Nogitsune by Amaris Laurent, Jonathan D. Alexanders IX Page B
Authors: Amaris Laurent, Jonathan D. Alexanders IX
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Fukushima.
A part of him stayed away from the rest of the Fukushima soldiers, but he stuck to his job. He spent most of the time at the compound so he didn’t give into his urges.
Like most of the old-school yakuza, he knew what he signed for when he finally became a made man. That meant anyone else in his life would be a part of the life as well and could be caught in the crossfire. Also like most yakuza, no one ever expected for that day to come in this day of age because since the last gangland war, most of the yakuza families revamped their cloak of invisibility from the police and the government. Murders became less and less common in Japan's new age and their system turned into one of pure corruption and advancement if one played the game to their benefit.
When Hideyoshi opened his eyes and made one last bow for his wife's spirit, he turned around to find his stepdaughter Ayame Komatsu standing before him, startling him.
"I'm sorry," Ayame said. "I was going to offer prayers as well. I know you wanted to be alone. If you want me to leave-"
"No," Hideyoshi said. "I'm done here." Just when he was going to the door, he stopped.
“So what are you going to do about this?” Ayame asked.
“What do you mean?” Hideyoshi said.
“That monster Kento killed my mother, your wife. Do you care about my mother at all to even avenge her death or are you just a coward like the rest of the men, scared to take down one little thug.”
‘I don’t like what you’re implying, little girl,” Hideyoshi said. “I did everything for your mother. She was nothing but a drugged-out whore before I save her life.”
Ayame came closer to Hideyoshi defiantly. “Watch your mouth about her!”
“Your mother never wanted you to know. But you find out anyway, did you?”
Both of them paused.
“I'm sorry for her and the baby. I'll pray for both of their spirits to find safety in the gods' embrace."
"I would appreciate it," Ayame said. “But we both know that would never be enough. Kento Karahawa is still out in the streets living it up and killing people at will while you’re here moaning. You should be going after him and making sure you avenged my mother.”
“And how do you expect me to do that?” Hideyoshi stressed.
Ayame approached the door. "Well, it may be rumor, but they're saying that even when you knew who killed your wife, you won't do anything because you scared of him."
"Scared?" Hideyoshi yelled. "Of Kento Karahawa? Is that what they think?"
"I mean what do I know? I'm just the daughter of a whore." A stern look came over Ayame.
Ayame turned to put her hands together and close her eyes. "By the way, there's going to be a funeral for Daiki Fukai in Saitama. Don't know if that interests you or not, but if you would....like to pay your respects, then he'll be there.”
Confused as to why Ayame mentioned it, Hideyoshi took it to heart and exited the room. From there, Ayame had the entire room to herself. She went through the same ritual Hideyoshi did for his wife. At the moment, she mourned for a fallen member.
"Mother! Don’t worry! Kento Karahawa and the entire Inato family will pay the price! Every last one!”
SILENT BULLETS ( サイレント箇条書 き )
The priest read the sutra, then gave the signal to the family that it was time to offer incense. Since Daiki Fukai had no family to speak of, his sponsor Yoshio Oguna walked up to the altar to present the incense. Yoshio put his hands together with the rosary and then humbly bowed, saying a quiet prayer for Daiki. He placed a pinch of incense in the urn, brought it to his forehead and bowed three times and returned to his seat.
Kento went up after Yoshio and when he saw Daiki’s picture, he remained emotionless, even though tears were streaming from his eyes. Kento repeated the same ritual as Yoshio and sat down.
This continued for at least
A part of him stayed away from the rest of the Fukushima soldiers, but he stuck to his job. He spent most of the time at the compound so he didn’t give into his urges.
Like most of the old-school yakuza, he knew what he signed for when he finally became a made man. That meant anyone else in his life would be a part of the life as well and could be caught in the crossfire. Also like most yakuza, no one ever expected for that day to come in this day of age because since the last gangland war, most of the yakuza families revamped their cloak of invisibility from the police and the government. Murders became less and less common in Japan's new age and their system turned into one of pure corruption and advancement if one played the game to their benefit.
When Hideyoshi opened his eyes and made one last bow for his wife's spirit, he turned around to find his stepdaughter Ayame Komatsu standing before him, startling him.
"I'm sorry," Ayame said. "I was going to offer prayers as well. I know you wanted to be alone. If you want me to leave-"
"No," Hideyoshi said. "I'm done here." Just when he was going to the door, he stopped.
“So what are you going to do about this?” Ayame asked.
“What do you mean?” Hideyoshi said.
“That monster Kento killed my mother, your wife. Do you care about my mother at all to even avenge her death or are you just a coward like the rest of the men, scared to take down one little thug.”
‘I don’t like what you’re implying, little girl,” Hideyoshi said. “I did everything for your mother. She was nothing but a drugged-out whore before I save her life.”
Ayame came closer to Hideyoshi defiantly. “Watch your mouth about her!”
“Your mother never wanted you to know. But you find out anyway, did you?”
Both of them paused.
“I'm sorry for her and the baby. I'll pray for both of their spirits to find safety in the gods' embrace."
"I would appreciate it," Ayame said. “But we both know that would never be enough. Kento Karahawa is still out in the streets living it up and killing people at will while you’re here moaning. You should be going after him and making sure you avenged my mother.”
“And how do you expect me to do that?” Hideyoshi stressed.
Ayame approached the door. "Well, it may be rumor, but they're saying that even when you knew who killed your wife, you won't do anything because you scared of him."
"Scared?" Hideyoshi yelled. "Of Kento Karahawa? Is that what they think?"
"I mean what do I know? I'm just the daughter of a whore." A stern look came over Ayame.
Ayame turned to put her hands together and close her eyes. "By the way, there's going to be a funeral for Daiki Fukai in Saitama. Don't know if that interests you or not, but if you would....like to pay your respects, then he'll be there.”
Confused as to why Ayame mentioned it, Hideyoshi took it to heart and exited the room. From there, Ayame had the entire room to herself. She went through the same ritual Hideyoshi did for his wife. At the moment, she mourned for a fallen member.
"Mother! Don’t worry! Kento Karahawa and the entire Inato family will pay the price! Every last one!”
SILENT BULLETS ( サイレント箇条書 き )
The priest read the sutra, then gave the signal to the family that it was time to offer incense. Since Daiki Fukai had no family to speak of, his sponsor Yoshio Oguna walked up to the altar to present the incense. Yoshio put his hands together with the rosary and then humbly bowed, saying a quiet prayer for Daiki. He placed a pinch of incense in the urn, brought it to his forehead and bowed three times and returned to his seat.
Kento went up after Yoshio and when he saw Daiki’s picture, he remained emotionless, even though tears were streaming from his eyes. Kento repeated the same ritual as Yoshio and sat down.
This continued for at least
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