Yoriichi Backstory Novels & Stories

"Did you have the slightest idea about your family's past with the Yakuza?" "No, not a single damn idea..." I responded incredulously. "This... This..." "It's possible that Hiroshi Yagami managed a revenge plot for many years until he had the right opportunity to carry it out," Dominico suggested. "It's what a man like him would do."

Yori thinks viciously, not to mention that Soral is linked to the other omega that caused their leader's misfortune. Yori plans to punish him for it, he is going to take revenge for Javier today! “You owe me a debt, remember?” Yori says, his voice tightening. “You’ll repay it now.” Yori lunges and Soral tries to dodge, but Yori is faster. Yori’s hands slam into him in a rapid burst of motion, shoving Soral hard into a tree, the bark scrapes into Soral's back, yet he stubbornly refuses to cry out from the pain of his skin tearing.

He could feel his skin being melted away and the heat was slowly climbing up his limbs. Suddenly a splash of water took out the fire. He wanted to breathe with relief, but the pain was too great. “Please! Let me go,” he sobbed. “I am sorry, I am sorry.” The leader went and stood right behind him. They signalled all the other vigilantes to end Yoshiro’s misery. Four blades plunged into Yoshiro’s chest and his sides simultaneously and he vomited blood. Even after so many injuries, he was still alive. The leader took pity on him and plunged their stiletto directly into Yoshiro’s brain killing him instantly.

I patted OIKAWA's back and scooted closer to him. "I got my revenge. I trained for a year and I got my revenge at the age of 12. I killed tanaka. I was taken in by bloods and sins and ever since then I have been in this line of work. I can't quit, they won't let me. They've done a lot for me and I can't repay them." Oikawa held his head in his hands and I could hear him weep.

Yūri on my left and Ivy on my right, both leaning their heads on my shoulders. Of course, Yūri thinks it’s adorable that Ivy has barely let me out of her sight since we left the warehouse. “I’m the daughter of a now-dead yakuza boss.” Yūri states. “He didn’t like that I refused to marry who he wanted me to. And even more pissed that I married Hibiki.” she shrugged, lacing her fingers with mine.

It was through this wall with the very scenic view that he sees three get shot in the head, one after the other! Sniper! He had on a short silk midnight blue bathrobe and black pants of the same material. This man has a strong Yakuza background lining his family because his father was originally one of the best in that business until he quit. From experience, he knew such a light outfit would be best for a one-on-one battle with any kind of attacker. His father had made sure, even upon leaving that line of work, that his son should be trained in the ways of the Yakuzas, especially when it comes to defending himself.

Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap. Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table. "I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in o