Akane Yakuza Novels & Stories

she teases while her spear was resting on her shoulder. The lady frowned with her shaking hand holding a sword, she aggressively attacks Akane. On Akane's peripheral vision she saw a guy with a bow gun who also aiming at her. "Wow, I'm so popular." she jokes and runs towards that guy. The person was quite shocked to see her coming, but he didn't move and focus on his aim. At the time he pulled the trigger, Akane immediately uses the spear as a pole and beautifully flipped over the air, smirking. Her red-hair was swayed following her movements and glistened reflecting the lights on the ceiling.

Akane added with a sigh. I cleaned my tears. "I feel so lost sometimes, and I do not even know what to do, most of the time," I told the ladies. "Easy, know where you stand in his life and defend it with your life," Akane said. "He will always place you first," She added. I took a deep breath. "I am going to need a gun," I muttered, recalling what Damien had told me earlier. "That is the spirit, Isabella and you know men can be annoying sometimes so try not to shoot him," Akane said. The girls giggled again.

I complained. In the car, Dexter ask me various questions and gives me a lot of information on how to handle the Yakuza and how their custom and stuff. Well, some make me culture shock but that's also fine. I learn Japanese due to my likings to their culture but Yakuza's culture is quite something. Their hierarchy though is not as complex as ours in America. Dexter smiles knowing that I'm well prepared about this. In a way, I exceeded his expectation. From his information, the Yakuza hierarchy starts with the boss called Oyabun, then the second in command which is called Wakagashira, and his lieutenant called Shategashira. Other than that, Yakuza have their personal advisor or Cheif of Staff

she said to her followers, who kept tailing her wherever she went. "Akane..." The mere sight of her was sufficient to ignite the dormant flames of hatred within me, remembering how they made me a servant for her and her twin brother, Akeno. "You're here..." I halted my friends when they were about to snarl at her. Akane put up a sweet facade as she stepped forward, eyeing me up and down. "Look at you... Even if this is a masquerade party, I can easily distinguish my filthy cousin right here." Her laughter resonated with a sinister undertone. "Well, you are more suited in a servant's attire than this... extravagant gown." Her lips turned downward as she scoffed.

I stand over him, breathing hard, as four Yakuza soldiers come rushing over from the bar with guns leveled. I stare at them and show my teeth. Their leader, a man named Bob Tanaka, shakes his head. "You're a fucking mess, Khazan." "If you had left a gun like I wanted, this would've been cleaner." "Guns are loud. Look at my carpet! What a goddamn mess." "I need to wash my hands." "Yeah, yeah." Bob waves me away. "Go take care of yourself. Ah, what a fucking wreck." He barks orders in Japanese to his soldiers as I return to the back room.