Jin Kazama Tattoo Novels & Stories

The last time I saw him without clothes, he had only the Bratva tattoo; the twin stars of a Vor v Zakone on his left chest; stars that marked him as untouchable in the Bratva. But now his entire upper body was covered in ink; Dragons and demons. I know those tattoos. No, it was not the Chinese Triads; this… this was Irezumi, a traditional tattoo style belonging to the Yakuza; the fucking Japanese Mafia. Was that where he had been these past four years? I was stunned. Why would a Bratva Don wear the mark of another syndicate? “There is not enough hot water for two, but we can share,” Nikolai’s voice shook me out of my thoughts.

she challenged. I raised my eyebrow at her. Putting the pizza box down, I took off my jacket and showed her my left arm. "You got a new tattoo?" she gasped. Nodding my head, I peeled the bandage off slowly and showed it to her. “ K a r a ” Those four letters were forever inked on me now. The size wasn't too big and it was surrounded by a bunch of other tattoos I already had, so people won't really notice them unless they were looking for them.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Grandmother Haze placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Finally, Collins Haze, a young man with an athletic build, chiseled features, and piercing icy blue eyes, joined them at the table. His sharp jawline and striking tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes on his left hand drew attention. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie shaped like a miniature phoenix, his style impeccable.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

Kazal smiled apologetically at her after he situated himself on the seat Miyu saved for him. Somehow, Miyu noticed that there is a glimmer of deep blue inside Kazal’s hazel eyes. She was about to comment on it when she saw Kazal holding a number card on his lap. “Sire, don’t tell me you will participate?” Miyu’s eyes wavered in disbelief. “Well…” Kazal dithered. “I guess you can say that.” Miyu snickered. “I thought the sapphire didn’t catch your interest. So you ARE interested in it, huh?”

“You’re certain Coral and Zane are from this cartel?” “Positive. If you flip through, you’d see their pictures.” I did as he said and examined the two siblings. “Remember you said they had a tattoo of a rose in between thorns? That’s the signature mark of the cartel.” They were standing together, hand in hand, with big smiles on their faces. The general description Kira gave matched the picture before me. I peered intently at Zane’s biceps in a sleeveless shirt and sure enough, the dreaded tattoo was there.

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂ Kagemoto Kazama. The name alone was enough to tighten my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my expression exactly how it was, calm, polite, almost amused, even though my fingers twitched slightly at my side where the vial Phil had given me rested, hidden and waiting.

I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," "I thought you were upset." His brows furrowed tightly. Jasmine chuckled in response to his words, causing her hair to bounce. "I was... And still am." A ghost of a smile touched his lips at her honestly. ### Walking down the street. Jasmine made a jerking noise. Like a kid who just saw their favorite treat, on Keith's arm. '' Oh wow! A tattoo studio. To unite us, we should get matching tattoos. '' Jasmine was a tattoo enthusiast who had three inks. She so became ecstatic at the prospect of sharing something special with Keith.

"He’s Japanese-looking, but sometimes he’s not always Japanese-looking, depending on how he styles his hair. Asians kinda look the same, shit be confusing.” I take that personally. “You realize that I’m Asian, right? I’m Korean.” “Yeah,” she responds carelessly. “Bet you’ll blend easily with the Chinese if you go to China.” She doesn’t fear me anymore. “All I’m saying is that you can’t really tell if he’s Japanese every day, so focus on his tattoo. He has a king tattoo on his body,” she continues. “Anyone can tattoo king on their body,” I snap back, shifting from one foot to the other because my knees still hurt hella lot, and I cannot stand for a long time.