Jin Kazama Tattoo Novels & Stories

Parker gasped as the realization of something dawned on him. "Jamie, you aren't in some... Some." Parker stuttered. "In some what man?" Jamie laughed. "Hold on a minute. Man, you aren't in some kind of cult group are you?" Parker asked. In stead of replying, Jamie pulled up his short to show Parker a tattoo. The tat was a rising eagle, it's eyes set on something in a distance. Upon seeing it, Parker's fears and thoughts were confirmed. His friend really did belong to a secret cult.

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. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

I asked dropping the damsel in distress act. "In a basement" He replied and I sighed. "Do you work for someone?" I questioned again. "Yes, you'll meet him soon, don't bother to ask," He replied. "Aren't you a clever one? Tell me how you know who I am and why the fuck am I in a basement?" I demanded, he take off the shirt he was wearing revealing a tank top with inked skin. My eyes caught the Jaguar tattoo on his back as he turned to pick up his machete.

The only cameras on this street are my own, ensured by a sizable donation to a certain District Attorney's re-election campaign. As I enter the lobby, I begin to strip off the trappings of Micah McKaine revealing the beast within. Underneath the jacket and dress shirts are my tattoos, each one telling the story of my life. Over my heart is a picture of a sword stabbing into an anatomically correct heart, with two drops of blood-like tears inked right below, one for my mother, and the other for my uncle, both dead before I was 12, leaving me at the mercy of the foster care system. On my left shoulder is a large 34, inked by my hand when I entered the 34th Street Gang at the age of 13. My righ

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 had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

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.'

As soon as he turned on the shower a loud moan resonated in the washroom which startled him for a moment but he composed himself and cursed under the breath. 'What the fuck, who puts such a thing in the beginning?' The moans and groans soon became muffled in the midst of the sound of water flowing on his shoulders gently, of course how could the droplets dare to offend or scar his skin as they flowed down stealthily travelling his his shoulder towards the spine where a tattoo rested. Of course, I believe you can comprehend what it could be because Kazen had the similar half pattern and it seemed that the other half was possessed by Ekai Enzo.

My friends and I were on the dance floor when I felt a pair of eyes watching me. My gaze locked with a young man who was a few years older than me. He had a tattoo on his hand that was a rose with a knife through the center of it. He was eyeing me up and down, in a way I’d noticed boys at school sometimes did. My friend, Kira Barinova, was there and I whispered to her, "Kira! Do you know who that man is?” Kira glanced over, and her eyes widened. “I don’t know about him personally. But I know that tattoo means that he’s a Ramono.”