The Whistler

Memories

Taka walks down the street, bandages covering his extremely wounded body. His has his hood up, to avoid anyone seeing him. According to Izanami, due to the power of the God's attacks, it will take him some time to heal. His arms, and legs heal at a much more rapid pace than the rest of his body. Taka's head continues to wander.
"I feel so lost in my own journey. I just want to be able to free Chieko from the horrid life she is in. But, i cant even manage to get through the obstacles that stand in my way." As Taka walks past a small little grocery store, named Huing's Covenient Store, he gets a sudden memory.

"Taka, why are you perusing to be a Yakuza so hard? You hate bloodshed and everything about it. You want to please your dad that much?" A man says, older than Taka. The man has golden blonde hair and a smile so wide that its infectious. A younger Taka walks with him. Around 17 years old.
"Its not about my father. I just wish to be apart of something. Maybe I can make the Yakuza better, without the bloodshed." Taka smiles as he opens the door to Huing's Convienent Store.
"You mean peace? No Yakuza clan will ever agree to peace with another, Taka. Youre crazy." The man laughs as he walks through the door.

Taka snaps back to the present, breathing heavily.
"Who the hell was that?" Taka asks, confused. He walks in the door to the store.
"Welcome to Hui-" the man behind the counter cuts himself off when he sees Taka, "Taka?!" He says in a panic. He jumps over the counter and grabs a hold of Taka. Taka grunts. The man takes a step back and looks at Taka.
"I'm sorry! Are you okay?! I thought you were dead?!" The man is in awe.
"Yeah, so did I. Im sorry, i dont remember you. We- we know each other?" Taka asks, looking around the store.
"Ah, well, it has been a while." The man says, walking behind the counter again.
"So, we do?" Taka asks, leaning up against the counter. His white hair fluffing out in front of him. The smell of lichor lingers in the shop. The sound of freezers and coolers echo. The shop is small, and stuffed with things.
"You and your friend, Ryu came in here almost everyday to talk and get snacks and a drink. Im the only shop outside of Yakuza territory- or- i was at least."
"Youre not outside anymore? Youre under someone's territory now?" Taka ask, standing straight.
"Yeah, he's under Ki territory now. Once Tatsuya's disappeared, Ki took over the whole area. Is that a problem, kid?" Someone says behind Taka. He glances at them out of the corner of his eye. Two men, wearing grey suits. Both have black hair and wear sunglasses. Taka turns around to face them and smiles, not his devilish smile, just a normal one.
"No, not at all. The Ki's, eh?" Taka chuckles.
"I didnt hear a joke. Whats So damn funny?!" The other man says.
"The Ki group is a joke. Their leader is an absolute bafoon. Get over yourself." Taka laughs more as he grabs a pop off the counter and hands it to the man.
"I'll take this, please." Taka never takes his eyes off the Ki's. The Ki men smile, and show they were carrying batons up their sleeves. They rush him at the same time. Taka hands the man money and dodges the two swings the guys do. He pushes both of them into the wall. Taka kicks the one on the left in the face and draws an immense amount of blood. Shattering the sunglasses on his face. Taka can smell the stench of the blood swelling his nose. The guy on the right charges again. He lifts the baton and Taka goes to grab it, but his side stops his. This huge sting overwhelms Taka and his arm. The baton comes down and hits Taka in his left side, right on one of the healing burns. He flinches and hunches down. Both men start whaling on Taka. Hitting him all over with their batons. Once Taka is nothing but a blood ridden less, they spit on him.
"Learn to keep your mouth shut boy." The one on the left says.
"Pay up old man." The one on the right says. They both are up against the counter, paying no attention to the rapidly healing Taka. The old man is getting money out of the register.
"Ki's really are fucking cunts aren't they." Taka says, standing. All of the recent cuts and bashes are already healed.
"What the hell? You were just a pile of blood a second ago. How the hell are you not even hurt?" The one on the left says. Taka fully look him dead in the eyes. The blood red eyes of his sparkle like the pool of blood next to him. Taka grabs the guy on the left by the hair.
"Hey!" The one on the right says as he swings his baton at Taka. Taka grabs it while only keeping his eyes locked on the man hes holding. Taka pulls the baton and shoves it into the head of the guy hes currently holding. He drops to the ground with a loud thud.
"H-hey man. W- we can talk about this! Please!" The only one left standing says.
"Learn to keep your mouth shut." Taka says as he spits on the man who is lying dead on the ground. Blood pouring out of him like a fountain. Taka looks over at the man left. He is backing up. He backs himself into a shelf and begins to panic.
"Taka. Wait." The old man says.
"No, its okay." Taka says as he walks up to the man.
"You wanna talk? Fine. Lets talk." Taka smiles, the devilish smile. He grabs the guys glasses and takes them off, throwing them on the ground. One of the man's eyes was missing.
"My family had a saying. Mess up once, and you'll have your eye gouged. Mess up twice, and youll die. But, judging by your missing eye, and your pinkie on your right hand. The Ki's dont work the same as the Tatsuya's. So, you would go back to your boss, and what would he do? Take a toe?" Taka is calm as he speaks. He walks up towards the counter as the man shivers where he was. The loud sound of the can of pop opening echoes through the now quiet store.
"H-he'll- he'll kill me. Listen, i thought all the Tatsuya's were dead. I didnt know this was your turf still. Im sorry, Taka." The man pleads, tears in his eye. Taka spins his body to the right, kicking the man in the law. His jaw goes farther than his head, breaking it. The man collapses to the floor and blood begins to swarm him like termites to wood.
"They are." Taka says. He throws a wad of money on the counter and grabs the pop.
"Sorry, old man. Hope that helps." He says as he walks out of the shop, his left hand raised in a wave as he leaves.