What More Could I Need (Book #2) AOT Fanfiction

Sunday Afternoon

Saichi Yamazaki

It's only two in the afternoon on a Sunday. This is the time I usually spend working on my new book. I sit at my desk in a loose shirt and sweatpants. I wear my glasses and have my hair up in a messy bun. My appearance is the last thing I care about when I'm writing. I do my best to focus on what I want to write but I can't seem to think of anything. I was asked to write another book six months ago and I've been staring at a blank page since. I want to do something interesting, new and different. What do people want to read?

There's a soft knock on my door and Takahiro comes in with a small shopping bag. I sent him out on a few errands an hour ago. He is an older man with short, black hair and blue eyes. He's tall, standing at 6'0". He's very quiet but loyal to me. He has never given me a reason not to trust him. Even so, with age comes anger. He gets very annoyed when I give him a hard time and don't get my work done or when I sleep in after staying up for days at a time. He's the only person I allow to yell at me or order me around. I respect Takahiro and would do anything to repay him for his services. 

He closes the door behind himself and hands over the bag. "I went to the bookstore and bought the book by Levi Ackerman as you asked." 

I met Levi last night. I only recognize him as a teacher at the nearby school. However, I've never known him to be involved in yakuza business. I needed to know as much as I could about him. If he's going to be my new guard, I need to trust him enough to be in my home. Other than him being a teacher, I feel like I've seen him somewhere else. "I'm guessing you did the background check."

"Better."

I raise an eyebrow. "Dimitrius?"

"Bingo."

Dimitrius is the best of the best when it comes to information. He isn't the leader of the Russian mafia involved with my family but he is the most trusted. If there's anything you need to know about anyone, he can find out for you or just already know. He has more sources than my father can imagine. "He's in the area?"

"Yes, he had a meeting with your father."

Good. My heat is coming up soon. "So, what did you find out about this Levi person?"

"Well, Dimitrius said Levi killed a man for the first time when he was only four and then he was raised in the Yakuza family. He published that book, 'Killing My Lover' when he was twenty. He is a teacher and a soccer coach. No one is supposed to know this but he is the leading singer of the band, No Name."

That's another place I've seen him. No Name is a rock band that is very popular with teen girls. It's three people in black suits that wear bandages over their eyes to conceal their identities. L is the lead singer, H is the guitarist, and M is the drummer. I've had many patients come to Sacred Heart after suffering some kind of energy at their concerts. Overall, No Name is the dumbest name I've ever heard for a music group.

I take the book from the bag and run my fingers over the hardcover. Behind the title and his name is a pair of angel wings covered in blood. I clench my shoulder, shifting in my seat. It reminds me of the tattoo on my back. 

The most visible aspect of Yakuza membership is the large tattoos worn by dedicated clan members. Often, these tattoos cover the entire torso or back. They typically depict clan symbols, nationalist images or scenes of traditional Japanese glory, such as samurai warriors. Yakuza wear these tattoos as symbols of the Yakuza's outsider status and his lifelong pledge to the clan.

I was only sixteen when I was forced to receive such said mark, even though it was against Japan's tattoo laws. Instead of getting something like the rest of the clan, I made a decision that officially made me their enemy. I got to wings on my back like I did back in my military days. When my father saw it, he freaked out and called it a disgrace. I didn't care. At that moment, I never felt freer.