Yasuke Tattoo Novels & Stories

And there it had been. The tattoo. An inverted triangle. A snake curling through it. It had only taken a glance for Jaden to recognize it. People outside the underworld believed tattoos were decoration. Style. Art. But in the circles Jaden moved in, tattoos were language. Symbols. Declarations. When he joined the Yakuza, the ink had not come all at once. No one earned that privilege so easily. Every mark had been given over time, added slowly like ranks stitched onto a uniform. Each piece carried meaning, history, proof of loyalty and danger.

The man came closer, he wore a short sleeve shirt, so I could see the tattoos on his neck and also on his arms. "Bloody hell, that's Yakuza." I was surprised by this show. "Yes, call me Daisuke." he said laughing. Right now, that row of white teeth and black hair looked absolutely terrifying. This man, one of the assassins of the Yakuza clan. Harry hadn't had time to pull out his gun yet, so I decided to pull out my gun first, then I pointed my gun at Daisuke. "This time I will protect you. We'll sort things out between us next time." I said to Harry. Then I stepped forward, approaching Daisuke.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

She cut a pathetic picture at the moment. He smiled and leaned forward as if to share a secret, "I figured it out the day after I was attacked at the restaurant, while I was fighting your men off, I noticed that all of them had two overlapping SS tattooed into various parts of their body but mostly on their upper body. I knew the attack came from someone in the underworld so I dug into someone who has those two SS as their initials and found you but then I noticed something odd, not everyone that worked for you had the tattoo, I admit I was stumped." Yoshiki smiled as he paced in front of the cell.

She wondered what he was trying to do. All he had on was a pair of brown pants, his upper body was rendered bare in front of her, and she could now clearly see the tattoo on his chest, it was a scaly figure that seemed to wrap around his slender frame with its head extending right over his right shoulder to his chest. Its mouth was wide open with sharp canines popping out of it. A tattoo of a mythical serpent-like creature, a Chinese dragon, not the kind of tattoo a respectable businessman would have on him. A thug, perhaps, or even the yakuza.

“You just forgot we exist. Which, again, is incredibly rude.” Keyu gave his usual quiet, judgmental nod. Yael offered a small, easy wave. Norio just wore that smirk of his, like he was privy to the whole plot twist. “So they moved closer, huh?” Yael observed, slipping his gun into his holster. “Thought they’d stay tucked away in Palawan. Convenient for us, though and shorter travel time.” Igor snapped his fingers loudly, successfully drawing our scattered attention back to him. His face was hard, burning with fury that simmered just beneath the surface. “Everyone remember this, they have a tattoo on their neck. That’s their signature.”

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

Caruso’s POV “What else have you found about the shooter?” I asked Oscar as we walked into Zelda’s cafe. “He has a tattoo, an amateurishly drawn scorpion on his nape,” He said, holding out his phone. Looking at the screen, I saw a zoomed blurry image of the fucker on the dispatch bike he’d ridden to Kingston, the tattoo blotchy like it was made by a five year old. “Keep looking.” I replied, before walking ahead of him to the counter, which was being manned by a young lad, “Where is the manager?”

“Your tattoo is gone.” Hikari smiled at me, “that’s where Yuki lives, luna. When I release him completely, my dragon tattoo around my neck disappears, too.” “Woah-ho-ho! Goddess! This is some insanity! You are so cool!” I said in the heat of the moment. Hikari’s face turned stoic as he peered at Yuki with a quick gulp. “Um, I apologise if I was offensive. It’s just that when I am excited, I forget manners,” I chuckled nervously.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.