Yasuke Tattoo Novels & Stories

Akira Hayashi’s sharp nails dug into my scalp as she dragged me across the polished wooden floors of the main syndicate headquarters at first light. My knees scraped against the tatami as I crawled behind her, completely naked except for the new black leather collar engraved with a golden dragon. My body still throbbed from last night’s initiation, cum dried on my skin in faint streaks, but the moment we entered the vast inner chamber, fresh wetness trickled down my thighs. The room was filled with the elite inner circle— twelve of the most powerful and heavily tattooed yakuza captains and enforcers, all seated in a wide circle on low cushions. Traditional lanterns cast a warm glow over thei

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.”

[Yusuke] Then dont shoot then. "Yusuke" takes out his knife and started to charge at "Shinjuku". "Shinjuku" stands there and was anticipating his every move "Yusuke" was slashing at him in Vertical angles "Shinjuku" started weaving left and right then "Yusuke" try to use a basic maneuver then took his knife and slashes at "Shinjuku" Horizontally then "Shinjuku" jumps back quickly then raises his hand getting ready to release a energy wave at "Yusuke".

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.”

I’m not scared of his wrinkled liver-spotted ass since I can take him in a fight. Hibiki was a trooper as he took the seat, which put his back to my father. He knew well enough I’d want to keep an eye on the bastard. And I have to admit it’s a bit of a badass move. Turning your back to the head of a yakuza is considered one of the ultimate offenses. And based on how hard Takashi is trying to glare a hole through Hibiki’s back, he is taking it as an offense.

“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.

Even in the dark, Yuri’s sharp eyes could catch the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck as well as the silver hoop-like earring that he wore in his left ear, along with the bracelet with the Roman numeral for five engraved on it around his left wrist. “Eh?” Ren blinked as he recognised the spinning dagger that had just saved both their lives. “That is…Zeus?” He then looked up into the air and spotted the newcomer, and recognised him immediately. “Tohya?” Tohya Tanigawa, Phantom V of the Hati’s elites, as well as the assigned partner of both Ren and Yuri grinned at them as he landed onto the ground safely, releasing the clasps which attached the parachute to his body, and tossed it

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

The last time I saw him without clothes, he had only the Bratva tattoo; the twin stars of a Vor v Zakone on his left chest; stars that marked him as untouchable in the Bratva. But now his entire upper body was covered in ink; Dragons and demons. I know those tattoos. No, it was not the Chinese Triads; this… this was Irezumi, a traditional tattoo style belonging to the Yakuza; the fucking Japanese Mafia. Was that where he had been these past four years? I was stunned. Why would a Bratva Don wear the mark of another syndicate? “There is not enough hot water for two, but we can share,” Nikolai’s voice shook me out of my thoughts.

No one knew what Wesley had gone through. Even Kaze felt that the useless coward was surprisingly brave. Therefore, he spoke up to give a piece of friendly advice, “Wesley, the Ryokanian wore the uniform of the Refined Blade and there’s an apprentice badge on him. I think he has some background. “If everyone wants to have a fun and peaceful night, you should consider changing the venue, or else trouble will come knocking.” Kaze thrashed Bronze Sparrow himself, so he knew the Ryokanians’ status in the establishment.