Yasuke Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.

The unknown young man shouted to the girl. “Stop this, both of you!” Tohya shouted at the same exact moment that the young man did. Yuri can only stare at the young man before noticing the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck, and her gaze went down to his left hand where there was a Hati bracelet wound around his wrist with the Roman numeral of two engraved on the silver crescent moon pendant. ‘A Phantom? Then that means…’

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.

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 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.

Kaze frowned. He tapped on Snow’s shoulder, gesturing to her to sit down as they could no longer walk away. Since they were not part of this, Kaze wanted to leave the matter to Wesley and let them deal with it. The men were not towering but all of them were buff and bulky. Their muscles were obvious even through their uniforms. Their necks had the same tattoo of a sword, amplifying their ferocity. One of the men's heads was bleeding. He was the Ryokanian whom Wesley had hit with a bottle of beer.

I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms. “Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers—his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.” “It’s inked out of fun.” “What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese. “Keizoku w* chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.” “I like it.” “Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

“Faces, tattoos, jewelry?” She shook her head helplessly. “Only… when the man grabbed me, I saw his hand. Here.” She tapped the back of her own. “A black mark. Like a symbol…four sharp lines, kind of square, crossing like a crooked gate. Could’ve been… a character? I only saw it for a second before I—” Vincenzo leaned over. “Yakuza?” he muttered, cutting her off. “You’re telling me these bastards are—”

she asked sweetly. "I’m..." Takuto’s mind raced. He had to think fast. "I’m practicing tattoos! Yeah, like the cool ones the older kids get..." The teacher laughed heartily, clearly entertained by his imagination. "What are you planning to tattoo?" Takuto, a master of improvisation, responded without skipping a beat, "The company logo." Teacher Yamada burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. "Oh, Takuto, you’re such a creative little one!" She leaned against the wall, still chuckling, unaware of the "Take down Kenta plan" scrawled on his arm in crayon.

CHAPTER 13: CELEBRATION FIGHT "What I know is the Celebration Fight that was done by the Kanji mafia gang, that they are the leaders, that's why." Hideo said and he was so serious that he could talk about the Kanji that he was talking about here in Japan. "Why do you need a tattoo? Is that a dirt on the body, what kind of tattoo is that?" Gareth asked as Hideo suddenly undressed in front of us and turned away. I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back.