Futakuchi Kenji Novels & Stories

Kenji cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and called Inoue. "Get me connected to Kyoko Fujita, immediately!" * Zabuton: a cushion designed for sitting on tatami

Indeed, the young pair looked picture perfect together in the garden as spring began to stir into life: Kenji in formal black trousers, blue shirt, and topped off with a black jacket that fit his body perfectly, Haruka in her pale-blue and yellow kimono. Kenji, a year older than Haruka at twenty years of age, was a handsome young man with black hair and dark-brown eyes. As the eldest son of the Suzuki family, and heir to the family line and vast wealth, he carried himself with dignity and pride. He was a perfectionist and a hard worker, and he expected the same from his future bride.

"Intrigue's mutual, Eiko-san. Inviting the enemy to tea? Bold play for a woman who crushes coups." Her laugh tinkled jade on porcelain, dry and devoid of warmth. "Enemy? No, child. Weapon. Or consort." Bowl set aside, she leaned fractionally, dark eyes dissecting my asymmetrical bob, the jewel-tone suit hugging curves hard-won. "Kenji was exiled from Tokyo five years ago. Board wolves circled SatoTech after his father's death—my brother's folly, leaving the heir too raw. I crushed them. Bloodied the tatami. But Kenji... he returned forged colder. You see it, yes? The dragon unchained."

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”

F who was smiling even with his eyes. “I will”, he stood up properly and watched how his wife got on the passenger’s seat. When she finally was inside, he walked towards Mr. F. Both stood on the same height and same build, just their auras different. “Pipe aside, state your purpose, Seiichi. Your timing is well-calculated, just as always but I didn’t know that even my private life is worth your calculations.” Seiichi Fujiwara, leader of Fujiwara Yakuza of Japan, just grinned.

The name that finally reached us sent chills down my spine. Jiro Fujibayashi. Director. Soon-to-be CEO of Fuji Group. One of the largest corporations in the country. When Kenji first confirmed this, his usually calm face darkened with something I had rarely seen before: worry. He had called a meeting at Rayle’s place, where the four of us sat around the small dining table, and he broke the news. “That man from that night—he’s Jiro Fujibayashi,” Kenji said, his voice heavy.

A voice from behind I turned back and met a young man who is fair in complexion, he is tall maybe at about five feet seven inches, he is a bit muscular, his hair is dark brown, his eyebrows are full and brown, a small heart-shaped lips and he has a broad shaped face. He wore a white sweatshirt and black sweatpants. "Excuse me," He said again "Welcome to Amee's bakery, how may I help you?" He stared at me for a certain seconds before he spoke

Fusae nodded and said, "The huge man with two meters in height is Sekibayashi Jun. He's a famous pro-wrestler and a very strong fighter. In public, he's very famous, you should know him." Monica looked at Sekibayashi Jun who was so tall and caused the people around him to look like a dwarf. He thought for a while and nodded since it seemed the previous Monica Oga also knew about Sekibayashi Jun. "The muscular man that is standing with that fat man is Wakatsuki Takeshi, who is also known as The Wild Tiger. He's an affiliated fighter of Furumi Pharmaceuticals, and by the way, the fat man who is standing beside Wakatsuki is the CEO of Furumi Pharmaceuticals," Fusae explained.

The members didn’t call her by her name, so this must be a friend and a new face in the house because he hadn’t seen him before. “Who are you?” he asked Takashi which shocked him. “….I’m…..” “He’s Takashi Fujiwara. A new recruit”. “Any relation to Dai Fujiwara?” “Yes” Megumi answered before Takashi could. “Good to know” “This is Kenji” she told Takashi. “He’ll be here for a while”. Takashi shook his head. “You can call us friends” Kenji said. “We aren’t friends!” Megumi spat.

“Everyone dies someday. So will I. It holds especially true for a member of Hati, especially the Phantoms.” Kenji smiled at Yuri. “All men are born free, and they will die free. That is the way of life. But before I die, I am going to make sure that you know everything that I can teach you. If I can’t make you forget about revenge, I won’t try to stop you. But I will make sure that you have the skills and the tools needed to ensure that you actually made it out alive.” Kenji pulled down part of the collar of his coat from the left side of his neck, exposing a black butterfly tattoo with spread wings just above his collarbone on the left side of his neck.