Trouble in paradise (official)

Chapter 63 "Got a light?"

Sanzu burst out of the brothel, covered in blood from head to toe, holding a clump of a man's hair in one hand and his phone in the other. He slowly descended the stairs, the man's body thumping down each step. "Kisaki, talk to me," he demanded. Tossing the man's lifeless body off to the side.

"Please, sir! We—-we just wanna go home," another man sobs on his knees, looking up at him.

"Don't you see I'm on the fucking phone?" He delivers a forceful kick to the man's face, propelling him backward into the alley. The man sprawls on the ground, fear evident in his eyes as he hears the footsteps approaching, getting closer with each second. "Ya mama must have forgotten to teach you what it means to have some fucking manners, you little shit." Sanzu stood tall over the man, a chilling silence enveloping the space. Fear intensifies in his eyes as he watches him draw his katana, the glint of the blade reflecting the harsh reality of his impending fate. "I think I've been too lenient with you muthafuckas around here, what do you think?"

"No——sir! I'll tell you I'll tell you! Just—"

"Tell me what," he laughs. "Y'all had your time to talk, now I don't wanna talk anymore." He smiles, hovering the blade over the man. "I think it's time we get some order back up in this bitch." He shoves the blade through the man's teeth and into his mouth, relishing in the horrifying melody of the muffled blood-curdling scream that echoed through the air. A lovely sound he was all too familiar with.

"Ah, that's more like it. Alright," he says, pulling it back from the man's throat, giving it a shake to clean it off. "We will meet you down by the harbor in about twenty minutes." He hangs up the phone, shoving it into his pocket before sheathing his sword. "Well, I've had enough of that shit. Let's go."

"You feel better now?" Takeomi smirks, leaning against the wall and exhaling smoke.

"Heh, kinda." Sanzu beamed. "It's been a while since we did this, it's quite refreshing." He steps over the man's body, avoiding the puddle of blood.
"I'll be in a better mood once all this shit is over with. I want all this handled before the girls come back in a few days."

"You've been counting down the hours huh?" He teases.

"I didn't fucking say that." Sanzu sighs, "Why did they fucking pair me up with you?"

"Oooh don't be like that. But you miss her already don't you?"

"Shut your fucking mouth before I do you next old man."

Takeomi puts Sanzu in a headlock and takes off with him down the alley.

"Aww, my widdle Zuzu is in wubbbbb!"

"Bitch, every day you move closer and closer to that funeral home. Stop fucking with me!"

"Haha, come on baby bro. Let me help you."

"Get away from me bitch!"

Together, they ventured into the shadows, leaving chaos in their wake.

It was a quiet night. The air was cold as the breath of the mouth of a tomb, whispering down empty alleyways. A single light bulb on a post at the end of the street made it just bright enough to still be able to see the stars but not make out anything more than ten feet in front or behind you.

There was no light in the alley. Save for the waning moon reflecting in the water partitioning it. In fact there wasn't any light in any alley. The streets were black as pitch and vacant as if there had been a plague. Washed cleaned by a storm that had already passed.

Lanterns swang in the breeze, sad and lifeless as forgotten ghosts left alone to mourn their own deaths. They made a queer sound. An empty knocking like hollow, naked bones thumping against each other inside an empty coffin. Unoccupied stalls and shops looked near abandoned in the dark.