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It was 4:44 am, Yuta woke up in a cold sweat

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It was 4:44 am, Yuta woke up in a cold sweat. A chill ran down his spine, he didn't know why, but something just felt... Off, like something bad had happened.

He tried to shake it off and shuffled around tiredly to make himself a cup of coffee, he hated waking up this tired, but his sleep schedule was so awful, revenge bedtime procrastination would be the culprit of that.

As he poured the hot water into his French press, he got a call from an unknown number, which was odd, because yakuza didn't usually use phones, police can have transcripts of any call you make, and the phone company is aware of your activities.

He picked it up, and a somber voiced Hideto was on the line. "Meet me at the house." He simply said, knowing Yuta would understand. He rushed out the door, abandoning his coffee to rush clothes on his body since he only slept in boxers.

Once he got to the family house, he was greeted by a mournful atmosphere, and Hideto almost immediately said, "Ishihara is in a coma." Yuta audibly gasped, how did this happen? He had protection around him all the time.

"Fuck..." He let out a heavy sigh, this was all surreal. "You're the only one I trust to take his place." This was a big change for him, Takamasa was one of his closest friends, and now he had to be inaugurated, he had to do twice the amount of work. The only upside, he'd have a lot more power within the organization.

All of the kyoudai's and wakagashira would bend to his will, and he wouldn't have to do as many menial tasks, or the dread of dealing with people like Shotaro.

This was all so stressful, he was worried about Takamasa, worried about his responsibilities, how he'd have to live if he became kanbu. But he couldn't let this stress consume him, instead, he would walk into his role with confidence. He was one of Hideto's most trusted allies after all.

And he loved the yakuza, loved his family, the thrill, the cash. If anyone could be trusted in this role, it'd be him. He was at the heart of the yakuza, he'd expected to take this role since he'd first gotten involved, so long ago, Sicheng was only a small infant at that time.

"I will take my responsibilities seriously." He bowed. "Good, you'll be inaugurated in three days." He told him, following up with. "It is customary to bring a date to the congregation." And Yuta's heart sank, he really backed himself into a corner with his little stunt. Fuck, what was he gonna do?

He nodded in compliance, his face appearing as if he'd seen a ghost. He hoped to God that Hideto didn't notice, or at least he'd excused it due to the recent events.

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