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Then, the image went to the woman on the roof when they took in Ichiro Sato.

 

“What are you planning?” he asked himself.

 

He turned his head as a breeze came through that made Hayashi shiver. He rushed out of his office and to the outside. At a distance, but close enough to be seen, he saw a woman staring back at her. She waved at him with a bright grin. Hayashi tensed up and just moved forward to her.

 

“Illicit!”

 

The shorter Hayashi stood before the tall, long-legged Illicit.

 

“You are looking a little rough for wear, Hayashi. How long has it been? One thousand years?” said Illicit. “The last time I saw you I believe you were holding your dear master's severed head in your hand. Now you're a detective? My, my! Isn't this an upgrade?”

 

“Cut the bull, Illicit! I know you're involved with the yakuza,” said Hayashi.

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, old man,” Illicit said.

 

“Don’t play with me,
yako
. I know what you're up to. It's the same thing you've been trying to do for centuries at every appearance of the crimson moon. Collapse the heavens onto earth and overthrow the light with darkness. And you're using the yakuza’s to do it.”

 

“My dear Hayashi! After all these years, you still just have a small portion of the puzzle,” said Illicit.

 

“I know you killed Daiki Fukai.”

 

“And what of it? I have killed gods and kings. Even destroyed worlds! What's a mere street thug to me?”

 

Illicit vanished for a second and reappeared behind Hayashi gently breathing into his ear and caressing his crouch.

 

“Tell me detective. How long has it been since you have been inside a woman?”

 

Hayashi’s eyes began to glow yellow as a white aura covered him.

 

“Get back, nogistune,” said Hayashi as he turned around and raised his hand, sending Illicit flying in the air and back towards the wall.

 

Illicit eyes began to glow red and she stopped herself midair before she was about to hit the wall.

 

“I’m sorry! Did I excite you detective?" chuckled Illicit.

 

“Enough with your games,” said Hayashi. “I know you're trying to get the families against each other to incite a war for your blood sacrifice.”

 

“Looks like you know even less than what you knew a thousand years ago,” said Illicit. “And of course there's the matter of your beloved god of war."

 

Illicit’s eyes widened.

 

“Your beloved god of war has awakened in the soul of David Hamada and is trying to fight his way out,” said Hayashi.

 

“And nothing you can do will stop it,” said Illicit.

 

Illicit eyes began to glow red as a red aura radiated from her body. “UNDERSTAND THIS! THAT I WILL KILL WHOMEVER I HAVE TO SO MY BE-LOVED IS REBORN. EVEN IF I HAVE TO KILL YOU AND DESTROY THIS ENTIRE WORLD!”

 

Hayashi got closer to Illicit with the same intense yellow eyes. “And you can rest assured that if it means killing David so that your beloved will never be reborn, know that I’ll kill him myself without hesitation.”

 

“So be it, detective,” said Illicit as she grinned slyly and then vanished before Hayashi.

 

****

 

Ayuko Fukai left the
Galaxy
after another decent Friday night. Not having to worry about school, she knew that all she had to do was get home and hit her bed so she could get a good night sleep.

 

Wearing a slight moderation of the same dress with leggings, Ayuko Fukai walked down the street as she passed by those that were out last night hitting all the hot clubs in Roppongi. Those that had good nights were paying for it with vomiting their guts out to include Japanese businessmen looking for a place to nap and young Japanese women partying and looking for foreigners to sex only to end with hangovers.

 

None of this mattered to Ayuko as she stayed focus on trying to get home. She managed to find a staircase leading to Hibiya Station. She pushed through the gate and right away, she could see a heap of people waiting for the train. She took out her iPod, put the earphones in her ears, and pushed play while waiting for the train.

 

When the train arrived, Ayuko and the many tired Roppongi patrons entered the train, packed themselves inside and they were on their way. During the travels, she was being careful to not let herself get too distracted as in packed trains, men had the habit of groping or taking pictures under women’s skirts; thus the reason for her black leggings.

 

She got off at one station and ended up traveling at another train where she ended on another train where she got her own window seat, looking to get a nap. Just as she closed her eyes, another slender young man in a suit sat down by her.

 

“Hello, Ayuko!” he said in Japanese.

 

Ayuko took out her earphones. “Ryu Korashi? What are you doing here?”

 

“I was going to ask you the same thing. Does your mother know what you do in Roppongi?”

 

Ayuko glared confusedly.

 

“There’s nothing that I don’t know. I know you’ve been working in Roppongi at a club called
Galaxy
. I went over there a couple of times. You’re really good at dancing. I have to wonder what else you do very well.”

 

Ayuko tried to get up from her seat, but a stronger Ryu brought her back down to her seat.

 

“You hear me talking to you,” Ryu said. “That’s very rude. And I know you’re nothing like your brother.”

 

“If you know my brother, then you’ll know to watch what you say about me.”

 

Ryu chuckled. “Well, your brother’s dead. And it’s time for you to really earn your worth”

 

Not even thinking about it, he unzipped his pants.

 

“Forget it,” Ayuko said.

 

She tried to get up again, and once more, Ryu put her back in the chair as if she was his daughter.

 

“Would you like it better if I told Kento about this? What do you think he would do if he was to find out about you working in Roppongi?”

 

“Tell him! You think I give a fuck?” Ayuko cursed.

 

Then, Ryu grabbed Ayuko’s neck and pushed her down on his exposed penis.

 

“You either suck it willingly, or I’ll knock your teeth out and you’ll still suck it,” Ryu said. “What it’s going to be?”

 

Seeing that she was stuck no matter how it played out, Ayuko calmed herself and without even thinking about it, she wrapped her mouth around Ryu’s penis and bobbed her head up and down on it. Ryu kept his eyes carefully on Ayuko, ready to hurt her in case she bit his organ. However, Ayuko never bothered to try and rebel. She just went with the feeling and forced herself to enjoy it.

 

Ryu thought he was going to deal with a naïve girl, but for some reason, Ayuko had the right mouth he needed after a trying time dealing with Inato mess. It made him relinquished some of his hold on Ayuko. Suddenly, feeling the urge, Ryu slightly grabbed his dick to prepare for the release. When he did, he gripped it tighter and made sure Ayuko took every bit of his sperm into her mouth. Because he hadn’t release any in a long while, his penis shot gushers of his spunk into Ayuko’s mouth.

 

When it was done, Ryu raised her head back up as the train made a stop. 

 

“That’s my stop,” he said. “Take care of yourself, Ayuko! And don’t worry! Your secret’s safe with me.”             

 

Ayuko kept her mouth closed until he was off the train. The minute she did, she spit Ryu’s sperm out of her mouth without thinking twice. It was the first time she ever did that for any boy or man, and it was the worst experience she ever felt. It wasn’t because of the action itself, but because it wasn’t with the right person…

KING'S LOVE
(
王の

)

 

 

 

Both families stood one side and the other in a graveyard in Sugamo, neutral territory. Sugamo had history for being haunted by ghosts and the Inato and Fukushima yakuza carried that superstition with them in a meeting set up by both parties after the death of Fukushima chief Hideyoshi Ioka.

 

Both bosses walked to one another as their respected armies stepped back and observed it all. Both side anticipated that one of the bosses were going to be marked for death. Plus, thanks to a shrink in numbers due to their deaths, the Inato had called extra muscle from the south to swell their numbers so they would still be seen as a force.

 

When the shorter Inato and taller Fukushima came together, both bowed to one another slowly as a sign of respect, as well as watching the other's move.

 

"It's been a long time, brother!" Daiichi told his former underboss turned archrival.

 

"Yes it has," Inato responded. 

 

****

 

From a distance, another voyeur watched the yakuza godfathers’ meeting with vested interest. 

 

"What am I watching out for, Illicit?" Robert Martin asked with binoculars watching both crime families, sneezing from a running nose.

 

"Just watch and see who makes a move," Illicit commanded. 

 

"Do you even know what they're saying?" Robert asked.

 

Illicit knew, ignoring Robert's question. However, as she listened, something else played in her mind...

 

****

 

“He’s really cute. You remember that guy we met at that club in Roppongi?”

 

“The same guy?”

 

“The same guy! He wants me to be his mistress.”

 

When full Japanese Hiroki spoke to Chinese-Japanese Yuni about the guy in Yuni’s bedroom, it made Hiroki sick to her stomach. She knew what kind of man Yuni was sleeping with. Although he was an older, Japanese man, he was yakuza, known for many mistresses and whores.

 

Plus, in her fascination for yakuza history, Hiroki knew about the trials and tribulations of the different families. At the time, they were carving up Japan and taking different business interests for their own.

 

At the time, the most powerful family was the Fukushimas. Hiroki and Yuni worked in one of their clubs in Roppongi. The Fukushimas laid claim there after making a few deals with a Roppongi yakuza sect and a hierarchy of Nigerians club owners who married Japanese women and made their home in the economy, eventually absorbing them into the organization.

 

“Why would you want to deal with that kind of guy?” Hiroki asked.

 

“It’s not like we don’t deal with men like that every day,” Yuni argued. “We’re strippers, remember? It comes with the territory.”

 

Hiroki acknowledged. “I know. But do you at least know his name.”

 

“His name…is Tomonubu Inato.”

 

“Inato? Daiichi Fukushima’s underboss?”

 

“You know him?”

 

Hiroki cleared her throat. “You might want to stay away from him. Everywhere he goes, danger follows.”

 

“That’s bullshit! What do you know about any of that?”

 

Hiroki knew plenty; more than enough that she would be burying her good friend right at the moment.  She knew the most critical of all the research she could muster on the Fukushimas: a growing dispute between the gashira Tomonubu Inato and the future heir to the Fukushima seat, the wild and rambunctious Takashi Fukushima.

 

And in the life, mistresses are its first expenditures…

 

****

 

Returning back to the conversation, Illicit kept her focus strictly on the two crime lords.

 

FUKUSHIMA: I wish it did not have to come to this.

 

INATO: So you're saying you sent Ioka after us?

 

FUKUSHIMA: I'm not admitting anything. But if it would make you feel better, I didn’t order Ioka to go after you. However, I wouldn’t be surprised that you may have a traitor in your mist. I would know. One of my closest friends betrayed me.

 

INATO: (putting his head down) We know why I left.

 

FUKUSHIMA: Actually, I don't know. Why don't you tell me? All I know you and my son didn't get along. Unfortunately, that's my fault. I didn't raise him right. The only thing I can think of is you had something to do with his death. Takashi dies and then my most loyal friend, my new heir when I retired, leaves and starts his own family without my blessing and oppose me. 

 

INATO: You'll never understand. 

 

FUKUSHIMA: Well, at this rate we'll never know. If you keep trying to apply pressure, I would have no problem wiping out your entire family. However, that can change if you decide to come back to the fold. All would be forgiven and we can forget what happened.

 

INATO: You’ll never forget what happened. Ioka is dead and I won't be surprised that Kento is going to be targeted.

 

FUKUSHIMA: It started with them. We can fix this, but I won't be surprised that measures will have to be made. It's the nature of our business. Think about it. You can have the keys to the kingdom again by erasing those little problems that disrupts the equation.

 

****

 

Illicit shook her head and Robert could see the two men shaking hands and bowing before strolling back to their families. Illicit jumped up and walked away from Robert. 

 

Robert followed her like a lapdog. "So what did they say? It sounded intense from how they were looking."

 

Illicit said nothing going into her white Porsche and throughout the ride back to Robert's pad. No matter how much Robert stressed her with question after question about all that transpired, she stared forward with her mind going into a sort of subspace with memories of the past.

 

When they entered the pad, Illicit went into another room. 

 

"What the fuck?" Robert screamed. "Are you going to answer any of my questions? What's your plan now? I can't wait to hear this shit!"

 

Then, Illicit returned and gave Robert a package. "Open it!"

 

Robert opened it to find all kinds of documents, blueprints, CDs, and pictures.

 

"What all this?" Robert asked.

 

"Everything that can put Daiichi Fukushima away for years!" Illicit answered.

 

Robert smiled. "Damn! And you had this the entire time? What are you going to do with it?"

 

"It's not what I'm going to do. It's what you're going to do. You're going to give this to one guy and one guy only. Detective David Hamada."

 

"Why him?"

 

"He has a hard on for taking down yakuza. I'm sure he's going to love you forever when you give that to him."

 

Illicit gave him a piece of paper with an address.

 

"You sure this would stick? How do you know we can trust him?"

 

"Trust me! I know." Then, she went to a mirror and straightened out her hair. "When you're done, I'll give you a call. When you get the call, you're going to see Mr. Inato!"

 

Robert stopped in his tracks. "Wait...what? Why am I doing that?"

 

"Because you're going to tell him that you were persuaded by Kento Karahawa to give up that information to the cops."

 

"And what would that do? Hell, how do you know he won't kill me on the spot?"

 

"Because you're American! He won't kill you. He won't have a reason!" 

 

"I thought this was about Kento."

 

Illicit got naked in front of Robert and put on some black leggings, a white shirt, black boots and a jacket. "Take that to the detective now and wait for my call afterwards."

 

Before Robert could ask one more annoying question, Illicit stormed out. 

 

****

 

Robert Martin took a taxi to the precinct in Yokohama with Illicit's bundled up package. When he went inside, his nerves went into overdrive, wondering if he made a mistake coming to a room full of cops; one of them that might have that information on his activities or may just arrest him for being an American. 

 

He went to one of the cops and asked him where Hamada was. The cop pointed to a man sitting down on a desk with an older man. He went to him with the other cop following him.

 

"Are you Detective Hamada?" Robert asked.

 

"Who wants to know?" David asked. 

 

"I was told to give this to you. Your eyes only!"

 

From there, the equally nervous Hayashi got up and put a gun to the back of Robert.

 

"What the hell? What did I do?" Robert said sarcastically. 

 

"Who sent this?" Hayashi asked. Then said to David, "Be careful opening it!"

 

David was careful, opening it with a switch knife. When he found there was no bomb, he opened to find all sort of objects. He took out a notebook full of numbers and characters. Upon glancing, David's eyes widened.

 

"What is it, partner?" Hayashi asked.

 

"She said it would be worth your while," Robert said.

 

"Who?" David asked.

 

"My...friend chooses to stay unknown for the moment," Robert replied.  

 

David called Hayashi to one of the private rooms. He said to a cop nearby, "Handcuff him to the seat." 

 

The cop obeyed and handcuffed Robert Martin to the seat near David's desk. 

 

****

 

David and Hayashi took the package to the private room.

 

"What is it?" Hayashi asked. 

 

"I think we just got lucky," David said. "Take some of those disks and play them."

 

Hayashi put some of the disks on the DVD drive and played them. Hayashi's eyes widened as well when he saw this. 

 

"Are you kidding me?" Hayashi asked himself. "Am I really seeing this?"

 

"I don't know who this guy is, but he may have saved our careers. I mean...it's like a treasure trove of information. More than enough to make a case."

 

"How did he acquire all of this?"

 

"I don't care. I say you and I go down there with a crew and arrest him."

 

Before they rushed out of the room, Hayashi halted. "Wait a second! What about Chief Sanko? He's going to want to know."

 

"The last thing we need is him knowing," David responded. "I don't trust him. We keep it somewhere so he'll never know."

 

Hayashi took a breath. "Alright...let's get him!"

 

****

 

Kento Karahawa stayed out of sight until the smoke cleared. Meanwhile, he had enough to keep him company: his coke, his whores, and his increasing confidence. 

 

A Japanese prostitute was bouncing up and down on his cock as another woman was face-sitting on him guiding her so she won't hurt herself or him. Both were trying to twerk their backs like the dancers did on Kento's favorite rap videos, but were doing a terrible job due to having no rhythm and no kind of ass like the big booty black and white girls. 

 

Throughout the rocking, Kento reached for the remote to his television to see if he could help them out. 

 

When he finally grabbed it, he turned it on. The first face he saw was the reporter Cionne Li. He pushed some buttons to change the channel, but before he even could, Cionne Li made this report in Japanese:

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