Don't cry over spilt blood (English Version)

Chapter 1: A dozen blows

Money, weapons, and drugs. These were the foundations on which the ancient Japanese criminal organizations were based. The function of the Yakuza, after the war, changed some of its first principles, going to draw a line on the more traditional part, trying to remodel all of it. It focused more on politics and finance. For instance, the Yakuza was used to intimidate trade union organizations that had deep-seated communist ideas.The Yakuza has weakened over time, but it is no less powerful and arrogant than in the past. His interests remain racketeering, pimping, money laundering, gambling, and drug trafficking. Let us not forget that some individuals of the Yakuza have infiltrated crucial social partners, such as the economy, politics, and finance. They are much more informed than in the past, they are more cunning, and they keep track of every movement of suspicious people or of possible targets that are easily threatened and blackmailed, trying to influence company policy. These particular shareholders have a specific name: 'Sokaiya'.

«You Sokaiyas are just the scum of society: always stay there, behind your cheap little graphics to see what would be the best way to humiliate a company that is in the middle of your feet. And here I ask myself: do you really have nothing to do? » complained Teruo, gesticulating with his hands,  as usual, leaning on the chair he always used for questioning. It could be recognized that it was his chair, from the name written in Kanji by Teruo himself with the word "Heichou" or captain below. In response, he received only muffled verses that came from the gagged Sokaiya in front of him."Oh, forgive me." Teruo pretended to apologize, removing the gag from in front of the mafia's mouth. Once removed, the man inhaled a breath of such size as to recover all the lost air. He had been gagged for hours and the pungent smell of the shelter did not help him catch his breath.While the panting man was trying to catch his breath, Teruo bent thirty degrees in his chair trying to get as close as possible to the man, observing his mouth carefully.

The situation was already strange to him, and Teruo was only making it even stranger.«Get up.» smuggled the man, still tied to the victim's chair. The victim's chair could be recognized due to the giant "Asshole" text written on the back of it. The room was lit by only a light that hung from the ceiling that pointed to thehead of the Sokaiya. It was close enough to obscure the man's sight: he was not really clear what he was in front of at that moment, but he knew for sure that it was not a good situation to be in.At that moment an intoxicating smell filled the interrogation room. It smelledoddly good, it had a fresh, marine note, almost as if they had moved momentarily to the beach.

Teruo had sprinkled twenty liters of perfume on himself: he came dangerously close to the man's face, putting his head between his neck and collarbone. He blew phrases on his skin that the man does not even understand: his ears are plugged, and any sound is just a distantand muffled rumble.Teruo's free right hand climbs slowly along the mafia man's neck: "a perfect blond guy with smart glasses", that's how he would have defined him. He tortures it, caresses it, and pinches it between his fingers, and it is all more and more intense, hotter and hotter. Vaguer and vaguer.«Kurogane. A fearsome man. Or at least that's what they told me.» Teruo said, holding that stupid mad grin that he always has.Again, his hand rises even higher; he surrounds his neck firmly, but it doesn't hurt. It takes his breath away slightly, but it's bearable.

The tension was palpable, Kurogane's heart was completely drowned in a sea of endless heartbeats as if he didn't know what the hell was going on, if all this was a stupid trick of the imagination, at that moment he just wanted to scream "get me out of here ", But that thought was suffocated by Teruo's icy hands that began to make him understand nothing.Kurogane tilted his head back. He gasped for air, but Teruo did not let go of his neck, while the other hand moved faster and faster towards his legs. At that moment everything let go, Kurogane had his brain and synapses completely blurred, he had nothing left in his head. Any attempt to escape theligaments that kept him locked in the chair seemed impossible: he had the horrendous thought of being locked in there forever. Teruo began to press with his sharp nails on Kurogane's neck, climbing slowly with the pressure: from a light caress to decisive scratches, without fear of the consequences, at the cost of tearing his Adam's apple.Teruo's breathing was uncontrollable as if he was the one being tortured at that moment.