Jin Kazama Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

"You passed out before we even left the parking lot. I didn't want to wake you." "I guess I owe you for the impromptu nap," I mumble, stretching slightly. The headache is gone, replaced by a strange, light warmth in my chest. "You're welcome," he chuckles, and I reach for his hand, holding on to it. His sleeves are rolled up to expose the tattoos on his wrist. I trace my fingers along the Roman figures, intrigued. They seem to be a certain date. Kaziel sucks in a sharp breath as I continue to trace the tattoos. I frown, noticing that there are bumps underneath, like scars. I sit up abruptly, and he pulls his hand away from me, rubbing the back of his neck.

she protests. “She isn’t wrong.” Azura snickers. Kataleya just needs confidence, but something tells me with the right man, she’ll get there. “So, what’s your man wearing?” Azura asks as she hugs Kataleya, who is pouting unhappily. “I told him to add a little red,” I say, looking at the tattoos on the back of my thighs. “What about yours?” “Black, he owns mainly black,” Azura says with a smirk. “I did ask him to incorporate some red for me, but he simply said he’d wait for me to get some red on him.”

“I assume they are Mellie and Jack?” “Oh! Yes, Mellie, Jack, these are the people who had me ink Dipshit Matty. Guys this is Nate, Kimi, Kam, and Kam’s girlfriend,” Izzy made quick introductions. “Mellie and I are going to be doing Kam’s and girlfriend’s neck tattoos, Jack will be doing yours, Nate.” “Sweet,” Kam said. “This is Rose, by the way.” “Follow me,” Izzy said. Kam and Rose followed Izzy and Mellie to two chairs, and settled in. Kimi and I followed Jack to another chair that was set up for me.

They stand out from the others due to their outfits but thank God, they didn't show their tattoos. It was easy to spot them from the crowd so I approach them. They probably can't recognize us since we dress to blend in with the other tourist. They speak in Japanese and thinking I won't be able to understand them I replied, "shita ni kiotsu kero! Kono kuso yarou !! shini tai-no?!" (Watch your tongue! you fucker! Wanna die?!) They were quite shocked by the challenge I give but it was not long until they realize who they're talking to. They bow their head and apologize to me. Apparently, they didn't receive the notice that we will dress up as tourists and expect us to come like a mafia member.

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.

Just before the performer climaxed, he raised his hip a bit, lifting Mia up with his hand behind her back. He was planning on emptying everything so deep inside her, barely anything would be left slipping out. But the second he did, I noticed something on his lower thigh. A little family inscription. It was the Japanese symbol… “絆” A tattoo. A very familiar one at that. I knew this, because I had the same one. As if to confirm I wasn't seeing things, I looked down at myself, just beside my soaked pussy, and met the same tattoo on the underside of my thigh.

Somewhere, in the heart of Philadelphia, a third power was rousing from its slumber. Kazuya Tekada, the charismatic boss of the Japanese mafia could be seen with his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal. "Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my friend," Kazuya spoke with a confident tone, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Our guys will make sure your merchandise is delivered safe and sound. We've got the finest coke, the finest marijuana, and as a special token of appreciation from our esteemed organization, we've even thrown in a little bonus for you."

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.”

“You just remorselessly killed your companion, guy named Ox. Or should I say, a ringer assassin called the Joker of the Cards of Reapers?” Ox laughed lightly, bandages on his left hand suddenly fall when Aoi cut it with a sharp knife. On the back of his palm, a tattoo of a skeleton in a pitch-black cloak was holding a grayish scythe. On the side of the box, vertically written in a scary font the word “J-O-K-E-R.” A tattoo of the Card of Reapers indicating he was in a high-rank. “What's your business with me?” Aoi Akuma asked voice in a threat.