Junko Furuta Yakuza Novels & Stories

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Not that old and not that young, and her face neutral. “Good morning” she said. “Morning” Geiru replied. “Cat got your tongue Fujiwara?” Sachi asked. “No” he replied. Karou gave him a side eye glance, and she was glaring. “So you are Takashi Fujiwara?” she asked not surprised. Like she could be doing anything else. Well she was the leader of a gang, so maybe she had much money to take from a neighborhood. “Yes” he replied. “Well Sachi told me you’re no fraud, but just know I’ll want a demonstration later on”.

“Thank you, Diluc.” Diluc gave a curt nod. “If you need anything else, let me know.” As Diluc walked away, the club’s security finally arrived to deal with the aftermath. Furina returned to the bar, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Despite the lingering anxiety from the night’s earlier events, she felt a profound sense of relief. Diluc’s unexpected kindness and the warmth of his embrace lingered with her, a stark contrast to the cold-hearted reputation he had maintained. Even as her troubles seemed far from over, she took solace in the rare glimpse of compassion she had witnessed.

I complained. In the car, Dexter ask me various questions and gives me a lot of information on how to handle the Yakuza and how their custom and stuff. Well, some make me culture shock but that's also fine. I learn Japanese due to my likings to their culture but Yakuza's culture is quite something. Their hierarchy though is not as complex as ours in America. Dexter smiles knowing that I'm well prepared about this. In a way, I exceeded his expectation. From his information, the Yakuza hierarchy starts with the boss called Oyabun, then the second in command which is called Wakagashira, and his lieutenant called Shategashira. Other than that, Yakuza have their personal advisor or Cheif of Staff

“Wait. That’s what you were doing yesterday? I knew it wasn’t some appointment. You never just leave the site like that! Hell, they can barely get you to take vacation time. You took a wolf home?” “She was injured,” Atticus said, more sharply than intended. “That stupid tree clipped her on the way down.” “What?” Johnathan barked a disbelieving laugh. “That tree was massive! You’re telling me it hit her and she walked away? No—she looks fully healed, and well enough to throw down with two others on top of it! That’s not a normal wolf, man. Maybe she’s a mutant.” The word hit like a slap. Atticus’s head snapped toward him, nostrils flaring. “She’s not a mutant. Don’t you ever say something lik

Johnathan pov Fury snarls at my mom and she steps back in shock. "my mate is off fucking limits mother and if you keep going I'm booting you. You may be my mom but she is my mate",dad looks disgusted. "Janice just stopped we aren't in charge anymore so stop it",mom sighs and sits. Laura looks at her shocked and snuggles up to Jared. "I'm alpha have been since you faked died so what I say goes if you can't handle that.... leave",Fury growls making my eyes glow golden.

"At the abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street. My source says he's about to close a drug deal with Yoshiro-Nagama." Michael turned away, as Pedro went on with the details. Yoshiro was the new Oyabun of a century-old Yakuza, controlling the inflow and outflow of drugs and weapons in Asia. As a result of his greedy quest for power, Yoshiro deposed his own father, Hatake Nagama, killing him and his trustees in cold blood, to assume the post of Oyabun.

For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper. A shadow detached from the darkness: a Yakuza thug in a tailored suit, irezumi tattoos glowing under ripped sleeves. Not Kane’s crew these bore the dragon insignia of the Kurogane-kai, a rival faction splintered from Tokyo’s old syndicates. Kane had allies in the Yamaguchi-gumi offshoots, but Kurogane hated outsiders poaching their tech smuggling routes. This ambush? A declaration of war.

"Patience. All will be revealed." Another limousine pulled up alongside theirs. The door opened, and Kazuya Takeda, the leader of the Yakuza gang, stepped out. He was a tall man with a commanding presence, his sharp suit immaculate. He entered the limousine, taking a seat beside Nakamura. "Marcus," Kazuya began, his voice smooth, "I am Kazuya Takeda, leader of the Yakuza here in Philadelphia." Marcus's gaze didn't waver. "I know who you are. But tell me, if you're Japanese, why the Korean name?"

I sighed. I put my shades and cap on before jumping down from the rooftop. I look from left to right before crossing the other street. The guards welcomed me. His men are lined up outside too. Fumihara Shiro, is one of our trusted partners BEFORE. He rules the biggest Yakuza Organization here in Japan and pledged to be our associate. He's our best trade partner of weapons, but little did we know he's stabbing us from the back. Tsk. "Excuse me." A waiter paused and looked at me. He smiled and approach me.