.
Tatsuya caught sight of the injured man in front of me. Without taking a second to think, he raised his gun and shot him in the head. The sound of the shot echoed in the silence.
“Tatsuya!” I shouted.
“Sorry, where you gonna get that?” He sneered, helping Yuji into the back seat.
I clenched my fists. Yet again, he had stepped over me and laughed at my authority. I stared at the man, his dead eyes reflecting the streetlights and a trickle of blood running down his cheek. The dead always creeped me out.
“Tadao, come on, we gotta go!” Tatsuya shouted. The sounds of sirens were approaching fast. “The cops are coming, fuck, man!”
I pulled my knife free from the man’s body and wiped the blood on the shirt. There was something sticking out of his pocket.
“Let’s go!” Tatsuya shouted.
“One second,” I grabbed the paper from his pocket and ran back to the car. Tatsuya, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, stomped on the throttle as I slammed the door. He weaved out of the alley and as far away from the scene as possible.
I didn’t even bother to care that he was driving my car. Yuji was groaning in the backseat.
“What happened?” I asked.
“That lawyer sold us out to the Shimazu-kai,” Tatsuya said, lighting a cigarette. Smoke filled the car. “That fucking bastard. Don’t worry, they’re all dead.” He jabbed his thumb in Yuji’s direction. “Got a hit on him, though. The bullet didn’t pass through; we need to get him to the doctor.”
“How do we know that our doctor isn’t being whispered to by the Shimazu-kai?” Yuji groaned.
“Save your energy, let me worry about that,” I said while the kyodai slumped back down against the seat, spreading blood over the leather upholstery.
I opened the paper that was folded in my hand. My mouth went dry and dread rippled through my body. Oriana? It was a photo of her taken at the hostess club. She wasn’t looking straight on at the camera, enough to make it apparent that she didn’t know that her picture was being taken. Why the hell did someone from the Shimazu-kai have her picture?
Tatsuya glanced over, speeding through a red light. “Hey, isn’t that the girl from the club?”
“Yes,” I said. But the question was why. “Stop the
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