| Fan Fiction |
by DBSKAngel
Ishikawa Kazuhiro stood in a dark and smoky room filled with Japanese man smoking and with half naked women sitting in their laps or waiting on their hands and feet. The tall fit half Japanese dressed in dark blue jeans, black sneakers and a simple black t-shirt with a black hoodie over it, stood watching next to his master’s side, his face expressionless, his eyes colds, ignoring the advances of the women vying for his attention.
“Hiro my boy, you shouldn’t ignore a woman thus, you never know when they will stick you in the rib while you asleep,” his master teased him.
“My duty is to protect you not sweat over a whore,” was his reply.
Hiro’s master chuckled, patting the boy’s leg, “you’re a good kid, loyal. That’s why I keep you by my side, Hiro. “
He bowed slightly to his master but inside he was seething that he was stuck guarding over this man who was nothing by a drugged up, alcoholic sex addict who was a poor excused for a Yakuza boss, minor though he was.
Just then the front door of the bar slammed opened and six men came in all armed. Hiro’s gun was out and ready before the men even took one step into the bar but he didn’t fire, he recognized most of the men as hitters for a Yakuza boss who was of higher position then his own master’s.
The men entered the bar, looking around with distain as they checked everything over, slowly making their way towards Hiro and his boss.
“Izumi, please take the women to the back, it seems I have business to discuss,” Kikukawa Yoshi said.
The man who stood in the middle stepped forward, “Yoshi, I never thought you the kind of man who liked…all this. A broken down bar with drugged up whores? You have fallen low, my friend.”
“And what would you know Devil? You are too confined and restricted with silk and lace to understand the raw beauty of mindless sex. You with your perfection probably time your thrusts and tell your bitch when you cum.”
The man arched an eyebrow, “silk and lace make the best kind of bondage, Yoshi. If you were more refined you would come to learn the games that will give you more pleasure then you can image. I am sure your boy-guard there understands.”
Hiro arched his own eyebrow at the man, the man known as Devil, right hand to one of the most powerful Yakuza boss in Japan.
“I see that cool calculation in your eyes, you have already switched sides.”
Yoshi turned his head to look up at Hiro who stood by his side, “what is he saying?”
Hiro turned to look at his sweaty, drunk master, “you’re going to die.”
Yoshi’s eyes enlarged and looked over to Devil, standing up and waving side to side too drunk to even think of his gun and merely whined, “Why hell! I have paid your boss! Every dime and penny that belongs to him! I have never stolen or disobeyed him. Tell me why he wants me dead?”
Devil smiled coldly raising his gun, “because you are a waste of space.”
BANG
Screams echoed through the back room, as the women freaked and cried. Hiro stood impassive as his master’s body dropped onto the booth seat, his blood spattering Hiro’s clothes and face. The other men belonging to Yoshi froze and stared waiting to see if they too would be killed.
Devil smiled again, sending chills down the men’s back, “you all belong to me now. I am your master.”
The other men came rushing forward bowing and vowing loyalty, Devil looked at them with distain, “get away from me you filthy mongrels! Go home you will receive orders later!”
The men scurried away, leaving just Devil, his five men and Hiro. Devil walked to Hiro, who didn’t flinch, and studied the boy.
“You’re young to have become a bodyguard, you should be a massager boy. Though I except there is more to you than meets the eye. I have heard many whispers in the dark about you Ishikawa Kazuhiro. You have called my attention and that is very hard to do. You belong to me though you knew that the moment I walked through that door didn’t you. You and I will be working closely together. You are to be my body-guard and personal errand boy. I said jump you say…”
Hiro turned his dark cold eyes towards Devil, “how high.”
He smiled, patting Hiro’s blood smeared face, “that’s a good boy. You’ll be living with me as well. You have 24 hours to get your things together and to my place, is that understood?”
“Of course, sir.”
Devil grinned like a cat, “you can call me Seven, my boy. I don’t need to tell you where I live do I?”
“No, everyone knows the house to avoid if they wish to live to see morning.”
“You and I will have much fun. I will see you tomorrow.”
Devil and his men left the bar then the women came pouring out and screamed at Yoshi’s dead body. They looked at Hiro wondering what they should do.
Izumi grinned, “about time someone gutted this son of a bitch. Hiro-baby I think I might be faint, why don’t I go home with you?”
Izumi stood in front of Hiro wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing herself against his hard unyielding body. Hiro looked down coldly at her before pushing her away knocking her to the floor.
“Not then, not now, not ever Izumi. You girls better find a new place for a fuck. You also know what happens if you talk to the cops, now get the hell out of here.”
The girls torn out of the bar and into the night, sirens echoing through the darkness, marking Hiro cue that it was timed to leave, more than likely no one had reported the gun shot, not in this area but there was always a chance those sirens where headed here.
Hiro slipped out through the back, down an alley and over a fence, he glanced at his watch for a moment and readjusted it before continued down the street. He was almost home when a car pulled up next to him. Hiro glanced to his side and silently cursed as the police cruiser.
“Kind of late to be out, don’t you think kid? Why don’t I take you ho-“ the police officer stopped and stared at the kid covered in blood.
“Shit. Are you hurt!?” the cop parked the car and Hiro took off.
“HEY! STOP!” the cop yelled as his partner ran after him on foot.
Red and blue lights lit up behind him, sirens screaming in his ears. Hiro cursed and took off past his apartments as he heard footsteps racing behind him and the crunch of tires over the gravel covered street.
“KID STOP! STOP NOW!!” the cop on foot yelled which was echoed through the police car intercom.
Hiro slipped on the loose gravel, coming down hard on broken glass, dirt and gravel. Hiro wince and scrambled to get up with a heavy mass slammed into from behind slamming him to the ground and rubbing the sharp edges into his skin.
“Get off cop!! I am fine!! This is brutality!”
“This ain’t America kid!” the cop yelled in his ear, pushing down hard as his partner came running up and slipping cuffed over Hiro’s wrists and patting him down.
“Well look what we have here,” the cop said pulling Hiro’s gun from his waist.
“You’re packing, Kid. That doesn’t look good for you. I guess if I put you in the system you will have a nice thick file and probation officer huh?”
“Ya, right you wish! My records are clean! I have a permit for that gun you donut pig!”
“We’ll see about that when we get you to the station.”
With a swift jerk, they had Hiro on his feet and moving towards the police car, all the while Hiro dug in his feet, causing only him to trip, twist his ankle and fall crashing to the ground again, while the cops watched in amusement.
“Stop fighting us, kid. You lost just admit defeat,” one said, tugging him along and stuffing him into the back seat.
Hiro seethed the entire way to the station as the cop in the passage seat reported that they were coming in with an armed kid cover in blood and who wouldn’t give his name.
“Roger that Officer Miyagi, anything else?”
“Please get interrogation room 3A ready please.”
“Roger that, over and out.”
Hiro kicked the mesh screen as they pulled into the station.
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Please leave comments. sorry for any grammical or spelling errors I am sick so my brain is a bit fuzzy.