Japanese Tattoo Designs Novels & Stories

His designs had always been private or created for some people that he tattooed. Not only would I get my man’s artwork tattooed onto me, but it was also being used as his trial run. It was his abstract phoenix design that would end up going along my side. Orange, red, black, blue, and silver were the colors that he chose to utilize. I was so damn ecstatic. ‘Coming,’ I told her. “Mom wants us to head over to her office. I’m not entirely certain why, but she sounded worried,” I explained to my mate.

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.

“There used to be two Japanese koi swimming there. One black and white. She said it represented Inyo, a Japanese equivalent of Yin and Yang. She was a japanese heiress from the Geisha pack you see. She used to sit on that bench and feed them.” The image formed in my mind without permission. A woman in flowing clothes, kneeling by the pond. A little boy watching her. And then something else surfaced. The koi fish tattoo. Over Nikolai’s heart. I hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Just another piece of ink on a man covered in them. But now it lingered differently. Miriam stepped back, her voice returning to its usual steady calm. “You really shouldn’t be here. He would be very angry if he k

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.

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 set it on the table between us and opened it. Inside were sketches. Dozens of them. A design for a full back piece that was breathtaking in its complexity. A phoenix rising from flames, wings spread wide across the shoulder blades. But woven through the feathers were geometric patterns, sacred geometry, mandalas. And beneath the phoenix, falling figures that morphed into abstract shapes before reforming at the base of the spine. Death and rebirth. Destruction and creation. Chaos and order. It was stunning. Possibly the most beautiful tattoo design I'd ever seen.

I told her. She looked at me, and then nodded as she started looking through the designs. All the designs had a resemblance of underworld and mafia, and with that, she has to choose one. She continued to look at those designs, while the other artist showed a few designs to me. I picked up the design of a sword, wrapped around a dragon and thorns. I wanted that tattoo to cover my entire back, and they agreed. While my shona chose a beautiful design, it didn't meant anything related to mafia, but it was the picture of a bird escaping from a cage.

“Good. Now, my dear, quickly design a couple more based on other cultures. Daniel needs to see this idea in more detail.” Yaru handed me the device again. I exhaled. No pressure, I thought as I looked for pictures of the ornate kimonos worn by the geisha in Japan and China. I hastily sketched a design on a fresh mannequin until Yaru stopped me once more to move me onto a third. For a moment I froze, unable to think of a good idea for another design so quickly. The sound of approaching footsteps only made the panic worse. Suddenly a third idea for a design based on an Irish theme came to mind and I tapped in the search. I had just started drawing when Jake and Edward returned, my sponsor betw

CHAPTER 13: CELEBRATION FIGHT "What I know is the Celebration Fight that was done by the Kanji mafia gang, that they are the leaders, that's why." Hideo said and he was so serious that he could talk about the Kanji that he was talking about here in Japan. "Why do you need a tattoo? Is that a dirt on the body, what kind of tattoo is that?" Gareth asked as Hideo suddenly undressed in front of us and turned away. I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back.

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'