Akane Yakuza Novels & Stories

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

She glances at Kōjin, who’s currently lounging on a nearby houseboat in a Hawaiian shirt, sipping a margarita the size of a kiddie pool. Kōjin (raising his glass): “Don’t look at me. My kid’s got this.” Akane charges. Seras meets her in mid-air. The clash is blinding (solar fire against oni iron, lake water flash-boiling into steam, shockwave knocking every boat sideways). Ten seconds later Akane is on her knees in the water, kanabo snapped in half, armor cracked, staring up at Seras like she’s seeing the sun for the first time.

“Akane-chan… I’m still your mo—” “No you’re not!!” Akane leaned away and immediately turned away from her. “My mother would never… She would never hurt anyone else… for the sake of her own, or for the sake of anything!! You… You’re not my mother… And you—” Akane looked at Eiji. “—you are not my father either. Neither are you my husband.” She pointed at Sen, who looked at her with shock. “None of you…” She then fell to her knees and started crying.

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His lips are set in a grim line when he looks at Robert, who flinches under Aiko’s gaze. Aiko dips his hand into his pocket and brings out a card. One that he stretches over to Taylor while still looking at me. “Perhaps, you might want to give us a call should you want to do business. You know what we, the Yakuza, have to offer. It will be very beneficial.” I have no doubt that it will. I nod once, and Taylor gets the memo, immediately pocketing the card. Aiko dips his head and leaves together with his men, and immediately they shut the door behind them, I turn to Robert.

Marina said, obviously teasing. She might be a stern lady, but her homorous side comes out like this whenever Niccolo is around. "Kaito Nakamura, he's in the country already with seven other members of his family." Massimo said, crushing all humour. Kaito is the Yakuza; boss of the Japanese mafia empire who succeeded in incorporating all his family members into his empire wings. "Nelson briefed us already. We only need the specifics since you've refused to send the mail" Niccolo said, drumming his finger pads on the desk.

Jean chirped, immediately looping his arm with mine. “The Yakuza is actually real. That’s what I mean,” Angelo said with a mini shrug. “I know quite a few of them, actually, but we have different territories, so you don’t have to worry about them getting invited to the party. We don’t mix unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he finished with a calm smile. “Wait, wait,” Jean chirped, letting go of my hand and walking over to grab Angelo’s sleeve instead. “Do they use giant bread knives like in the movies and all that?” he asked, clinging onto Angelo’s arm.

We can’t afford another slip-up,not after what happened in Tokyo” Sergei smirked, “That was a one-time issue. I’m pretty sure Aoki and his pawns learned their lesson” I kept quiet. The Yakuza syndicate headed by Aoki was a ruthless bunch. Yes, they had learned but at the cost of the lives of four of my best trained men and a shipment filled with drugs and weaponry that cost me millions. I glanced at the city below and see a familiar figure step out of a blue Cadillac. My brow furrowed.I don’t remember setting a meeting for today.

Ryuji's face went back to the cold and aloof façade he puts on. "Mr. Tanaka, this is my date, Ms. Kamenaga Ayane. I'm sure you've heard of her." After the public announcement made by Archetive about the new President and owner of the company, Ayane's name became the talk of the town. Mr. Tanaka looked over at Ayane and smiled.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”