Dragon's Wrath: The Tale of Akira Yukimura (PREVIEW ONLY)

The Job

"Please no! Leave me alone!"

But she continued to come closer, her shadow beginning to engulf the man's line of sight. The closer she got, the more fearful he became. Legs trembling, he was backed into the wall as he tried to beg for mercy.

"No! Please!"

But she swung her bat with all of her might, cracking into the man's leg, twisting it. His terror turned to agony as he clutched his mangled leg, looking up at the woman, her eyes cold and distant.

"Jihi o kou na."

She swung again, the crack echoing off of the wall of the buildings around them. The rain began to fall, as she walked away from the now unconscious body, satisfied with her handiwork, as a long black limo pulled up in front of her, the window lowering, a man in an expensive suit and sunglasses staring at her.

"Did you finish the job?"

"Hai."

"In English."

"Yes I did."

"Good job." The man straightens his tie, content with her response. "You'll find your payment wired into your account."

"Arig...Thank you."

He turns to her, nodding his head. "Do you ever regret this? Living the life of a yakuza?"

She glares at him, expressionless, adjusting her sunglasses. "I never regret my decisions. Or my choices. You may live your life that way if you wish. But I live my life my way. And I lead my group my way. Regashī."

The man looked at her for a moment, letting out a slight chuckle. "Just don't let me down Akira. Remember, you still have an agreement with us."

The window rolled up, and the limo drove away, leaving her on the road, looking out at the distance. The rain trickled down her body, as she began walking, still with an emotionless expression on her face; blood dripping from the tip of her bat.

"Don't worry. I haven't forgotten. And soon, you will all pay. Fukushū."