"You should at least remember the name of the person who's going to beat your face in y'know. It's Erold and don't you forget it!"
Erold threw another weak punch at me. How arrogant. How pitiful. I was going to make this guy's day a living hell. How dare he try to injure me while acting so rudely.
As another fist went toward my face for the fourth time, I grabbed his wrist from the side and slammed him into the hard wooden floor of the classroom.
*THUD*
"Wait! Wait! What the-"
I quickly put my hands on both sides of his head, stopping him mid-sentence, and then smashed his disgusting face straight into my knee. Blood oozed from his forehead and he seemed a bit out of touch, yet he was still somehow able to get up despite such a powerful blow.
"You bastard!!! I'm gonna kill you! I'm going to fucking kill you! Do you know who I am? Do you know who you're messing-"
While shouting at me with a look in his eyes that showed intense malice, I ducked and drilled my fist into his stomach and then proceeded to slam him into the wall behind him. I gripped his neck tightly almost to the point of suffocating him.
"Erold was it? Somehow you have the nerve to try to fight me. Do you know who I am? Nevermind, what a stupid question."
I let out a small laugh slamming him against the wall again. A small sadistic smile crept up on my normally bored face.
"If you knew, not even you would be stupid enough to face me."
I tightened my hold on him as he desperately gasped for air.
"Next time you try to face me, know that you will be dead. Remember that."
I let go of him as he slid to his knees and held his throat while coughing. Shoot, I'll probably be expelled at this rate. Damn.
I opened the door of the classroom and casually walked out while sighing.
Ahhh, at least I got to vent my anger out today. I'll probably go ask Jason if he wants to do something this afternoon. I need some way to relax after all this. This day has been such a pain.
It was currently the afternoon and I was all by myself. It turned out that Jason had gone out with his father on some father and son trip or something and I was all left alone. It's been almost a year since my last fight. I was planning to stay nonviolent here, but that Erold kid really pissed me off on the wrong day. Acting so entitled and haughty, I wish I could have at least gotten one more punch in, preferably to his ugly mull.
I didn't even injure him that badly so he should be okay for the most part. A minor concussion and maybe a stomach ache should be all that's left after a good 30 minutes.
As I was walking down the street with my hands in my pockets, I got an urge for caffeine.
I entered the nearest coffee shop I could see. I was tired and unusually drowsy today. I guess it turns out that even 16-year-old former Yakuza members need their daily dose of caffeine.
I looked to my right and saw my usual coffee place lying on the corner of the street, Birch Coffee. It was a modern and rustic shop with a nice and clean interior.
I opened the door with a slight push and was assaulted by the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. There's nothing better than a nice warm cup of coffee after a crappy day.
"Hello, welcome to Birch Coffee."
The barista greeted me with the usual smile. It was plastered and forced like all professions that included dealing with other people. However, you can't blame them, it's just merely their job. I guess I should at least be thankful for a smile at all.
I casually greeted her back and started to order.
"Hmm"
I always like to switch my orders up. Yesterday I ordered a normal cappuccino; however, today I felt a bit more adventurous.
"One black americano, no sugar or milk, please."
"Ok, please wait for one moment."
The barista left the cash register and started brewing the coffee.
Ahh, black coffee, used by losers all around the world to pose as a tough guy. They drink it and then forcefully swallow it in order to "cool". Truly a wasteful way to drink coffee.
"Ok, your total is $3.77."
I paid the total and quietly drank my coffee at the table that happened to be next to me. The Americano was bitter, but a nice bitter. It was coffee with nothing to obstruct the taste of pure beans and roast.
A shot of energy flowed through me as I drank up the remaining liquid.
As I was about the stand up and leave, my phone suddenly started to ring. The call was from an unknown member. I hesitantly answered it and a low menacing voice came on.
"Hajime Satoru correct? Come to the empty lot behind the abandoned building in North Welmer Street tonight."
North Welmer Street was in a part of Brooklyn that was known for criminal activity. What the heck did this guy want with me?
"Excuse me, but who is this? Why are you calling me? If you aren't going to answer my question, then I have no obligation to continue this conversation."
"This is an order from the boss. Apparently, you hurt his boy in school today, and we can't just go around letting our pride get tarnished like that. If you accept your beating peacefully, who knows? Maybe we'll go easy on you. *snicker* Ten o'clock behind the abandoned building, go there by yourself. If you don't, we, the Moranzzo will raid your house and continue to make your life a living hell."
And with a beep, the phone call was over. What the hell was that?! That Erold prick was the son of a small-time gang leader and they wanted to punish me for that "fight" I had with him? I didn't even leave a scratch on that runt compared to the numerous people I've stabbed, shot, or choked to death. He already got off laughably easy, and yet he still wants to get beat up more?
This situation amused me.
I thought about what to do and I decided. It was finally time to call in some of my comrades.
It was currently 9:53. Four mysterious black vans were driving down the road. It was completely silent except for the low hum of the cars and the occasional scurry from a squirrel. It was surprisingly peaceful. A so-called "calm before the storm" as some would say. As the jet black vans approached closer to their destination behind an abandoned building, the men inside started to load their weapons.
Ahhh, this was great. This brought me back to the time of street fights when I was little, except back then, the weapons were bats and knives while now, they were fully automatic assault rifles. Having relations with government officials comes in handy sometimes, who knew?
*screech*
A crumbling pink brick building could now be seen. The vans braked in front of the abandoned building. Already, around 10 American thugs could be seen just from the gap between buildings. There could be no telling how many were actually there.
Daiki, 32 years old, and on vacation in America, was currently the one with the second highest authority here as well as being a good friend of mine.
"Alright guys, let's take these guys out! Let's teach them a lesson for threatening our young boss here"
"""OOOOUUU"""
The men roared with excitement and pride as they started to take hold of their weapons.
As the doors opened, a total of 41 people started to assault the Moranzzo. Vollies of gunshots could be heard as well as ear-breaking screams.
Uzi's, AK's and handguns could be seen. Kicks and punches were thrown, but they were met by a hail of bullets. This wasn't a fight, it was a slaughter.
This may not be the best the Satoru's had to offer in terms of pure skill, but any of my people could easily wipe out a small American gang given the right circumstances. They all had experience with death and that showed in this scuffle that they were currently facing.
The fighting stopped as quickly as it had begun. The empty lot had become a field of blood and death, or rather, of the Moranzzo's blood and death. Not even a single drop of Satoru blood had been spilled. This was truly the spectacle to behold.
Then out of no where, I spotted movement from the corner of my eye.
*BANG*
A gun was shot, and what followed was an extreme pain in my chest.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH"
I screamed from the immense pain. My chest felt as if I a thousand fires were burning inside of it. As I looked down, a hole was in the place where my lung should have been. Blood was spilling out at a rate that would soon kill me.
"If I'm gonna die, I'm taking you with me!"
Erold looked at me eerily with an ungodly amount of blood on his face and a small handgun in his hand. His eyes were that of a lunatic and his face was that grotesque serial killer. He was soon filled by bullet holes.
"Young Boss! Young Boss!"
As I lay on the ground motionless, my comrades, no, my family stood over me. I could see tears endlessly flowing from their eyes.
"If I had only been a bit more attentive, Young Boss wouldn't have had to endure this."
Daiki had undeniably the most tears coming out of his eyes along with a runny nose. It seems that he was beating himself up for my own mistake.
"Daiki, it wasn't your fault. It was my own cowardice and ignorance that brought me to where I am now. What a pitiful end I have. To be killed by my own prey, it is my shame that you have to witness my end like this."
Everyone went silent.
My consciousness slowly started to fade. Black was starting to consume my vision, and it was getting hard even to think.
"Hah, so this is what it feels like to die. Daiki, tell Big Brother and Father that I died due to my own stupidity. The last thing I- *cough* want is for you to be punished for my failures."
Daiki still had a look of regret on his face along with the rest of the men covered in blood.
I looked up endlessly to the stars hanging over me. As I clung to the last of my consciousness, I let out my final words with a faint smile.
"I want to be buried with a bag of coffee beans. Do that for me, okay?"
"Yes, of course."
I smiled at Daiki one last time before the darkness took over.