One Hundred And Fifty-Five / Side Forty-Three – Izumi Kana and the Matsubato-kai yakuza
Kana sighed as she looked at the newly refurbished outbuilding that served as the new ho of Akio-kun and Shaeula. Chewing on her lip pensively she wondered whether to ring the doorbell, but decided against it. I’ve no reason to interrupt them, and they said they would be busy for the next few days…
Still, it was definitely annoying. After all, their new ho was fancier and had nicer stuff than her own ho at the shrine, which was clearly unfair as it was her family’s land to begin with! Even Marika-chan, their new guest, was living in relative luxury, as Akio-kun was buying her anything she wanted to make her feel at ho, no matter the cost. Touching her platinum hairclip, Kana sighed. Damn, he is really sweet to her. Maybe he likes younger girls? After all, Shaeula looks like she could be in middle school… but then… Once more she rembered Mori-san, and found herself frowning. I refuse to call her Mori-senpai in my mind… damn, she was really annoying…
In any case, Mori-san had a surprisingly adult charm, and if Kana was being honest, she was very beautiful. As pretty as I am. And I don’t say that lightly. Damn, it makes feel like I’m losing. All her life Kana had revelled in being the most beautiful girl around. Sure, it ca with troubles, like older guys hitting on her when she was out, and so jealous girls at school attempting to bully and sar her, but they were small prices to pay to know that she had value, was a winner in life. After all, it isn’t like I can boast about my wealth, is it?
The dark of the night was rather pretty, and from the top of the hill she could see the surrounding suburbs of Tokyo, their many lights glittering like the few stars she could see up above, and since it was relatively clear, in the distance the bright neon of Tokyo proper were lit up brilliantly. I just want to live a life I deserve, is that so wrong? She strolled over to the construction site, where various diggers and other heavy machinery were left out, covered with tarpaulins. A deep hole had been dug into the hillside, and various tal bars and concrete plugs had been inserted, forming the basis of a large underground basent.
“All that money spent on this… if only we’d have sold up… I don’t want to be a shrine maiden.” Kana mused, staring into the pit. I an, I’m not sure what I really want to do, but living at this dead-end shrine my whole life definitely isn’t it. Her thoughts going back to Shaeula and Mori-san, she pondered what Shaeula had told her, that she needed to have more value than just being beautiful. Ordinarily she would have shrugged it off as sour grapes, but it was hard to do when it was coming from Shaeula.
Still, Shaeula said that my abilities were worth honing. But… doesn’t that tie to the life of a shrine maiden? But then… Kana was so envious of the lifestyle Shaeula and Mori-san were leading on the back of Akio-kun’s achievents. Foreign trips, penthouse suites, eting the fabulously rich in flashy restaurants, it was everything she wanted. At least I guess when this facility is built… Kana had stolen a look at the plans, and it was going to have a gym, sauna, swimming pool… Sure, Akio-kun said it was going to be for training, but even so it’ll be really nice to have that right next to ho. Maybe I can even bring my friends, lord it over them… the thought made her giggle.
Maybe… maybe I need to change the way I think about things? After all, Mori-san was poor, apparently, even worse-off than Kana was. And yet now… It isn’t like I’m interested in Akio-kun. I an, sure he’s hot, and really rich, but he has Mori-san… and Shaeula too, apparently, the pervert. Still, I guess he is a good catch… Still, Kana had always thought she was going to find a man who would dote on her and treat her like a princess. Sharing her man would be a total no-go for her. But even so… he’s really generous, my hairclip proves that, and the way he treats his girls and Marika-chan. She had asked her father if she could ask Akio to buy so things for them as well, like a new tv or a nice computer, but he had shot her down, ranting at her for ten whole minutes about decorum and modesty. It was agony. Why couldn’t her father and grandfather be more flexible? Akio-kun was loaded yes, but they were doing him a favour in a way, letting him use their land. He’d reciprocate.
Anyway, where was I… ah, yes… Maybe being a shrine maiden did have a future, if she worked under Akio-kun. It sounded like it was hard work, from what Shaeula had told her, honing her skills, but if Mori-san could, there was no way she wouldn’t be able to. I don’t want a hard job, but… Akio-kun would reward his workers well. She had spoken to Watanabe-san, who had visited several tis to deal with construction issues, and now had an office in another outbuilding, and apparently Akio-kun was a very kind and generous boss. With my talent, I’d beco valuable to him for sure, and then I could have anything I wanted… and I don’t think his ambitions are restricted to just this shrine…
And on the bright side, that would also annoy Mori-san. Just thinking about her made Kana angry. She conceded that if she was in Mori-san’s position, she probably wouldn’t like her either, but still… There was no need to be so rude about it. I do have more to than my looks. I do have value. Besides, us beautiful girls should stick together… Feeling frustrated and a bit bored, Kana shook her head. Maybe I’ll go play with Marika-chan for a bit. At least it’s sothing to do…
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“You sure about this, Akira-kyodai?” one of his little brothers in yakuza, or shatei, asked nervously. He was wearing a hockey-mask to hide his face, and carrying a baseball bat, one of the aluminium ones. “This seems a bit of a departure from normal business right? The police are going to be all over this…”
Several other shatei agreed with him, likewise masked up and ard, with knives, machetes, katana, baseball bats and more. Looking at his brothers, Akira could feel the weight of the pistol he carried in his pocket, seeming almost icy against his flesh. Guns were rare indeed in Japan, and even the yakuza seldom used them except in the most heated of turf disputes. But this mission was special.
“Maybe so, but this is for Kazuo-bro, right? He’s been a friend to the Matsubato-kai for years. And so bastards have done him over real good. He could have died! You think our honour can let that slide? Hell no!” Kazuo-bro had been employing mbers of their gang for a long ti, and not only that, if the heat was on and mbers needed places to lie low, he would always hide them in his hotels, even shipping them out to his property in Osaka if the police threat was really bad.
“Think how many of us would be in jail right now if not for his help. Besides… he’s paying as well, no, better than always. We pull this off and a hundred million is going into our coffers. Which ans a good bonus for everyone! Sure we may have to lay low for a while, but Kazuo-bro can put us up again and keep us in booze and won. It’ll be a holiday, and not the usual prison kind!”
“Yeah, that’s true.” A huge brute of a man said, a large tallic cannister slung over his shoulder. “Still, I don’t get why you said to bring all this stuff…”
“Well, I figured we could really wreck the place.” Akira chuckled. “Make an example of them, so that people will think twice before crossing the Matsubato-kai. Besides, I like a good fire, don’t you?” Nothing beats burning down places that refuse to pay us the respect we deserve. Besides, this isn’t really claid territory, no other yakuza seems to care about this part of Tokyo. “And also it’ll make the police wonder just what happened here. Makes it easier for those two bastards to… disappear… in the confusion. Damn, if the girl is as hot as Kazuo-bro says, I hope he’ll let us have a turn before we have to get rid of her.”
At that vulgar laughter and comnts were shared, and Akira started feeling more at ease. Relax, we’ve done this sort of thing before. Sure, the stakes are high, apparently the guy is a good fighter, but… his hand went to his pocket, feeling the cool tal of the pistol. I don’t care how good he is at martial arts, fists won’t beat bullets…
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“Akio, you seem restless.” Shaeula comnted. “Is there sothing wrong? You can tell-tell .”
“I don’t know if sothing is… wrong…” I answered, finishing up crafting another useful weapon. My muscles still ached from the training I had undergone with Ulfuric, who was frankly appalled at how I handled the spear, which had hurt my feelings a bit, as I thought I was making solid progress. He had told that the spear was a good weapon for , but that I should learn the sword as well. Ugh, I’ll have almost no free ti if my training regin keeps increasing. “… it’s just… I can’t help but feel sothing really bad is going to happen soon.”
“Hmm, do you think that banshee-witch will attack?” Shaeula pondered. In the several astral days we had spent in the Boundary recovering our elental essence, rebuilding our destroyed gear and training, there had been no major attacks. A few ghostly orcs had probed us, but were quickly killed. Which was worrying in itself of course. We need to finish this soon, before she rebuilds all their strength, or that piece of shit recovers… “Or is it to do with the ssages you received from that-that entertaining female?”
I don’t see how, but it was rather strange… I had popped back to the Material several tis to make sure Karen-chan had everything she needed, as well as do a few miscellaneous tasks, and on my return I had discovered Aliyah had texted , saying that she wanted to exchange information she had received on Territories and Aether. Strange, but considering that they took away that bastard from the casino… I needed to think about it, so I sent her back a fairly non-committal response, and received a reply that she would love to arrange a eting, and was prepared to even fly to Japan for it. What to do, what to do? I am curious about her information, and the more I know the better, but getting involved with foreign agents reeked of a bad idea… In the end I had simply not replied, putting everything on hold for now.
“I don’t know… it’s just a feeling I’m getting. Foresight at work probably. But… it feels more imdiate than that. Damn, I really do feel off-colour.”
“Perhaps you should take-take a break then.” Shaeula patted my head gently. “Master Ulfuric has been working you hard, has he not-not? A little rest might do you good. I can hold down our Territory safely.”
You are always thinking of . I smiled at her in return and we kissed, Shaeula finding any excuse to do that recently. Not that I was complaining, of course. “Yeah, I think I’m going to head back and have a few beers. Are you sure you don’t want to co?”
“It is tempting indeed.” Shaeula admitted. “But I wish-wish to continue to work on my abilities. I feel that my understanding of the fla is growing after our last battle, and fire is what we need most of all right now, is it not-not?”
“Yeah, against those ghosts it’s the only real way we have of defeating them right now. All right then, I won’t be gone long, I promise.”
“Take as long-long as you need.” She waved off. “Just rember to reward when you return.”
With that I returned to the Material, my soul screaming at that danger was upon us, despite there being no indication of it anywhere. Opening my eyes I stared at the still, motionless Material form of Shaeula next to on the bed. It was still weird waking up next to her corpse-like form, and I still had questions about how the Material/Astral bodies worked in tandem, but research on that would have to wait.
Leaving the room I moved to the fridge in the kitchen, opening it up to find so beer. Cracking the ring pull I took a swig. Damn, I can’t calm down. I still feel like sothing terrible is about to happen imminently… huh? Who’s that?
My abnormally sharp senses picked up on heavy footsteps outside, which was strange at this hour, as all the construction workers would be long finished, as even though I was tempted, if we had them working at night the noise would be unbearable for the neighbours. I suppose it could be Izumi-san, but… no… straining my ears I could hear multiple voices, and none of them seed to be ones I recognised. The sound of breaking glass could be heard, and then our door opened, footsteps sounding on the wooden floor, boots scraping loudly.
Yeah, clearly not Izumi-san. This is bad… my practice spear was in the bedroom, and I was currently unard. Wait, I’m in a kitchen… grabbing a knife and a heavy pestle as a club, I opened the door gently, and could finally hear the voices clearly.
“Spread out and find those bastards. If we are the ones to catch them we’ll get a bonus. Hopefully they aren’t in the main shrine.”
“I want to catch the girl first, if you know what I an..” one scoffed, tone vile.
“You know we have to leave her be so Kazuo can have his fun.” Another warned, and at that na I finally realised what was going on. Fuck, no wonder I have a bad feeling… Karen-chan had quickly discovered so information for , which I had picked up earlier this afternoon. It seed like Kondou Kazuo was the opponent we were fighting in the Boundary. He ran a chain of budget hotels, and was apparently rather wealthy. One of them was pretty much in the middle of the Territory, and on finding a picture it matched. I had considered reporting him to the police anonymously since I was aware of his cris, but without evidence… Damn, why hadn’t I considered that wars between Astral Emperor-candidates could and would spill over to the Material, with the rich and connected having a massive advantage? After my fight with the bastard in Las Vegas, I should have realised it.
“Co on, keep it quiet bro.” another said, aning there was at least four of them. From the footsteps as they went into the other rooms it was probably more. “If we can catch them sleeping all the better. Or maybe they’ll be fucking!”
“Oh shut it…”
So now what? This is bad, Shaeula is helpless, and oh fuck… they said ‘if we are the ones’ which ans there’s more of them out there. Marika-chan, Kana-chan, her family… they are all in danger. All right, no ti for hesitation…
Opening the door I burst into the corridor, coming face-to-face with a suited thug carrying a katana, wearing a balaclava. There was a second behind him carrying a baseball bat. On seeing his eyes went wide and he made to call out, only for to cross the corridor so quickly the floorboards cracked under the strain. My elbow took him hand in the base of the ribs and he let out a pained squeal, vomiting. As he fell I slamd my foot down into his head, feeling bone crack. I don’t think that’ll kill him, but I’m taking no chances, not when lives are at stake.
The second heard the commotion and turned, and at catching sight of and his fallen comrade he let out a yell. “He’s here, it’s…” before I cut off his words by slamming the heavy pestle into his face so hard it cracked, shattering his nose, cheekbone and jaw. He went down, teeth scattering, and I stamped on his wrist, breaking it. bending down to grab the baseball bat I gave him a swift blow to both ankles, breaking them painfully, leaving him shrieking and wailing, but unable to cause trouble.
“Lou… argh! Bathtard! Yu’ll die fu thith…” he slurred, his words hard to understand.
“No, the only ones who are courting death are you.” my answer was as cold as the grave itself. “Stay there and when I’ve dealt with your friends I might have ti to call you an ambulance before you bleed out.”
Five more yakuza burst out from various rooms, and on seeing the state of their fallen comrades they were enraged. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this!” one said, pulling out a pistol and pointing it at . He then collapsed as I threw the baseball bat like a javelin and it slamd into his guts with the crunch of breaking bone. I then threw the kitchen knife, taking the one behind him the shoulder.
“You haven’t got shit.” I cursed, charging. The front runner, a guy in a virulent yellow shirt and snakeskin-patterned trousers, staggered back, nearly dropping his machete as the knife pierced him, still, he managed to take a swing at in desperation, but I ducked to the side so it only grazed , drawing a little blood. My knee hit him right in the groin, and I felt things rupture. As he went down I struck a knife hand to his throat, and he fell, choking and gasping for air. Even as he went down though I had to ward off a blow from another bat with my arm, and I felt pain from the impact. Shit, there’s not enough room to dodge here. A knife flickered at , narrowly missing my eye, and I retaliated with a headbutt, smashing the bat-wielder unconscious, giving his weapon as a reward.
“We’ve found the guy, Akira-kyodai!” the one at the back was shouting into the phone. “He’s putting up one hell of a fight. It’s like… ugh!” I silenced him by shattering the phone (and his hand) with a swing of the bat, before fracturing one of his kneecaps with a well-placed kick, though since I wasn’t wearing shoes my toes took a beating.
“Got you, fucker!” the knifeman declared, and I felt the blade catch bone as he tore a thin gash into my flesh along my ribcage. “Huh? That should have done more damage. What the fuck are you made of?”
What indeed? Still, such injuries were minor compared to what I’d suffered against Shaeraggo. As blows landed on , I noticed they seed less serious than they should have been, even considering my high attributes. In response my elbow knocked him out, cracking his skull, and the last standing opponent had frozen in panic at the violence I had dished out and the mighty presence I was giving off. He rely watched, numb, as I scooped up a fallen bat and swung it, the end connecting with a aty thud, followed monts later by his body hitting the ground hard.
“Going sowhere?” I asked the one who had made the phone call, who was trying to crawl away, sobbing. Grabbing him by the collar I hoisted him up, staring into his fear-filled eyes intensely. “I think you might want to talk, or…” he let out a sob as the knife that was still stained with my blood flew up into my hands, seemingly by magic, a faint green glow almost invisible to the eyes lingering. “… well, you seem to be yakuza right, you know how this goes…”
Threaten those I have under my protection, will you? I need to make this quick, I can’t rush out blind. But damn, I’m worried… what if the worst has happened…
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“I’m scared, Izumi-senpai.” Marika-chan sobbed, clutching her tightly. In reply Kana could only try and show her good side to the younger girl, but inside she was terrified too. What is going on? There’s shouting and fire and smoke… my mother quickly bundled us into this little alcove hidden in the back of the shrine, but even now…
Well, maybe sotis prayers are answered after all… she thought, legs going out from under her. As she fell her bladder gave way, soiling her clothes and the floor below, but she didn’t care at all. I’m sorry… if you can save us, I’ll bow my head and apologise and believe Shaeula when she says you are the best…
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On seeing Kana-chan collapse and piss herself, I dragged myself off of the unconscious thug I had just beaten within an inch of his life. My knuckles were raw and bleeding, just one among many injuries I had suffered. Still, that ant nothing compared to the furious rage I was feeling, and the relief at seeing that Kana-chan appeared unhard.
“it’s him!” one man cried, waving a bat. “What the hell is Akira-kyodai doing letting him slip by? I bet he is playing with that pretty girl… ugh… agh…” the man clutched at his neck as blood started gushing from it. Shut up, fucker.
I had unleashed a fine blade of wind, cutting just shallowly enough that his life wouldn’t be in danger if the bastard staunched the wound imdiately. That was the only kindness I was prepared to give. My anger was burning hot, and this was only stoking it further. As everyone else was stunned, seemingly unaware of how that happened, I used the ti to rush to Kana-chan, scoop her up and carry her past the frozen yakuza, back to the main chamber of the shrine.
“Kana, you’re safe!” her mother cried, seeing her in my arms.
“Is everyone else all right?” I was concerned as they looked like they had been beaten, and Marika-san was lying unconscious in the corner.
“Yes, we’ll live. But what is going on…” before Daichi-san could finish, I tore the bindings holding them with brute strength, setting them free, and handed over the limp Kana-chan.
“Later. First I have to finish this.” I turned back to the yakuza who were rushing in now that the surprise had faded.
“He has a gun, be careful…” Kana-chan gasped.
“I know. I’ve already been shot enough.” I made a joke to try and lower the tension. “Kana-chan, I’m sorry this happened. And when this is over… if you and your family want to cancel our alliance I’ll understand. I’ll do anything to make it right. But for now… I assure you, no further harm will co to any of you!”
Even as I finished up speaking I was moving, and with a savage kick I shattered the knee of the first assailant, before tossing him over my shoulder and stomping down on this hip, feeling bones break underneath. Channelling wind I snatched up the tal rod he was wielding and used it as a harpoon, impaling a second through the shoulder. As that one fell I caught a swung katana with my palms, in the traditional blade-catching technique.
“The fuck?” the puzzled yakuza said, muscles straining as blood flowed along the blade.
Yeah, no way you can do that without getting cut. Shit that hurts a bit… Flexing my muscles I shattered the tal, driving my knee into the idiot holding just a hilt.
“Back the fuck up or I’ll shoot!” the pervert with the gun ordered, and I rely gave him a look, cold enough to chill his blood. “You asked for it then!” he barked, squeezing the trigger.
I grabbed the nearest enemy and spun him into the path of the bullet, only making it in ti as I reacted when his muscles tensed, showing he was about to fire. The yakuza fell, blood gouting, and I used the distraction to surge forwards. He fired again, bullet racing past my cheek to blast a hole in one wall, before I seized his arm, snapping it cruelly. My foot smashed into his groin, rupturing his balls, and then I finished him with a straight right, breaking his cheek and fracturing his skull.
“I would offer you surrender…” I said to the remaining three enemies, who had lost the will to fight at seeing the brutal savagery I was dishing out, as well as the oppressive League I was radiating, fogging their minds and lowering their reactions. “But you know what? I don’t trust you all not to do sothing stupid…” with that screams filled the air as I made sure to render them harmless, with extre and brutal efficiency…
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Kana didn’t look away as big bro dismantled the remaining yakuza, ignoring their pleas for rcy and cries of pain. Relief was hamring in her chest like never before, and as her mother pulled her to her chest, sobbing, Kana looked at the pervert who was going to… he was going to rape , wasn’t he… I hope you rot in hell…
She had let out an involuntary cheer as she saw big bro kick the bastard where it hurt. Hopefully his parts are ruined. I’m tempted to go and kick him so myself. If I could walk… her legs were still useless, the fear having rendered her immobile. Plus of course she had… oh hell, he’s covered in my pee. I don’t think I can look him in the eyes again… still, if you think about it, this seems to be all his fault… yeah, an accident like that doesn’t matter in the face of this. Besides, any man should be happy to have a pretty girl pee on him, right? Oh kami, I can barely keep my thoughts straight. Is it over… is it? In the distance she could hear the wailing of sirens, probably fire engines, responding to the flas, she hoped.
As Akio-kun finished off the last of the frightening yakuza, he tossed her grandfather a phone. “Call the police and so ambulances. We’ll need a ton as there are more out there.”
Nodding, her grandfather started to call ergency services, while big bro staggered over to check on Marika-chan. He looks in terrible shape… exhausted too. “Marika-san, are you all right? Wake up!” he patted her face gently, and she groaned, eyelids fluttering, until they snapped open, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as she gasped in fear.
“Help , soone… uwwwwwwwah!” she cried as she saw the ghastly bloodstained visage of big bro. It took her a little while and so calming from him to make her realise she was safe. When she finally understood big bro had saved her, she clung to him, crying.
Kana’s expression twisted, sourly, feeling a tinge of pain in her chest. I get it, I do. I want to cling to soone now, to feel I’m safe, but with all these wounded scum around, and the place on fire… “So, what is going on here? It’s like a warzone. They had guns!” she complained. “I an, I’m grateful you ca to save , I really am. If you hadn’t, soon I’d be…” she swallowed that down, not wanting to think about it. “…but yeah, they were looking for you and Shaeula, right? So isn’t this your fault?”
“Pretty much, though it isn’t like I invited this, though I’m not going to shirk my responsibly.” He said, handing off the recovering Marika-chan to Kana’s father. “I’m going to bring Shaeula back from the Boundary, it’d be problematic if she wasn’t awake when the police arrive. Then I’ll do sothing about your injuries.” He eyed her bruised and bleeding family, expression shad and mournful, which didn’t suit him.
Damn, now I feel bad. He did save us, and he’s hurt pretty badly himself… “Uhh, I didn’t an… uhm, seriously, don’t listen to right now. I don’t know what I’m saying. Just… yeah, go get Shaeula. I’ll wait here for you big bro. and uh… sorry for making a ss.”
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