Blood Stained | McHanzo [ Mafia AU ]

Chapter 1: Bloody Winter

The sound of bone crunching, the impact of flesh against the crimson-stained bits of what was left of the body. With a huff of a breath and a flick of his tongue, he felt his pupils dilate. The taste of iron, of blood, had his adrenaline rushing. His blood boiled with newfound energy. It was an all too familiar taste.

Slowly getting up, he gave the body one last kick before making his way out of the alley. It was late into the night, the snow soaked red with each heavy step. There was no need to clean up the scene. Give the authorities something to work on for the day and point blame someone else besides him.

He would do the dirty work. Better than to waste a bullet from his beloved Peacekeeper. Stepping into his home, warmth bled into his coat. Taking it off, he tossed it into the pile of clothes yet to be washed. "Glad to see you're back. In one piece," another voice spoke, coming from a white-haired with crimson lips.

"I always come back in one piece. It was an easy job." The other spoke, his voice thick and buttery.

"Cole. I know you'd be fine. But didn't ya remember?" The woman stepped up to him. She stood not much different in height. Her heels clicked in irritation.

"Ashe, I understand your concern but if I needed help, I'll ask for it. You know me." Cole stated clearly, his voice taking on a genuine tone.

Ashe chuckled, "Stubborn as always I see. Get cleaned up before the blood dries." Cole chuckled, his smile returning as if nothing had ever happened.

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Somewhere else in the world, a clan run by the infamous Shimadas resided in a castle. The place was made for that of kings. But here, the yakuza are of power, feared by the people.

"Aniki, we have trouble," the green haired stated, handing his tablet to the elder.

The raven-haired frowned, eyes fixated on the contents written on the screen. It seemed a crime was committed elsewhere on the globe and they were suspected of it.

"This isn't the first time they point blame us. But it ruins our reputation by framing us for such a gruesome murder." The raven-haired muttered, deep in thought.

"This will encourage them to watch our every move. And I've dealt enough of them as it is." Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. Without looking up, he spoke.

"Genji."

"Yes, aniki?" Genji stood by his side, taking note of his usual demanding tone.

"Find out who it is. I would like to have a word with them."

Genji nodded and was soon out of the office. The door closed quietly— the room now filled with silence. The raven-haired, Hanzo Shimada, kumicho of the clan and elder brother to Genji. He had taken the weight of the clan after his father's passing. And needing to deal with things outside of the country is just ridiculous. Tradings are an exception. But this?

He picked up his phone and dialled a number he would usually go to for such occasions. The call rang before it was picked up by a familiar voice.

"I need your help," Hanzo stated, getting straight to business.

"I knew you'd ask. I'll get to it and send you the information I have." The voice over the call spoke.

The phone beeped, ending the call. He stood up and walked out of his room, dreading the next meeting with the clan elders. He stood tall and confident as he made his way through the hallways, each servant bowing respectfully before continuing with their work. He was in no way fine inside. He was exhausted and stressed from the burden he carried every day.