Akatsuki Tattoo Novels & Stories

In that country, tattoos were still strongly associated with Yakuza culture. "No, but you really look like one." Akiko turned away, pretending to look out the window, because an unexpected image of Kenji's body flashed through her mind, making her feel embarrassed. Though it was only a fleeting memory, she knew his body was clean. Had his wound not caused him more pain, Kenji might have laughed. "You're allowed to assume that, but no, I'm not a Yakuza like the ones you see in movies," Kenji said.

He spoke in an emotionless tone making Summer go quite. "Fine. I am forgiving you." She held the strips of her bag. "But you have to buy me lunch today and I not not letting you go easily." She told him making him smile. He nodded. "I will buy you whatever you want to eat." "Okay then... let's go." She started walking while this time he was walking beside her matching their foot steps. "Alex won't bully you now. Do you have that tattoo? Where is it on your body?" Every Yakuza member would get a tattoo either on neck or shoulder or hand to indicate their organization. The tattoo were different for every rank and as he was the next in line, his tattoo was just like his father.

she asked sweetly. "I’m..." Takuto’s mind raced. He had to think fast. "I’m practicing tattoos! Yeah, like the cool ones the older kids get..." The teacher laughed heartily, clearly entertained by his imagination. "What are you planning to tattoo?" Takuto, a master of improvisation, responded without skipping a beat, "The company logo." Teacher Yamada burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. "Oh, Takuto, you’re such a creative little one!" She leaned against the wall, still chuckling, unaware of the "Take down Kenta plan" scrawled on his arm in crayon.

I know we’ve had sex several times already, yet I still feel a deep ravenous need for him. Rising from the stool, I wrap my arms around his waist and place kisses on his back. His stomach clenches under my hands as I run them down his textured abs. “Tell me about your tattoos,” I whisper in his ear. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes, then pulls me in front of him, places my hand over his left pec, and moves it down his tight stomach. The tattoo is a large, red, and black dragon. The dragon’s head starts at his shoulder, and the tail ends at his bellybutton. The wings stretch over his right pec, and his claws extend over his ribcage.

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

“I have to change into my suit.” “You’re dressed fine.” Ashley waves her hand at my shorts and oversized t-shirt. “The more skin, the better.” “Whhaat kind of appointment is it?” I squint at her. “We’re going to see Cason Watts.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “A tattoo?” My jaw drops. *** “Luna, have you thought about your tattoo?” Cason holds a sketch pad. “Anything on the walls out front you like?” “I saw one…” I feel my heart beat faster. “It has a rose and then there’s a dagger sitting on top, but I want the dagger to go through the middle of the rose, like it’s stabbing it.”

I am hungry, even if part of me doesn’t want to admit it. When Kattie returns, she has another person with her. This man is clearly older than KC and Kattie, probably around thirty. He has black hair, with a stray curl falling onto his forehead. He wears the same kind of pants as KC, but his chest is bare. He, too, has the S tattoo on his arm, along with another tattoo on the left side of his neck. I can’t help but stare at his upper body. He is slim and well-muscled, with more scars than I can count. There’s something fascinating about him. Dark circles lie under his eyes, and his gaze is unsteady, as if he’s very tired and struggling to focus.

Immediately, the chaos ensued. ***presently*** Now, I remember from whence I saw this tattoo. No, it’s a Crest. This drawing is a crest for an organization. Maybe cooperate assassins. Now, I’m filled with curiosity to find out who heads this organization. “Pakhan!” Akim’s voice blares through my ears. I veer toward him and see him holding up a bloodied boy who looks to be sixteen. Blood gushes from his chest and other parts of his body down to the ground.

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

I’ll never be able to drink tequila again without thinking of him, that’s for sure. I see Erik still watching me. I hand him his shirts. “Five black belts? That’s incredible. All this time you never mentioned it.” “That was a long time ago, I’m not that person anymore.” I can’t help but ogle him and he catches me checking out his Nordic styled tattoos. There’s a chariot on each pec, one pulling the sun, one pulling the moon, each being chased by a wolf. “This is Sköll,” he points to one of the wolves, “and this one Hati. They chase the sun and moon.”