My Akuma (Book One of The Yakuza Series) (✔️)

二 (Two)

(Ryu's POV)

"リュウはビアンキ氏と彼の部下をホテルに連れて行きます。彼らが無事に無邪気に到着することを確認してください." Boss said as he and Bianchi said goodbye for the day.
(Ryu, accompany Mr. Bianchi and his men to their hotel. Make sure they arrive safely and unbothered.)

"かしこまりました."
(Yes, Sir.)

Bianchi ended his spiel about me as he and boss got back to discussing business. Bianchi had made his way back to his seat and sat down. For the rest of the meeting though, he kept his eyes on me as I stared out the window.

"Mr. Bianchi, Ryu here will escort you and your men to your hotel. Same time tomorrow to finish things up?" Boss said as he walked them out.

"That sounds like a plan to me."

"Good, good." Boss said before turning towards me. "あなたがそれらをそこに着いた後、固執してください."
(Stick around after you get them there.)

"どのぐらいの間?"
(How long?)

"残りの夜."
(Rest of the night.)

I nodded.

Bianchi and his men followed me out to where cars were waiting for them. I had to ride in the car with Bianchi and his son.

The ride was silent as we drove through the heart of Tokyo to one of our hotels. Boss had reserved the very best rooms for Bianchi and his men. Boss really wanted this business deal to go through. A lot was riding on it. It's why Boss invited them into his home. To show how serious he was.

We arrived at the hotel and I escorted them up to their rooms. Without saying a word, while they weren't paying attention, I left. I didn't go far though.

I walked around until I ended up on the roof. I could see the surrounding area that way and monitor who came and left the hotel.

I pulled a cigarette out and stuck it in my mouth. I didn't light it though. I rarely did.

It was about two hours later when I went on high alert. With quick reflexes in less than five seconds I had the man behind me pinned to the ground with my knife at his throat.

However, I also had a gun pointed at my face courtesy of Valentine Bianchi. The man I had pinned with my knife at his throat was Il Diavolo himself.

I gave Valentine a look before releasing his father and returning to my stance and pulling out another cigarette.

Vincenzo got up with a chuckle. "Put your gun away." He told his son, who still had it pointed at me.

Valentine slowly put it away as Vincenzo came to stand beside me. He held out his hand, waiting for me to give him a cigarette. I rolled my eyes up at him before taking the one from my mouth and putting it in his hand. That earned me another chuckle from The Devil.

"You are full of surprises. Been a long time since I met someone with as big of balls as you got. Real brass pair you got. Don't you think, Val?"

"I'd say." He said, coming to stand on the other side of me. At that point I was between two Bianchi men, each a Devil in their own right.

I rolled my eyes.

"Tell me, Mr. Takahashi." Vincenzo said as I continued surveying the area. "How long you been in this life?"

"十分な長さ." I said, knowing he fully understood Japanese.
(Long enough.)

He started laughing as he clapped a hand on my shoulder. "あなたは頭がいいですよね?"
(You're a smart one, aren't you.)

I shrugged his hand off my shoulder and pulled out another cigarette as he smoked the one I gave him.

"Around the age of 13, right?" He asked. "Nakamura took you in off the street and gave you a place to live. Not that that mattered though. You never stayed home. You were always out and about. He had to put a man on you just to keep track of you. I have to give him props..."

He trailed off, waiting for me to ask what he gave Boss props for.

I didn't.

"I give him props because if you'd had done what you did to me, I wouldn't have given you a place a to stay. I would've have taken you in. I would've put a bullet in your skull."

To prove his point he pulled out his gun and pressed it against the side of my head. With my unlit cigarette in my mouth and with the same reflexes as before, I had his gun out of his hand and dissembled in mere seconds.

He dropped his head down to look at the pieces of his gun around my feet and grinned.

"Valentine, how about you and I head on to bed?" He asked.

Father and son turned and headed for the door as I continued looking out at the city.

"Mr. Takahashi," Vincenzo called from the doorway. I turned my head just enough to let him know that I was listening. "I feel like we're going to be real good friends."

About three seconds passed before I spoke.

"Mr. Bianchi," I said turning to face him. The second he turned around I threw his gun back to him.

In one piece.

"良い夜を." I said.
(Have a good night.)

He tapped his gun against his head twice before pointing at me with it with a grin on his face and disappearing out the door.

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(Vincenzo's POV)

"That guy has nerves of steel." Valentine said as we got to our room.

I sat down on the couch and pulled out my gun. I gave it a once over as I smiled. "I like him."

"Why? Because he pinned you to the ground with a knife to your throat and didn't even flinch when my gun was pointing at him? Or because he didn't flinch when it was your gun against his head? Whole f*cking world knows you got a twitchy finger."

"I don't know. I just....like him."

"Whatever. I'm going to shower before bed. Goodnight."

"Night, son."

I poured myself a glass of whiskey before sitting back down. I stared at my gun for several seconds before picking it up again.

I couldn't help but smirk when I noticed that it had one in the chamber. I smirked because when I had it against his head, it was unloaded...

And the only one on that roof that had bullets was Val.