Yakuza Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It’s infuriating, how my body reacts to the sound of him. “Tell me about this supplier.” “It’s the Yakuza,” Marco sounds confident. The yakuza? Isn’t that like the Japan version of Italian mafias. A harsh, barking laugh comes from Renzo. “You want us to believe you have links to the Yakuza? You?” “What about that?” Marco’s words thrum with frustration. “You couldn’t get the info on the arsons, you spineless mofo.” Oh, that’s Renzo. Things are really getting pretty heated. This is the time I should probably take my leave.

A lifetime of making mistakes has a way of making a man wiser, I suppose. Getting to the United States I fell in with the wrong crowd again, a Japanese kid named Yamato Koji. He was the son of a ruthless Yakuza boss in Los Angeles and he was my best friend. We met during my first year in school and became friends almost immediately. I didn't know he was a gang boss's kid until later but it wouldn't have made any difference if I did anyway, it probably would have even made me wanna be friends with him even more. Two years later, I dropped out of school, Koji's Dad died and he became the new boss, and a whole lot of shit went down. "A man's life is a series of stories" as Master Kankuro always