Yakuza Oc Novels & Stories

Not long after, the esteemed bosses were arriving one by one. “Firipin e okaerinasai,” greeted Rios as he and Kenji Takahashi bowed formally toward each other. The serious man, whose voice was soft but always made Rios nervous, had come all the way from Osaka, Japan. Takahashi was a former enforcer in the Yamaguchi-gumi syndicate, but had risen as the leader of his own splinter group. He didn’t talk much, but when it came to business, he was always eager to share how he grew his empire, which was through tech, crypto laundering, and, of course, his brutal efficiency. He was known as the kind of man who eliminated rivals before they even spoke. The Japanese man was accompanied by the Shimizu-

he muttered, knowing something. We halted slowly. I knew I had to pull my hoodie up. "I had a patient come up from one of those people. They belong to the Jade Cross. Kinda like...Yakuzas." Said Dr. Rayleigh. "What's a...Yakuza." "I really can't say much, but they're bad guys. And we need to leave." Dr. Rayleigh was rushing me for some reason. "Doctor, we've come this far. Let's take a photo at least," I whispered, slightly resisting as he tried to drag me away.

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a su

For now, I'm hypnotized, for staring into him's face. Karma is a bitch. Ozgur had warned me to be careful in Japan. Especially if I think about the enemies of Ozgur, the Yakuza are here. The first and the oldest mafia cartel in the world. It has been an old story, that Lord Yakuza is called by the code name: Pride. He is the mortal enemy of Ozgur.

There was a red x drawn over my face. Olivia wasn't the target of the hit. I was. "Is JR dead? Fucking tell me where her body is," Copycat shrieked into the phone. No, she wasn't dead. I wasn't that stupid. But telling him where she was would lose me any leverage I had. I couldn't afford to make myself an easy target for Marino. Especially after my latest discovery about the Yakuza. "Twenty four hours. Give me time to find out how you pissed off the Yakuza. Clearly they fucking think I'm you. Let me clean up your mess. Then you can have your precious JR and the money," I said, before abruptly ending the call.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

THE YAKUZA. Yakuza also known as gokudō are members of transnational organized crime syndicates originating in Japan. The Japanese police and media by request of the police, calls them bōryokudan "violent groups" while the yakuza call themselves ninkyō dantai "chivalrous organizations" The English equivalent for the term yakuza is gangster, meaning an individual involved in a Mafia-like criminal organization. The yakuza are known for their strict codes of conduct, their organized fiefdom nature and several unconventional ritual practices such as yubitsume or amputation of the left little finger.

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

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”