Yakuza Japanese Frog Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

I laughed at what he said. “That's for lying to me. It's good for you," I said laughing. Harold is very flirtatious. "Yeah and I'm so sorry for what I did." Instead of answering him, I just hugged him. "I'm confused about your tattoo, when I first saw you, his design was two moons but when I saw it when we got wet in the rain, it's YinYang." I told him. "My tattoo is just a YinYang design. You probably misunderstood it because of its tail shaped like a half moon. The idea came from you actually, when we met in the plaza once." I frowned at what he said. when?

"Did you notice anything specific about this man?" "No. He was dressed in dark clothes. Just some thug," I recalled, thinking back to what I had seen. The only source of light was a distant streetlamp at the end of the alley. A flash brought me back to the gruesome scene—the man raising his arm. "He had a tattoo. On his right arm. Something like a dragon, I think. I'm not entirely sure." As Rafael's breath altered, growing heavier and more audible, he closed the distance between us. The intensity in his eyes sharpened, fixated on me. "What kind of tattoo?" he demanded, his voice laced with anticipation.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

Seeing it, He touches his tattoo and a green Ribo which looks like a vicious living skeleton with a British noble robe coming out from his tattoo. “Kolonel ready to fight! Let”s beat that thing hand to hand!” He said. "Finally I can summon my Ribo!" Herman said in his mind. “Yes sir!” Herman replied. Kolonel goes back entering Herman’s tattoo. Herman starts scratching Kiki 3X and this time Kiki feels pain. Herman then hits Kiki”s epigastrium. “Teknik Jitu! 5 Bintang (Ultimate Technique: 5 Stars)” Herman explained pressing Kiki”s epigastrium with his 5 fingers while shooting his nails consecutively that Kiki flies to the air and falls to the ground.

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

It hurt but I gritted my teeth, not taking my eyes off him. Next he took off his jacket, discarding it on the floor. His shirt was next to go, he unbuttoned it one button at a time. It joined the grey jacket on the floor revealing his sculpted torso covered in tattoos. He had a dragon tattooed on the left side of his breast and the head of a wolf on the other. My eyes followed his movements.

“Does he have any tattoos?” “He was wearing a suit, Joy! It's not like I could undress him to check!” She smirked. “Well, this could be fun too, but I rather meant his hands.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “If he is or was working for Triads or Yakuza, he should have tattoos even on his hands and fingers. He can also be missing his little finger... or a part of it,” she explained. I sighed. “He is not missing a finger.”

“There used to be two Japanese koi swimming there. One black and white. She said it represented Inyo, a Japanese equivalent of Yin and Yang. She was a japanese heiress from the Geisha pack you see. She used to sit on that bench and feed them.” The image formed in my mind without permission. A woman in flowing clothes, kneeling by the pond. A little boy watching her. And then something else surfaced. The koi fish tattoo. Over Nikolai’s heart. I hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Just another piece of ink on a man covered in them. But now it lingered differently. Miriam stepped back, her voice returning to its usual steady calm. “You really shouldn’t be here. He would be very angry if he k