Old Man Kosuke Novels & Stories

We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged. - Heinrich Heine * * * * Kurosuke Yoshiyuki sneered at the enraged expression of the son of one of Japan’s most famous politicians who was bound to a chair with wires taped to his body which were attached to the computer terminal that he was standing in front of. He was a man in his mid-thirties, with neat, slicked back hair with a pair of glasses perched on his nose, giving him a look of a college professor. Yoshiyuki sneered at the boy, pushing the glasses up his nose.

One of them bring the glass of whiskey in the table for the old man. The chinky old man is sizing him up and looked at him with a killer smile that’s more creepy than friendly. "You look very young Mr. Brussel, how old are you if i may asked? He smirked and he wants to gauge out his eyeballs. He has no right to asked for his age but he answered despite everything. "I'm twenty eight, but I don't think you came here just to asked that. Let's get down to business Mr. Nakamura".

He just said the funniest thing for him to say ever! "HAHAHAHA!" Ken'ichi laughed so hard for a minute while the old man looked at him annoyed. "You know what? Never mind. Screw you." the old man said pissed off and started to walk away holding his bottle of beer. "Old man, wait up!" Ken'ichi said as he held his stomach after laughing so hard. *SHOT!* He startled when an arrow passed by his cheeks and went straight to the old man. ***

An Oldman around his late 87 appeared on the screen . He whole body had wrinkled and his hair is winter White .He can't walk, properly . He's fragile, holding an walking stick for his limping purpose .The man is fixing his spectacles .So ,he can't identify Sam properly, " Wh....who....are.....y....you... ??? "