Fai Kurogane Novels & Stories

For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper. A shadow detached from the darkness: a Yakuza thug in a tailored suit, irezumi tattoos glowing under ripped sleeves. Not Kane’s crew these bore the dragon insignia of the Kurogane-kai, a rival faction splintered from Tokyo’s old syndicates. Kane had allies in the Yamaguchi-gumi offshoots, but Kurogane hated outsiders poaching their tech smuggling routes. This ambush? A declaration of war.

"Cut the crap! Your past relationships have nothing to do with me, and I couldn't care less!" "It's okay. Whether you care or not, I'll tell you the truth," he said. "That woman in Morita is a friend of mine. We were going to meet another mutual friend that day when we ran into you. She urged me to get a move on it because she got impatient." "People abroad tend to be more easy-going, so the familiarity in their greetings was just a cultural difference. We're just friends, though." His eyes were shining a bit too brightly. Sage cleared her throat and said, "I already told you that it has nothing to do with me."