‘Is this really the Yakuza?"
That question had stuck itself onto Karamatsu the moment he joined this organization, as some things had contradicted his knowledge about Yakuzas in general.
The organization had a different ranking system, it didn’t matter if you were raised to be a member of it or just recently joined, as long as you were loyal and did a great job at your tasks you would be granted a higher rank. Another thing is that their membership of this organization doesn’t seem to be legal, opposite to how Yakuza membership works as it is not illegal in any sort of way. And last but not least, they are tasked to kill people nearly 24/7, something the Yakuza are not allowed as they would go for less life-ending methods when it came to their crimes.
“What is this organization really?” he found himself asking absentmindedly to his boss
The man didn’t even seem to react at all to his question, still leisurely sitting in his chair with a tanto blade in his hands, but his gaze did move to look directly into Karamatsu’s eyes.
“Something much more than you think” he replied to him
And Karamatsu thinks he didn’t need to know much more than that, so he never asks again.
But now he wants to ask once more, not about the organization, rather on the regards of why his fellow organization members are going back at forth staring at the phone in their hands and Karamatsu. The faces they made indicated some sort of form of confusion, but confusion from what? And what does it have to do with him in a way?
So Karamatsu approaches the people who had been looking at him and the phone, “What’s the matter?”
They all stared at him with such an awestruck face, as if they had seen a ghost and it nearly made Karamatsu himself jump. But he tries not to let it show too much, putting on a more lax front.
Yet even then none of them answered still seemingly shocked, and it irked Karamatsu. So he tries again, “What’s the matter?” making sure his tone sounded more annoyed.
Finally one of them spoke, “How the fuck-“
“Ssh!” someone else interrupted them before handing over the phone in their hold to the other person beside them, “Do not fucking say a thing yet” they whispered to the one who previously spoke
This only made Karamatsu raise his brow, “What do you mean?”
Silence hung in the air for a few seconds, before someone answered him with a whisper “You got kidnapped”
What the fuck
“What the fuck”
“Yeah not exactly a possible scenario in any fucking way, but some rando just rang us saying they got you hostage. Must’ve been one of those lowly Yakuza”
It doesn’t take Karamatsu a second to process what his co-worker had said, he should’ve known very well something like this was likely to happen but it never occurred to him beforehand, and now he has one of his brothers kidnapped for ransom or some shit. Thoughts and images of all of his brothers being tied, bruised, bleeding to their deaths flashed through his mind, and he could bile starting rise in his throat just from that, but more gorey imagery started to flood his mind.
Karamatsu wanted to hurl, cry, and just punch anyone within vicinity, but he kept a straight face and calmly asks again “Can you hand me over the phone?”
Everyone looked at him unsure; it just made Karamatsu’s anger grew, though thankfully they gave him the phone.
It’s time for all his years of practice in drama club from high school to be utilised, he cleared his throat and tries to do the best imitation of one his co-worker’s voice.
“Where is he?” even with the voice changed, he couldn’t hide the irritation in his tone
Seconds flew by, but the other end of the phone spoke “How much are you willing to pay first?”
“Call the price, and I’ll info our boss to send it to ya. But tell me where he fucking is”
“Impatient are we?”
“Where. The. Fuck. Is. He?”
“Tch fine, we’ll tell but you better prepare us a million yen”
“We will, now fucking tell me!” Karamatsu lost his composure at that and had let his voice crack, but he couldn’t care less of his performance at the moment. Only his brother mattered.
“Christ, okay we got him in the building two blocks down from Akatsuka mall, the abandoned store”
“Thank you..” he lets out a breath of relief, though before he hits the ‘End Call’ button he asks one more thing.
“What color are the clothes he’s wearing?”
“Huh?”
“What color are his clothes?”
“Why the fuck would you-“
“Answer the question”
“Jeez alright..his pants are blue and his hoodie’s red with a weird looking green symbol on it”
Karamatsu doesn’t hesitate to immediately hang up on the caller and toss the phone to his co-worker, heading out of the room to go the location Osomatsu was held hostage at.
Though he stops for a moment before turning his head back, only realizing now he’s going to need more bullets and bags.
Because he’s going to be the last thing those fuckers see
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FanfictionBasically Karamatsu struggling to tackle both his work as a Yakuza member and his daily dose of weird shenanigans with his brothers
