Shibuya was infamous for its wild and impulsive night nature, where all of Japan's top syndicate groups gathered to relieve their lonely selves. Amid the chaos, the center of Shibuya was the all-in-country-well-known Akiyama's Night Club. Tokyo's most untamed market for illegal drug and firearm trading.
Japan was, and honestly, has always been, a lawless, disordered mess underneath all of its attempts to appear united. The world itself was masked by layers upon layers of lies to hide itself from the corruption and control that crime organizations leveraged. Below the surface of the law and justice system that the government established for "regular civilians" was a messed up society of crime syndicates and monstrous bastards manipulating night lives. Just like the government, this society has a hierarchy, and naturally, a leader who withholds the power to harmonize all the "low lives" together, and is referred to as The Ruler of Night.
The name of this ruler and his men can shake fear into any man who walks on the night street of Tokyo and all of Japan. This is the man who's currently leading the largest crime syndicate group in Japan and the top 50 in the world. The Akiyama's Group Leader is known for his unpredictably vindictive and cruel nature, a man who knew no love and had no heart. One that has the power to destroy just about anything he pleases with a snap. He is THE fear upon Akiyama Akira.
"That's how they described me??" The man raised one of his eyebrows in stupor confusion.
"Well, apparently," Katsumi chuckled, "they're not wrong though, lol," and dropped himself onto the large purple couch.
"They were soft with the description there." Even Katsuya agreed.
"Hah?" Akira groaned. He rested his head against the sofa, contemplating if he was really that barbaric. After all, they did "save" Japan.
Before the Akiyama group, the entirety of Japan was an insane mess that airlines had to shut down to prevent tourists and visitors due to the tremendous bloodshed and assault that swarmed the streets. The government couldn't take care of it, pointing fingers here and there without truly comprehending the truth of anything.
The truth that these bastards were overflowing the cities, the truth that the police were beyond corrupted, the truth that the country needed a whole new system, a leader, someone who could bring these mindless low-lives together, to find a ground, a balance for both worlds to co-exist.
The world was a mess, and everyone was dying. Orphanages crowded with new parentless children. They were, at one point, treated like farm animals due to the lack of space and corruption that bustled around. Both Akira and the Kimura brothers met the same fate, they were congested out of their orphanage and ended up roaming the dirty streets of Shibuya for months before, upon many coincidences, striking across each other and ending up becoming entangled for lives.
They swore to be brothers and to restore the peace of Japan to the best of their ability. Long story short, the lore of how the Akiyama group came to be was one of those heart-wrenching inspirational sob stories that we've all come across. These bastards were legends, beloved yet also extremely hated mythical "heroes" that "healed" Japan and made it what it is today.
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Katsumi: "No but Kira, ya should start hookin' up with sum bitches, before you gonna make them call us a bunch of rascal fuckin' each other."
Akira: "Katsumi, Jesus, mind the damn language."
Katsuya: "One girl bitch you off, and now you gonna call 'em all bitches? That's pathetic as fuck."
"OI!-" Before Katsumi could fight back, he was cut off.
"And also, who's all of us," Akira stood up and wrapped his arm around Katsuya's shoulders, "our lovely brother here's getting on the aisle soon, ain't he?"
"You all mfkers just bullyin me!" He rustled his hair in frustration, "and even god can't make me believe Kazu's gettin' married before any of us."
"For the record, this bastard's only marrying cuz he got the girl pregnant," Akira shrugged, "That shit scared the hell outta me, ugh." He shook his head at the thought of being a father.
"Nah, I loved her." Katsuya spelled it out; their love was no accident. Well, the child was, but he was not about to just sleep with any woman, "the kid's name's gonna be Kiryu."
"Kimura Kiryu, huh?" Katsumi chugged down the shot of vodka, "that's nice."
Akira: "We'd be uncles then. Look how time flies"
"Ah, and none of y'all are meeting him." Katsuya sat himself down.
"Huh?"
"What?"
They both looked confused, "what do you mean by that?"
"I want my kids to have a normal life." He glanced down, "This shit is fucked up. I don't want my kids anywhere near it."
Silence weighed the space for a moment.
"Well, he's got a point." Katsumi sighed.
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Outside the bustling Akiyama nightclub lined a few expensive-looking limousines. As the Akiyama trio exits the bar, groups of men in black suits fringe the entrance with their bodies bended down, showing respect to the leaders.
"Well then, I still have some business in Asakusa to settle, gonna go~" Katsumi, with that usual cocky facial expression, waved.
As he approached one of the limousines, a man in a suit opened the car's door, keeping his head low while his superior stepped in.
"What's even there to care in that deserted district, just leave it to one of the overseers." Katsuya rolled his eyes. "Oi." He noticed how spaced out Akira had been since just now, "what's up? Ya mad about not getting to see your future nephew or sum?"
"…" Akira let out a long sigh, "Nah, I just want everyone safe." He looked at Katsuya, "You should go back to Emi, imma head back to the headquarters." Akira gave his brother a few pats on the back before dashing off.
"What an unpredictable asshole."
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Inside the luxurious car sat the man of power. A sense of helplessness swelled over him, over the fact that none of them might ever have a normal life. He is the authority; he have all the power in the world, yet it feels as if he can't do anything. The three of them survived long enough to understand this fucked up world of syndicates. Battles on the daily, especially when you're on top. Assassins and threats are after them every breathing second, praying for their downfall as they fight to maintain the peace of Japan.
"Hah…" he once again let out his third long sigh for the day, "Kiryu huh..?" Palm sheathing his pathetic eyes, how are they going to protect these new lives? Even though Katsuya never said it out loud, they all knew how afraid he was, putting his very own child at threat. Furthermore, they all grew up being orphans, they knew what it was like to leave their children behind, what if they all end up dead-
His thoughts were disrupted by what seemed to be a gleam of unexpected light.
*BANG!* a huge collision recoiled mid of an empty road. "Ugh…." Streams of blood dripped down the side of his face; he can feel the safety cushion from both sides, alleviating the crazy crash. He can hear ringings and feel the wetness of blood overflowing the vehicles, as well as shards of glass piercing his calf. "Fuck…" the man groaned as he used all his strength to press the emergency button on his smartwatch.
Man 1: "Is he still alive?" Akira can hear the distance conversation outside the crushed vehicle.
Man 2: "well, you better fuckin check before the boss blew both our brains off"
The sound of them pulling the collapsed door and ripping the safety bag away echoed.
Man 1: fuck! All these glass and blood, it's all dark, can't see if he's dead or not.
Man 2: you stupid? Pull him the fuck out, then!
"Ugh," one of the men groaned heavily as he pulled the blooded body out of the car, half way pulling *thud!* a harsh punch landed across his face, throwing him onto the ground. Still limping, Akira use the crushed car as support to keep himself standing.
He reached into his back pocket, wanting to pull out a gun, but just then, a bullet landed right on his left shoulder. "AGH!" He growled in pain, dropping onto the ground entirely, "MOTHERFUCKING HELL!!" A deranged smile crept onto his face, "I…haven't chewed on a bullet in so long…" Barely breathing, he grunted, "Haha…you piece of dog shit you are so fucking dead…"
Man 2: S-SHUT UP! *BANG!* the man fired another load at Akira, landing it right below his chest a little. He could tell that the dog was aiming for his heart.
"UGh-" getting used to the pain, this time Akira made less noise, "you bastard…" He tried to stand up once more, clenching his muscles, and breathing deeply to slow down the blood loss.
"FBI HANDS UP!" It was an airy voice coming from behind the shooters, she was pointing a gun directly at the back of their heads.
Akira raised his battled head to get a sight of this person. That was an unexpected voice, and to his surprise, or not, it seemed to be a female police officer. Now that's interesting. He felt slightly amused. No police ever cross the night street, let alone THIS night street, where all fucks in the country gathered. And a lady at that?
"I REPEAT! HANDS UP, DROP THE GUN." The police officer loaded her gun loudly.
Before anyone could move an inch extra, the insanely ear-disrupting sound of machine guns busted through the street. The bustling noise of cars and motorcycles rushed in their direction. As the street brightened up from the light of all the approaching vehicles, Akira's spine-shaking, ear-to-ear grin became more visible, "haha..".
The two men felt their souls leaving their bodies, the screams of the Akiyama's death alarm was getting closer. They dropped everything and make an attempt to run for their lives.
"STOP! I SAID FREEZE!" *BANG!* The police officer shot into the sky, she tried to send out a warning. It did not work.
Well tbh, she clearly didn't have the gut to shoot anyone. For scums of the syndicate world, sensing bloodlust was the first skill they acquired to survive.
Once again, Akira could not understand what is this unfitting lady doing here.
"Might I must say, police are especially useless here you see." Akira mocked with a smirk, "You think its the gun that they fear? We eat bullets for breakfast, missy."
"…" her silence was loud. Lips parted, hands shaky, of course, she knew that much.
In the meantime, the two assaulters could not have run anywhere with the cars and motorcycles rounding them up, blocking either end of the street. Machine gunning got louder.
"AH FUCK NO! NO PLEASE!" they dropped to the ground and began to wail.
*VRROOOOMM* *SQQUEEAKKKS* Katsuya stepped down from the smoking motorcycle, "Oi Kira you alright there?" He yanked off the bulky helmet.
*SQUEAAAAKSSS* all other vehicles arrived. Hundreds of men in suits rushed down, forming a circle around the whole scene with their guns pointing at everyone within the circle, except their injured ruler.
"Only two??? LMFAO which coward sent these amateurs' asses after you Kira HAHAHA that's hella humiliating!!" Katsumi strolled toward the bleeding man.
"Shut it Tsumi." Akira chuckled, finding it just as hilarious.
"Pftt ya okay brother?" Tsumi tried to provide support for Akira to stand up straight.
As Akira drooped half of his body weight onto Katsumi, "yea sure am…" He responded with an amused tone of voice. He quickly ran his arm to the back pocket and pulled out a classic loaded pistol and knife, "hahaha…" still with that deranged chuckles, Akira limped himself up, towards the man who just shot him, "but they will probably not."
"NO NO NO PLEASE PLEASE-"
*BANG BANG!* two bullets land straight onto both shoulders, "AHHHHHHH!" The man squirmed on the ground in pain, Akira sat himself onto the the guy's body.
"Ahh shit, here we go again." Katsumi smirked and leaned back onto the car behind, displaying a relaxed posture.
"They had it coming." Katsuya sighed, crossing his arms then turned away.
"Haha.." Pulling out the knife, Akira sent a painful stab onto the fingers of his attacker.
"AHHHHH AHHHHHH AGHHHHHHH"
The police officer's eyes widen in disbelief, she let out a soft gasp.
"Did you know…?" Still smiling, Akira continued, "The fingertips and forehead are the most sensitive to pain…." He pulled out another knife from his back pocket.
"AHHHH! AHHHHHHHH AHH PLEASE NO IM BEGGIN PLEASE-" The man seemed to be in so much pain he started coughing vomits.
"Hahaha, too bad, I am one petty man you see-" Before he could land another stab *clack* the police lady dropped her gun and a heavy force pushed Akira down the ground.
"YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM" she leaped, pinning the deranged man against the cold concrete.
*clack clack clack* all the machine guns surrounding them loaded up, aiming directly at her. Akira softly signals for them to pause.
Right on top of him right now is a lady, who had the gut to push him. He could just kill her, like right now.
He can finally see her face. It was too dim to see anything from a distance. Well, he must say, that is the face of someone who does not belong to the night streets.
Dark brown hazelnut hair neatly bun to the back of her head, she had snow white bright skin and sparkly brown eyes. That pair of eyes though, widened in fear and confusion, he wondered if they were sparkling from her tears.
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"So, are you going to get off me or?" Akira whispers gasped her back to life.
"Ah um." She pushed herself off him, hands clenched onto her own clothes as she prayed to god that the Akiyamas would not torture her to death.
Considering her demeanours, Akira could easily figured that she must be a brand new cop.
Katsuya walked over to help the leader stand up while the other underlings rushed towards him with an aid kit to patch up the wounds, "welp that just kinda ruined my mood." Akira sighed.
"Is that police bitch new to this or what" Katsumi was annoyed.
The police should know their place to not meddle into the affairs of syndicates.
"Mind your language Katsumi" Akira stretched, "Call the Miyazakis and contact the Hirais to take that lady home. She shouldn't be here."
"Okay okay, tsk." A groan of disappointment.
Hearing this, the lady was relieved. She guess they aren't as cold blooded as the rumours made it out to be? Though, he did technically just tortured someone gruesomely. Ah, What a mess. The underworld was hard to understand. They are all so unpredictable.
"Haven't the Handas been doing their jobs lately." Katsuya mumbled, carrying Akira to one of the car. "This shit shouldn't have happened, tch."
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Time skip. Perhaps a month after.
Up on one of the large estate building, on one of the highest levelled room sat two men around an expensive couch.
*sizzles* Katsumi light up a cigarette to relieve some of the internal tension.
"If you're gonna be a lazy asshole then piss off." Katsuya flipped to the next page of the report, "and don't smoke in my room you idiot."
"Not like I want to or anythin'," Katsumi stomped his foot, "Aish! Shits so fucking stressful here doncha see? Kira's recoverin', all these work pile on my fuckin' plate, Im goin insane here!"
"Don't get grumpy with me, the Handas and Nishis were in your care. They failed to accomplish their job properly thats why we're in this mess." Katsuya glared up at his overwhelmed brother, "ya better discipline them properly Tsumi."
"Tch don't just put that all on me!!" he rolled his eyes.
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The darkness of night began to sheath the sky, civilians have all returned to their nest as the monsters of the dark lurked Japan's road. Akira, in a comfortable Kimono, strolled down the active night street with a about 20 of his men surrounding and a bulletproof umbrella over his head, his hands were stuffed into the large hanging kimono sleeves a he calmly walked.
He was observing all the dogs giving into their nature, allowing impulsivity to take over. Violence, alcohol, drug, nudity, and all sorts of crime washed the path. They were aggressive creatures who lack understanding and self control, they woke up at night and became their active selves.
Civilians rarely appear after sunset. The Akiyama group kept it lowkey within a territory and stopped these bastards from disturbing anyone who doesn't belong to their the society.
The syndicate world was a cruel place, but they have their own rules. Defying them shall lead to punishments from the Akiyama group feared by all. Top organisations like the Akiyama groups are the law, they are justice, they are the order of the underground.
"I SAY STOP IT!!!!" Akira's footsteps paused at the familiar voice. This time though however, it definitely sounded more desperate. His eyes glanced towards the dark valley where the scream came from.
Man 1: "Sh sh shh, be a good girl, stop fighting~"
Man 2: "man make it quick, this bitch is strong!"
Man 3: "one police officer she is after all, hurry up!!! My turn next HAHAHHA!"
R*pe. R*ping was one of the biggest "crime" in the underground. Females here are usually negligent with their bodies and especially cheap. There's no need to force anyone into dirty shit as such, not to say doing so with a civilian.
"…" Akira pulled up his kimono sleeves up, his palm spread out, waiting for something. One of his man landed a pistol into his hand. He paced into the alleyway.
Dark shadow approaches, the men turned their head back *bang bang bang!* to only have their skull pierced through with lead.
*thud* dropped dead onto the ground just like that.
It was expectedly the female officer from last time, of course he recognised her. They did had the Handas looked her up, and it was confirmed that she was clean.
He would be lying to say that seeing her in this state did not irritate him at all. It was definitely not his first time seeing a half naked lady, though he felt especially unpleasant in this situation.
Akira removed off his scarf and wrapped it around her flimsy body, still feeling the ache of bullets deep within his skin as he moved.
"Y-you killed them…" She could not even blink.
"Thats how it work here." Akira shrugged and tossed the gun back to his man.
"But…you didn't have to kill them- we could've just-" She didn't get it, why, why everybody kept dying here, "violence..."
Akira squatted down, gaping deep into her eyes, "You're one of those "daylight" police."
Those who were made just "for the show", in other words, useless performers, invented just to provide false comfort.
"…" She looked away.
"You, don't belong here, and you have no business being here at these kinda time. This is my territory, so pissed off my land before you disrupt the balance." His words were like ice, dripping cold, but also immensely terrifying.
Akira stood up about to leave.
"My-"
He paused.
"My father, was working shifts here, a few years back." Her breath got shaky, trying to continue, "He never let me knew why or what,,,but one night, he…he never came back."
"…"
"I know the police is in no position of power,,,but I didn't have any other choice I-"
"Why are you telling me this."
"You…asked me to leave...." ... "I can't…I have to get my dad back."
He revolved around, his hand lifted her chin up, "Name?"
"what?"
"Your dad's name?"
"…Daiki" she paused,"it's I-Ikeda Daiki."
"Hirai, look it up." He ordered.
Hirai, the assistant standing behind him this whole time, swiped back and forth on the portable tablet before swiftly showing it to his superior.
"Go home missy. Your father's dead." The coldness in his eyes gave the lady shudders.
"Eh?…." Silence showered the space for a moment, "B-but why? What happened? Why didn't I know?"
"Look, here we have our own "law", your father broke it so whoever he was working for killed him, and whoever got killed here, 'stay' here and just here. Simple as that." Akira sighed, "and if you don't leave soon, its going to be the same for you." Once again, he got up, about to leave.
"D-" she clenched onto his kimono, "Wait."....."please."
He can see it. He can see the hope and light leaving her eyes, tears soaked them sparkling orbs . She wasn't even crying just now.
Ah he guessed he must have dropped one heavy bomb on her. People died here so casually, and these dogs here adapted quite well, nobody really care when someone's dead. He forgot what it was like.
Those fingers of hers are gripping tighter onto his kimono every seconds.
"You do realise, you are begging a criminal right?" Akira laughed.
"…" her lips parted, but she had no idea what to say. Values, identity, and even reason to live, she felt like her whole world was collapsing. Whats to even say anymore?
Thoughts and emotions clogged her system. She just didn't want to be alone at that moment. She felt like, if she was left alone for just one second, her heart might just stopped beating. She would die.
"What do you need?" Akira should have left long ago by now, he didn't understand why he was sticking around either, "if you don't speak up-"
"Can you…" She drooped her head low, "Stay with me…" her voice broke. Some how, he was just comforting to her right now. Even though he was a killer, a criminal, an evil man. She knew that, logically, yet…she have nobody else. At this moment. She had lost everything.
The head of the Hirai could not bear the irritation anymore and had to voice up, "Excuse me mam, but I do hope you understand who you are speaking to-"
"okay."
Eh?
Everyone was stunned.
"But not in this muddy valley with three dead rats layin' around."
"Give me your hand." She unconsciously grabbed onto his hand and lifted herself up. Head still stooped so low she couldn't see anything.
"Your name?"
"Hi..mari"
"Then miss Mari, I am not going to "stay with you", but you can stay by my side ." With her hand resting on his palm, he gazed down at the delicate figure. Rustled up hair covering her feminine profile, messed up police uniform with his scarf wrapped around. Hasty breathing and teary eyes.
"I'll be in your care...Akiyama-san."
"So you do know who I am after all." He intertwined their hands as they continued to stroll down the aggressive streets of Shibuya.
"…everyone, does, I think."
"Is that so?" he smirked, "Then, are you not scared of me?"
"I am." She muttered silently, "but being alone is scarier, at the moment."
"Pft"
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*ding donggg*
"Haii" Standing outside, he could hear footsteps running towards the door.
*creakss* the door opened, revealing an angelic profile behind.
"You have to ask who is it before opening the door dummy" It was like an instinct, Katsuya's arm wrapped around the lady's waist, pulling her closer as he gently brushed through her soft blonde hair.
"I can recognise your bell sound."
"And stop running like that," he let go slightly before lifting her face up by the chin, "you don't want to hurt Kiryu now do you." there goes the softest smile spreading on Katsuya's charming face.
"But Kiryu was excited to see you as well." She cupped his cheeks.
"Alright alright, anything you say. Lets head inside, its cold here."
"Ah right, I made dinner."
They held hands and walked in.
It must've been magic if anyone had witnessed that scene. The all cold, "missing a heart" icy cool Katsuya's showing that much affection?
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"Kazu-san, how many kids did you want?" After dinner, they sat themselves cozily in the large sized family couch.
"I don't want any kid."
"Wait what...then Kiryu…?" she looked up at her fiancé, holding her belly.
"I feel unease Emi," he furled a sad smile, "could never have dreamt of having a family. Especially when our lives were as unpredictable as it is. Scary don't you think?"
"Then why did you…" she was confused, gripping onto his hand, "then, we don't have to, just the two of us like before was fine." She bit her lips, "I can abort-"
Katsuya pressed a finger across her lips. "Don't finish that sentence." Faintly caressing her round cheeks, "Kiryu can hear us."
"Sorry." She lowered her head.
"Don't apologise"
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Ever since their first encounter years ago, these two had been inseparable. Their love and connection surpassed everything.
It happened when he was just a random scumbag and she was just a girl who worked in a run down bakery. Katsuya was poor and lazy, so he'd dropped by everyday to buy bread for his three daily malnutritious meals.
She remembered seeing him injured or bleeding all over his body every time he stopped by, she couldn't help but offered him a box of band-aids, and in return, he replied:
"And you think that's gonna help?" before walking off with his dry bag of bread.
Emi was never the type to take offense, but that did kinda hurt.
It's not like she had the money to get anything more extravagant anyway.
After that event, on one random evening, the sun was starting to set and her shift had ended. Emi grabbed her bag about to head to the subway station, she saw him lounging on the ground, a few blocks away, which evoked her curiosity.
She ambled thoughtlessly towards his defeated-looking shadow. As she got closer, the pool of blood became more visible. He stinks of soaked sweat and alcohol, injuries cloaked his dark beige skin. He was still breathing, but his eyes were closed. Emi assumed he must be asleep.
"Yeah…band-aids definitely can't help this." Emi squatted down, "Why did you drink so much…" She pulled out a handkerchief from her bag to wipe the blood off his alluring profile.
"Didn't drink."
"AH!" She flinched.
"Alcohol was to disinfect the wounds."
"ah…that really scared me. Don't start speaking out of nowhere like that."
"Tough up. Getting scared so easily 's gonna get you killed."
"Said the dying person?" she laughed, "just kidding, please don't die," and stood up, "I just got my salary, so wait here." And so she dashed to the convenience store nearby, leaving her bag behind with him.
"You're hella lucky I Ain't Katsumi." He muttered knowing that his brother would've bolted off with the bag already.
A while later she returned with a bag of essentials.
"Such waste of salary." Katsuya remarked.
"Not really," She soaked the kitchen scissors with pure alcohol before snipping of his shirt, "It's not a bad spend."
She cleaned off the dried blood with a towel, treated the wounds and wrapped them with elastic bandages. She even bought an extra cheap shirt for him to swap into.
"You're quite decent at this."
"Somewhat," She stood up about to head back in the convenience store, "wait here."
"Not like I have a choice." He looked down at his wounded body. He's unable to move regardless.
A while later, she returned with two boiling cups of instant noodles and banana milk.
He guzzled down some of the hot soup, "what's up with this."
"you seemed hungry," She slurped the noodles, "I am also hungry."
"Pft" he laughed,"You're quite cute for someone annoying."
"I just saved your life." Her round cheeks puffed up, "You're quite annoying for someone who's not cute."
"haha, so I'm cute." he nodded slowly, taking in her compliment.
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Their meeting wasn't extravagant, but they have been through storms together. They cried, they laughed, they loved, and stuck together by what felt like the force of the universe. There is no doubt that both of them would not hesitate to jump into a fired-up garage filled with explosives for each other.
Back to the current timeline:
"I can't say that I can guarantee your and Kiryu's safety, but I will do everything I can Emi, for you, and our children."
She spiked up from the seat, excited,"Children?"
"Two would be nice, maybe three." He hummed with a playful expression, "I want a girl next."
"Ah yes!! Let's name her Kana then, Kimura Kana."
"It'd be funny if we get another boy"
"What if we really get a boy, again?"
"Then…" he thought for a moment, "Then let's name him Kaitou."
"Kimura Kaitou huh?"
"thats cute."
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"So, Mister Kira, are ya gonna explain why chu have got a random lady livin' with ya now?" Katsumi raised his eyebrow, "can't believe we just learnt bout it yesterday."
"You asked me to hook up with someone didn't you." Akira shrugged it off.
"What hook up, don't think she even talks to you." Katsuya commented, "and hasn't it been like two months."
"…hm don't know, I don't want to touch her."
"hah?"
Akira: "Have y'all ever felt like something is so precious you don't want to touch?"
Katsumi: "…I do with shoes yeah, but you just sounded like a fuckin' virgin, hella creepy."
Akira : "heh…"
Katsuya: "are you in love"
Akira: "in love?" "why? is that how you felt with Emi?"
Katsuya: "Somewhat…I also felt that way with Kiryu."
Katsumi : "he's not even born yet."
Katsuya: "yeah, but a father can feel." He patted his chest.
Katsumi : "Ew, what is goin' with y'all- hella gross."
Akira : "HAHA admit Katsumi, you're being left out, feelin all lonely now aincha?"
Katsumi : "huuuuhhh ain't no way, mr handsome here can grab any bitch he wants! Do not need any of ya!!"
Katsuya : "A bad liar will always be a bad liar."
Katsumi: "Shut it!!?
The three of them joked, laughed and enjoyed the less eventful, but relaxing afternoon.
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It was early evening, Akira just finished taking a shower, still in his bath rope. He was on his way to the kitchen for some drinks before he once again caught a glimpse of his beloved.
He said "beloved" in his head but in reality, they rarely ever interact. Partly because she's more of the quiet type, still mourning the loss, and partly because he didn't want to scare or make her uncomfortable.
At first, he just didn't mind having her around, and slowly somehow her presence brought him a sense of comfort he never felt before.
Their last exchange was a few days back, she was suggesting to pay him money for taking care of her. Of course, that idea was quickly shut down.
Recently he had also noticed that she had picked up painting and drawing as a hobby. He would randomly come back home to her painting in the backyard, or walk past her room to see the lady scribbling something just like right now.
He leaned against her room's door frame with his arms crossed, quietly watching her from behind like he'd always do. He was not sure either, but just watching her as this brought him comfort. They rarely spoke a word to each other so sometimes he'd get an urge to hear her voice.
"Mari."
"Ah! Akiyama-san?" she turned back, her writing hand paused, "Sorry, I didn't notice that you were there."
"…no, don't mind me." He revolved around, about to walk off.
"Ah wait- I almost forgot, Akiyama-san."
"What is it?"
"I made something for you"
"Heh…what did you make?"
"mm…"
She brought him to the kitchen downstair. He stood by the counter as she opened the oven to get this "gift" of hers.
"hmmmm…" Akira often make such sound to express his interest towards something.
"This is apple pie," She grabbed a knife from the drawer to cut him a slice, "I heard that you like sweets Akiyama-san"
Himari placed a plate in front of him, "I wanted to thank you for being kind," she lowered her head, "since I am not allowed pay you back with money, I wanted to do something."
"…" Staring at the plate as he listened to her, what caught his attention was *kind*. Like, who? Him? Kind? And wait, she baked him pie? There's a turmoil of different emotions twirling within him right now, and it was hard to process.
His silence enlightened Himari with a realization, "Ah, right. Are you afraid that I added poison?" She grabbed a fork and took a bite of the pie herself, "there, um, I promise I didn't add anything weird."
"What?" He started laughing, "Poison?" Akira snatched a piece of tissue across the kitchen counter and softly brushed off the crumbs on the corner of her lips, "hahaha I don't think you can even hurt a carrot, Mari."
"uh, but you had to be careful right? Just in case."
"In case what? you might kill me?"
"Ah no, I would not do that," as she explained, he sliced a small piece to taste, "but food can be dangerous, so um."
"I don't eat food that are not cooked by my chef its not a concern," he said while chewing, "but this pie is good."
"I didn't know that, sorry."
"Why? You did well." Akira patted her head and walks off with his plate.
"Wait Akiyama-san-" she tugged his rope, "what other desert, do you like?"
"umm hmmm.. that's a hard question."
"It doesn't have to be desert either, I can learn to cook anything, so."
"Dango."
"Eh?"
"Dango is good."
"Oh." She grinned , "OKAY!"
He looked away, is this what they called being flustered?
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah."
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Somewhere in a random rundown guest house.
"Oi the Akiyama group have been getting soft haven't they?"
"LOL, haven't seen they killed anyone for months already."
"Yeah they just give warnings now, so lame lool."
"Haha if they kept that soft shit up everyone gonna go wild soon lol"
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"YOU ARE FUCKIN LYING?? Kira's gettin' married now as well???" You can hear Katsumi yelling from five miles away.
"How are you even surprised." Katsuya took a sip of his coffee, "They've been together for 3 years now."
"EXACTLY," Katsumi cried, "SO WHY NOW?" He dashed over and gripped Akira's shirt collar, "You got her pregnant that's why you're marrying her aren't you!!??? like Tsuya!"
"Not a chance, I don't think they even slept on the same bed before." Katsuya hummed.
"Shut it-" he threw Katsumi off, "but no we're not getting married because I did anything."
Katsumi: "Then why? Don't tell me its cause you love her or some corny shit like that-"
Akira: "Yeah it's cause I love her."
Katsumi: "You dogshit asshole-"
Katsuya: "So what? Are you planning to start a family as well?"
Akira : "somewhat." he sighed, "How's Kiryu doing? heard he got bullied in school or something."
Katsuya : "yeah can you believe it, my kid's getting bullied. They bullied him for not having a father."
Katsumi : The fuck's wrong with those kids? Send me the addresses. I'll make sure none of them can walk to school the next day.
Katsuya: Are you crazy?
Akira: Are you stupid?
Katsumi: I am fucking joking calm your asses down-
Akira *sighh*: but you can't help it can you, not like you can let the world know one of the Akiyama's top three's his father.
Katsuya: Honestly I am surprised he kept quiet about it as well. He's mature for his age.
Katsumi: ah I want to see him …what does he look like Tsuya?
Katsuya: like me.
Katsumi: never mind, don't wanna see no more.
Akira: Hahahaha are ya stupid, what else do you expect? That child's definitely not gonna look like you?
Katsumi: Whaaateeeverrr.
Akira: Just get your own wife and have your own child already Tsumi, its your turn.
Katsuya: So Kira,
Akira: what is it?
Katsuya: Since you're starting a family as well now, shouldn't we do something already, about all this.
Akira : You got a point, can't live like this forever. These sins are gonna bleed onto our children for generations.
Katsumi: Oi the last time we stopped killing, we almost died, so if ya guys don't got a better plan then don't fuckin start anything. I Ain't trynna die yet.
Katsuya: We gonna have to establish a new system completely, and demolish the whole history of bloodshed.
Akira: No choice huh.
Katsuya: I…want my kid to have a father he can acknowledge. Can't live like this brothers.
and so the Akiyama group began to work on their incredible plan of revamping the entire syndicate world. All they wanted was a way for peace to exist, for violence to dissipate, and for everyone to have a second chance at a proper life.
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But will it be that simple?
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"Peace was all we ever wanted…"
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Maybe they have all sinned too much to desire such peace?.
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"What if we never deserved happiness Katsuya-san?"
"Don't say that honey."
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Perhaps they have all been delusional.
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"the overseers…?"
"Oi…Fujino…"
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"What did we do wrong, Akira?"
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"KATSUMI NO"
"KATSUMI FUCK NO! OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES AND LOOK AT ME!!"
"OI KATSUMI!! KATSUMI!!"
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*sizzle sizzle*
"WHAT THE FUCK NO PLEASE" "EMI! KIRYU! KAITOU!!"
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"NO SIR PLEASE BACK OFF ITS DANGEROUS"
"FUCK OFF !! MY FAMILY IS INSIDE!!!"
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"Why…?'
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."We will come back to get you we promise."
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"Ma…ri?"
"No. nonono. No Mari please !!! please no I am begging you, don't leave me Mari I can't do it, I can't live without you Mari"
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"Dad, w-why must I stay here…?"
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"KIRA ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?"
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"…I am sorry…"
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"AH!" Himari shot up from her bed. 3:00am past midnight, she was sweating, shaking, tears blurring her whole vision.
"What's wrong honey?" Akira wipe the sweat of his wife's face. She glanced at his profile with tears in her eyes. Thank god that it was all just a dream.
"I just had a really bad dream."
"Is that so?" He pulled her into a warm hug, "Its okay Mari, it was just a dream."
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Except, it wasn't.
Unknowingly, something happened that had changed the future forever. It was this that led to the largest violence outbreak in the entirety of Japan's history. It was this that led to the destruction of the Largest Syndicate group at the time, The Akiyama Group.
But was that all there is to that?
What did they do wrong?
If all they wanted was good, then why did they died?
Did they all even died?
What have Japan became after that?
There were so many questions that wasn't properly explained. Informations regarding the syndicate world and the actual truth became overly classified for the public.
My mother's dream wasn't just a dream, it was a warning.
According to her journal, everything happened because of a decision that they made. But I don't believe that.
I couldn't just leave it like that. I don't believe it, I can't believe it. The Akiyama group fell into a trap, a carefully crafted trap that was intended to lead them to their demise. It was hard to accept that everything was messed up just like that, just because they wanted to restore peace, because they attempted to reset the system. It doesn't make sense, and anything that doesn't make sense is not true. There is an ugly truth hidden behind all these stories.
And so that is why I, Akiyama Ayumi, have returned to Japan after 6 years. It is time for the Akiyama group to get their justice, its time for my parents, and many others' parents to get their much deserved justice.
I will pick the entire syndicate world off part by part to find the truth if I have to.
I will make this fucked up society pay back for everything.