Kyokushin Blood

Chapter XV - Back then (Part 3)

Warning: every political reference and connect to the past war does not reflect my political beliefs or stance. This is simply a work of realistic-fiction for entertainment purposes.

Yamamoto's fist effortlessly slammed upwards against the chin of an oncoming attacker, his head being flung up and his body stumbling. With a quick shift of his weight on his lead foot, he twisted his torso to land a deadly left hook into the liver of his victim; Blood exploding from the depth of his throat. The man collapsed. And thus, he joined the countless corpses amongst the gang.

"You're a monster...!" Utako declared as he crawled away anxiously. "You're a teenager...! How the hell did you manage to take us down...without even a scratch!"

Yamamoto didn't say a word, his feet slowly stepping towards the panicked gang leader. Utako's eyes widened as he quickly flipped onto his hands and knees, trying to flee; but to no avail as Yamamoto's hand gripped the Gangster's ankle. The Delinquent pulled him towards himself and without missing a beat slammed his heavy knuckle into the Leader's cheek.

"You should've left mother and Kasumi out your filthy mouth," He spoke as he squatted down. "I told you, didn't I? Because of that, you all die tonight."

Utako's eyes widened, his heart beginning to race violently as he tried to get his upper body as far away as physically possible. His screams echoed through the night, but abruptly disappeared by the overshadowing sound of bones cracking.

That morning, Yamamoto woke up. He yawned and stretched and rubbed his abdomen, getting to his feet before heading out of his room and into the main living area. The smell of green tea quickly entered his nose, with Kasumi and his mother seated at the low-table they dined at. The youngest lady was dressed in their schooling attire, while Ms. Tatsuo wore a nursing uniform. In her hands was a newspaper and a look of disgust.

"Yamamoto," She spoke, the two women looking up at the Delinquent who tiredly rubbed his stomach. "There's a lot of Police down the street."

"Really? That's weird." Yamamoto patted Kasumi's head as he dropped down beside her.

"Mhm," Ms. Tatsuo groaned, her eyes remaining on the newspaper. "They said it was a Yakuza family massacre."

"R...really?" Yamamoto looked away, a sweat running his head. "That's so weird!"

"Isn't it?" Ms. Tatsuo finally dropped the newsletter. "But, whoever did it. I'm sure they did it to keep their family safe."

Yamamoto was taken back, although this was never anything knew. With his reputation he often had to fight, but this was a new level, even for him. But they seemed to hold no hard feelings. And a grin grew over his face; At the end of the day, he was but a protector of his family...in his own special way.

A rapid knocking at the door caught their attention. The three shared a glance, before finally Ms. Tatsuo rose up and began marching towards the hallway. The two lovers stared a look, before Yamamoto quickly kissed Kasumi— whose face lit up a bright red. Ms. Tatsuo transverse the hallway leading up to the main entrance, which were decorated in dozens of first-place boxing trophies dedicated to Yamamoto.

Her hand grasped the doorknob. Her grip was tight in order to make sure the silver knob didn't cause her to slip, before twisting and opening it. Before her was an middle aged man, with a heavy duty green uniform. His boot belts reached his knees with a cap lined with a red wrap, his hand saluting with the straightest possible posture.

"Good Morning!" The man yelled. "Is this the residence of Tatsuo Yamamoto?"

"Why, that depends on who's asking." Ms. Tatsuo quickly snapped.