Yakuza Kiwami 2 Novels & Stories

CAINE The meeting was held in a whorehouse owned by someone who belonged to the Yakuza. His name was Haruki Yamadera. I had never met the owner before but I knew the person who worked for him. A right hand man. I called him Zai. I walked in and went to the table designated for our meeting. Soon, Zai joined me in the opposite seat. He had dark hair, rings on both ears, and tattoos all over his face. He held a pack of cards which he always shuffled. Anyone who watched us would think we were about playing cards. But those card were actually his signature, and weapon. He once told me he had made them into blades, talking about their sharp edges I think.

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

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

Alfi exclaimed punching Wira with his clones at the same time. Wira is managed to be defeated by Alfi. “Say my hello to Taye, I’m sorry for killing your precious best friend. Now, pay him a visit.” Alfi said. Alfi runs to Kartika and the others. They all seem fine. “Is everyone ok?” Alfi asked worrying. “Yes, they are. Someone just helped me before.” Kartika answered. “Yeah, he looks like a Samurai,” Koji added. “His hair is black and he wears a purple kimono,” Katon added.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

- He said. - You never know Tsuki Miki, I want you to be in sight. - Said Kurayami. - This is an order. - Said Kurayami. - All right, I'll stay in sight. - Said Tsuki Miki. - Obey me. – Kurayami snarled, pulling his arm. - In cash. – Kurayami said. - All right, I'll stay in sight. - Tsuki Miki said. There, in the middle of the wheel of former Warriors Society enemies, there were many conquerors and rivals around, and that was when some suspicions and thoughts came to fruition.

​The boardroom felt suddenly empty, the polished black marble reflecting not the vibrant city outside, but a hollow victory. Andrea Williams was gone, and shambition in the e had taken the n the room with her. All that remained was the faint, expensive scent of her perfume and the palpable feeling that I had just traded a stable, predictable future for an exhilarating, high-risk gamble.

And with his money— he got exactly that. Yukimura Aito glances around the empty establishment in mild confusion. “Is there a reason why you called me back to Japan?”. His gaze settles back on Miyamura. “Not that I’m not happy to see you again, but I know that the feeling might not be mutual”. Miyamura scoffs, then pours himself a glass of scotch and downs it. “You’re saying it like I have something against you, Aito”. He pours another glass and passed it to the other alpha.

"They could feel offended by your decision, sir. We know the reputation of the Brazilian Mafia boss, this could cause problems." " If he feels offended, then let him tell me directly. And it's precisely because I know what kind of man he is that I won't hand Rosamund over to him. If Thiago Montenegro wants to get married to Rosamund, he will have to win her heart first, not just a contract. She is my blood, not a commodity of our organization."

Maria De La Cruz was standing behind her boss, as if waiting for orders. At the table the two bosses were seated in one half of the room, behind them the hitman Lautaro, and on the other side with three security guards for each gang member, Guillermo was standing on the door of the entrance more than armed, because they feared an ambush. Pablo Altamirano begins speaking;