“The fact that you thought it was candy should have told you everything,” Yuki countered. “Easy to sell and no cop can really tell the difference. Demand is easy. It’s just the supply that’s tricky. Without capital, I have no way of making it.”
Chisato opened up her shirt and fanned herself with her hand. “And what makes you think this is really going to make waves here?”
“Because I have the best clients in the world,” Yuki said. “Sailors and Marines in the United States military. Yokosuka, Atsugi, Misawa, Iwakuni, Camp Zama. I have connections to every single base in Japan and I have dealers set up to push this product in all directions.”
Chisato started moving around in her chair full of discomfort. “I’m hot!” She got up and cleared her throat. She sat at the foot of her desk near Yuki. Then, she touched Yuki’s hand.
“You have such a beautiful color skin,” Chisato said. “It feels so good. I wish I could have your color for just a day. Maybe I could get those guys in the videos.”
Yuki reacted strangely. “What are you talking about? Are you okay?”
Upon this, Chisato shook out of it and walked around, feeling the effects of Pussy. “Alright, look! I’ll take a chance on this. Give me a shipment of this and I’ll test it out. If it does what you say it does, then you have a deal. Meanwhile, I want you to stay in my home. Don’t worry about what Keiko will say. She’ll understand! I’ll make her.”
Yuki stood up and Chisato embraced her tightly. “I can’t wait to show you around. I’ll be the envy of all my friends.”
Yuki felt trapped inside Chisato’s arms, trying not to disrespect her. Inside, she was full of joy. She took a chance and found a door to enter into that could change her life forever…
****
Hayashi Ohba sauntered into what was left of the Night Nurses club in Shinjuku. Most of the cops went inside the club and could smell decaying flesh.
"Your noses aren’t deceiving you," Hayashi told them as they covered their noses even when they had masks. Hayashi put on his mask, but the smell of death never bothered him. He just wanted to be a part of the crowd so people didn't start answering questions.
The cops could see the bodies that died in the fire. Hayashi took a closer look, moving around ash and flesh mixtures.
"These bodies were already dead," he told his crew. "There was nothing we could do for them anyway. This was just a dumping ground to cover up something. But what?" He spoke his own thoughts. "My guess is a yakuza cover-up. But whose? Inato or Fukushima?"
Hayashi pulled his mask down slightly and start sniffing with his highly-sensitive nose.
"Something's not right, though."
One of the cops came to him. "Mr. Ohba, there's a call for you. They mentioned that they only want to talk to you."
Hayashi left the Night Nurses and went to the radio of his police car.
"This is Ohba! Oh, Police Chief Hanzo! What happened?"
He listened to the information Police Chief Hanzo gave him as everyone else from the police to the paramedics to a crowd that formed from Shinjuku consumers, not believing that one of the premier clubs and yakuza hubs in Shinjuku met an untimely demise.
Then, he heard the last part of information.
"Police Chief Sanko was murdered at his home?" When was this?"
Hayashi put up the radio gently. One of his forensics ran to him. "We'll going to round up anything we can carry off, but it's not going to be much."
Hayashi ignored him.
"What happened, Detective?"
Hayashi ordered, "Have some units go down to Police Chief Byobugaura 's house and pick up his body. We have to prepare for funeral rites."
From there, the forensic knew what that meant. Hayashi just opened the door to his police car and went inside it quickly as the forensics detectives ran to the other cops and spread the bad news.
****
For the last two days, Seijun Mendo had played the leadership role in the Fukushimas as he kept up with information that any of his men sent about taking down Inato activity. A part of him hoped that one of his assassins would give him the news he had been waiting for.
One of them gave him something as he watched the news on the television screen talking about the upcoming trial of Daiichi Fukushima, which streamed all over the internet and social media in Japan. No one could walk down the streets of any city on Honshu Island and not hear about the Inato-Fukushima War.
"The Night Nurses caught fire last night. The police found bodies. They're saying it's Kento and the Inato crew."
Seijun smiled. "Are you sure about that?"
"That's what our people on the street are telling me."
"We need to be sure. I want to see Kento Karahawa presented to me so I can make sure he's dead."
"Oh, and there's some other news. Sanko’s dead!"
This particular news caught Seijun off-guard. "What you mean he's dead?"
"Someone chopped his head off in his own home."
“Mr. Fukushima’s not going to like this."
Seijun sat back in his chair and thought about what his boss would do in this situation. He came up with conclusions in his head.
"Okay, give the notice to our soldiers. Send some of our men to Fukuoka," Seijun commanded. "We're taking it back for the boss as a welcome home gift. I'm going to make some calls down in Osaka to make sure they're still on our side and we haven't fallen off."
"What about Sanko? Mr. Fukushima would wonder what happened."
"I'll deal with the boss. Just deal with Fukuoka and make sure that anyone loyal to Inato and still breathing is lifeless by the end of the week."
****
By the point, the Inato-Fukushima had hit a fever pitch; at least according to the news.
David Hamada could see it on his television screen as he ate his breakfast made with perfection by Myoko, going over and over in his head all that had happened. The arrest of Daiichi Fukushima had done nothing but caused a power vacuum between whoever was in control of the family and the wild bunch formerly led by the deceased Inato.
He rushed out of the house, not even kissing his wife goodbye as he wanted to start right away with taking down the rest of the yakuza.
When he entered the office, all he could see throughout his precinct were somber faces. He was the only energetic one in the room. He went to his desk, where Hayashi was deep in thought. It wasn’t until a shake on the shoulder woke him out of it.
"You're okay?" David asked.
"Sanko’s dead," Hayashi said.
"So I heard. I don't get why everyone is sad."
Hayashi glared at David. "I was wondering the same about why you're not."
"He was a corrupt cop," David said. "For all we know, he could be the reason why all this got started. Why should I care after all the shit he pulled?"
Hayashi shook his head. "You don't understand anything, do you?"
He abruptly got up from his seat, roughing the desk up and walked away quickly. David got up seconds later chasing him. A part of him felt sorry due to never seeing Hayashi act with emotion before. He managed to catch up with him as he went outside smoking a cigarette in the back of the precinct.
"What the hell was that?" David asked. "I didn't know you cared so much about the guy."
Hayashi kept smoking deeply, ignoring David.
"Okay, I didn't mean to bad mouth him now that's he's dead. He was a corrupt cop, but a cop nevertheless. I should be more respectful."
Blowing some smoke, he mentioned, "Do you know why up to this point, we never had a yakuza war like this? Because of men like Sanko."
"And men like you?" David interjected.
"I understand that kind of man. Someone who has to go beyond the realm of darkness to find that light. Sometimes we find that light. And sometimes...we get stuck in the darkness and never get out of it. I'm not saying it excuses what Sanko had been doing, but when you see the entire picture and all we do every day with the bureaucracy of it all, you would thi
nk we learn our lessons by now."
Hearing Hayashi in his philosophical place, David just took his cigarette and smoked it as well. "So where are you going with this?"
Hayashi shook off his thoughts. "Someone's playing both sides. Putting one family against the other in the hopes of wiping them all out. I mean..."
A pause.
"Wait a second!"
Suddenly, Hayashi ran back inside. David put out the cigarette and followed. From there, they went to their desks. Hayashi made some calls.
"Send some units down to Sugamo. Tell them to transfer him out and send him to Tokyo. No matter what. Anything you see out of the ordinary, react with force."
Hayashi slammed the phone down. "I'm going down to Sugamo to make sure Daiichi makes it to Tokyo. Keep watch over everything here."
"And do what?"
"Await my arrival."
"What are you thinking?"
Hayashi stopped in his haste. "If I'm right about this, and someone else is pulling the strings, they just up the stakes."
****
Ryu Korashi got up one night and prepared to kill every Fukushima he saw on sight. The only thing he knew was that since the death of Tomonubu Inato, people in his organization were getting murdered left and right.
Ryu cocked his gun and tucked it in his belt buckle under his shirt. Then, he looked outside to see if there was anything that looked suspicious.
Ryu Korashi had risen fast in the ranks of the Inato organization since he left Robert Martin and became a bodyguard for Kento and the Inato underbosses. With Kento taking over, and Daiki dead, he became Kento’s eyes and ears within the underworld.
He kept a low-key profile ever since; a loner true to his purpose and not looking for much else. Being a loner, no one knew where he lived or his routines. He had no hobbies. He lived modest and saved his money whenever he can. His job was all that mattered to him.
Ryu carried his thoughts with him outside as he was putting trash out in the dark for the morning pick-up. It almost seemed surreal how hours before he was just in the Night Nurses with Chion.
He put the trash out in a metal basket. He breathed in the air. The minute he turned his back, someone shouted his name. Ryu grabbed his gun from under his shirt and quickly turned to him and out of nowhere, a shotgun bullet shot ripped Ryu's chest open and threw him back across his own driveway. The assassin kicked Ryu’s gun in the grass and then took out a nine millimeter and blasted him three more times in the chest and then took off his mask.
“My have the mighty have fallen!” his killer said in Japanese.
Ryu coughed up blood. “What… Ayuko…”
"I bet you never thought you would see me again,” Ayuko Fukai said pistol-whipping Ryu, who at one point stuck her head down his penis. “And I most definitely knew you never thought that the girl you disgraced would put a bullet in you.”
Ryu gasped for breath, trying to break free from the grips of death, but the blood continued to leak and his holes were too large to fill with just his hands. Then, when the bullets cooled, the excruciating pain started.
“Before you die and take that final plunge into hell, I just wanted you to know who I am,” Ayuko continued. “My name is Ayuko Fukai, the sister of Daiki Fukai, one of the hardest gangsters to ever live. He was once known as the Monster. Do you know why? He used to killed little schoolgirls. He was half the killer your ass would ever be.”
“Fuck you,” whispered Ryu as he coughed up blood.
“My brother is dead because of someone like you. My brother is dead because his so-called best friend didn’t protect him. But that’s not why I went after you. I’m not killing you because of what you did. I shot you…because I wanted to…”
Ayuko bent down to Ryu. “I just want you to think about this as you breathe your final breath of life. Last night, I followed you ever since that happened. I followed you to your mother’s house where your sister leaves with her two kids.”
Ryu’s eyes widened as tears began to fall from the side of his eyes.
“When you're dead, I’m going to go there and first, I’m going to have fun with your mother. Then, I’m going to have fun with your sister. And then I’m going to have fun with your niece while your nephew watches. Then when I’m done, I’m going to kill your mother and your sister in front of the two kids. Oh, but don’t worry! I’m not going to hurt the kids. Your nephew? I’m going to give him a job working for me. He's going to sell his body for me. The new… Monster!”
Ryu balled up his fist and tried to muster enough strength to get up but it was no use.
“Your niece, on the other hand? She goes to my school. I’m going to make sure she suffers the worst fate. I’m going to get her raped by some of her own students. Maybe some of the teachers. Hell, I may find some homeless man and have him get some. Then I’m going to make her my own personal whore. You have seen and known personally some of the things my brother has done to his whores. It's going to be nothing compared to what I do to your niece. Think about that on your way to hell. And know all of your friends will join you very soon. Like my brother went after schoolgirls, I’m going after…criminals like you.”
Confident about getting her revenge, Ayuko Fukai, the younger sister of the deceased Daiki Fukai, went on her bike and left Ryu’s body casually as if she was just walking like a regular Japanese person: without emotion and focused on just her destination.
Ryu struggled to breathe as reached in his pocket and got his phone out. With every bit of strength he had left, he dialed Kento's number, hoping that he could give Kento the message. Praying that God would grant him a couple of more minutes to ask Kento to protect his family.
“Hello! Hello!"
Ryu opened his mouth and breathed his last breath…..
****
Yuki Williams went outside the balcony of the Sagawa home in Osaka, embracing the night air. She looked up to find the full moon out and brighter than it normally would be. Just as she was getting used to the glow, her cellphone rang. She immediately opened it up and answered.
“Ayame, give me some good news!”
Yuki looked down at her hands as Ayame Komatsu, her good friend back in Yokosuka, talked to her.
Our girls did a good job. The Inato and Fukushima are running around with their heads cut off. We’re getting close. How are things down there?
Yuki smirked. “Get the shipments ready. We’re pushing Pussy. We’re not waiting for these bitches to kiss and make up. Starting pushing Pussy into Yokosuka. Send some of our girls to the other bases as well. Yokota. Atsugi. Camp Zama. Better yet, have a couple of girls go down to Okinawa and check out the landscape there. See if we can shake some things up.”
We’re really doing this, are we?
“Best believe it. Let the rest of them know.”
You got it! Be careful out there!
“Don’t worry about me! I have everything taken care of over here.”
Yuki closed her cell and placed it back inside her pocket. She raised her head back to find that the same white moon turned red before her eyes. Yuki closed her eyes.
“The crime families are warring with one another. The girls are doing what they are supposed to. It’s your turn now!”
Standing to her shoulder was a nogistune resting her head. “David Hamada’s soul is cracking. It won’t be long now. Hayashi Ohba continues to be a pest, but it’s nothing that I can’t handle.”
Yuki took a breath. “I guess once we bring it all together, then we finished it.”
“You have done great work for me,” Illicit said. “I’ll never forget this. For now, finish this deal and then, you can strike the final blows. I’ll let you know when I’ll need you again.”
“It’s understood and shall be as you wish, Goddess!” Yuki responded.
The nogistune disappeared and when Yuki opened her eyes again, they had turned red. “Amaterasu! We’ll see if you can save Japan now. Once he comes back to life from that cop, I’ll be coming for yo
u!”
Yuki closed her eyes again, right around the same time a voice came out, “Yuki? Where are you?”
When Yuki opened her eyes again, they turned back to normal. She shook her head wildly as her name continued to be called. She slipped back inside and presented herself before the woman wanting her: Chisato Sagawa.
“Here I am!”
Chisato lied down on the bed, already drunk and high from alcohol and Yuki’s personal Pussy. Yuki stared at her as Chisato reached out her arm.
“Strip for me,” the Diamond Princess ordered. “I want to see all that beautiful skin you have.”
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