I sighed, irritated by Ryouta’s constant phone calls.
Hastily, I pulled my phone out, intending to yell into it until I noticed that the number displaying on the screen wasn’t Ryouta’s. It was an unknown number.
“Five missed calls…” I frowned and accepted the sixth phone call. “Hello?”
“Kentaro,” An unknown male voice spoke. It sounded like someone much older than I was.
“Who are you?”
“Toro,” He said, “I believe you know me.”
I froze for a second, letting the information sink in.
Toro…as in Toro Yamada?!
It was that man in the white suit that I had seen the other night. The man who had shot those two victims, the one who had half of his little finger missing… I wasn’t surprised that someone like him could get my number so easily.
“Oi kid, don’t wet your pants already.” Toro mused, “Are you with me?”
I cleared my throat, “What do you want from me?”
“I don’t think you have anything I want from you kid, but I think we have something you might want back.”
I frowned, “What do you mean?”
“Oyabun’s son brought a girl home, want to talk to her?”
Oyabun is their Yakuza boss, so he meant Oshiro’s son… Akira?
Before I could say anything, I heard a voice speak through the phone that caused every nerve in my body to freeze.
“Kentaro? Is that you?” Ayano gasped through the phone.
“Ayano?! What are you doing there? Get out of that place!” I shouted, getting up from the concrete floor.
“What? Why?” Ayano asked. “Hey, I was so surprised that Akira knows you too so I asked his old friend to call you for me right away!”
Old friend? What kind of stories have they been telling her?!
“After you left earlier, Akira suddenly turned up and I didn’t know what to do! He asked me to visit his place with him, so I came.” Ayano continued to talk excitedly, but something in her voice told me she wasn’t feeling too comfortable.
“Okay listen to me Ayano, you need to walk out of that place right now. It’s dangerous there.” I explained, “I’ll take you to see Akira again later myself, I promise. “
“I… I tried to leave.” She said, suddenly sounding a bit wary, “Akira left me here a long while ago and he hasn’t returned yet although it’s getting really late… so I wanted to leave, but these guys are telling me I have to wait for him.”
I cursed under my breath, “Tell me where you are.”
“I don’t actually know,” Ayano said, laughing nervously, “But the place looks really big and rich. I’ve never been to this area before.”
The Yakuza had many hangout locations. In fact, they could be all over the place but judging from Ayano’s descriptions I could tell that she must actually have been taken to one of the Yakuza family houses.
“Give the phone back to the-“
“It’s the Yakuza bungalow in your area, kid,” Suddenly Toro was back on the phone, “We’ll think about giving her back to you when you get here.”
And with that, he hung up.
That bungalow in this area was the worst she could’ve been taken to. I knew that Oshiro lived there.
I put my phone back in my pocket and got onto my bike, heading straight to that place regardless of the dangers. I could lose my life tonight.
As soon as I walked past the giant metal gates, there were a bunch of hooligans glowering down at me. They were wearing ripped gangster clothes, bandages and most of them had weapons on them too. I ignored them, knowing I had no time to waste on them. It was the big shots that I needed to see.
“Kid,” I heard Toro’s voice as the entrance door opened before me, “Let’s get straight to the deal, shall we?”
I didn’t understand what he meant with ‘deal’, but I was certain it involved Ayano so I silently followed him into the bungalow.
It seemed like we were walking for a long time and it was starting to make me grow impatient.
“Where the hell are you taking me? Where is she?” I snapped.
“Ohhh look at this one, jumping so high already.” Toro laughed at me, “You have a temper just like your father.”
I stopped walking, “You know my father?”
“Of course I do,” Toro grinned at me, his gold tooth glinting from his mouth, “I’ve known him, well, before you were born, kid. I could tell you more.”
I clenched my fist, unsure of whether I wanted to ask anything further about him. I didn’t want anything to do with that man and I wasn’t sure what to think of the fact that he had relations to the Yakuza, but this could be my only chance to ever find out about him.
“I don’t want to know,” I finally said out of instinct.
Toro narrowed his dark eyes at me, trying to study my expression.
“Anyway, I think we should finish what you came here for first,” He said, placing his hand on my back to make me walk forwards.
I moved away from his hand as I walked. I didn’t trust him enough to let him touch my back.
“Fine, what exactly is it that you want from me. Get to the point,” I said, growing irritated with the old man’s ways.
“Oyabun wants to meet you personally, “He said right before we reached the wooden double door.
Just remembering those dark eyes sent shivers down my spine.
I frowned, slightly bothered as I stared at the red eyed scorpion trademark that was carved into the doors.
Something was unusual. The yakuza killed people like people would swat flies and they normally wouldn’t worry about the cops finding out. Of course, they’d still try to shut the witnesses up to avoid any havoc just in case. But only the ‘little brothers’ in the Yakuza system took care of those trivial matters.
For them to require me to meet the one at the top of their hierarchy, the family boss, was strange. This could be a vile trap.
Toro knocked on the door and we waited until someone responded, “Toro, is it?”
“Yes, Oyabun.” Toro replied, “I’ve brought him.”
Toro opened the door and led me into the massive room. It looked like one of those en suite rooms in expensive five star hotels.
My eyes met instantly with Oshiro’s as I walked in. He was sat behind his desk, this time wearing glasses. It seemed like he was looking through some important documents. It was strange to see the boss of all these rowdy hooligans looking as ordinary as a business man. But the powerful aura was still sticking onto him like a leech. I watched as he removed his glasses, his eyes were dark green and still as merciless as I remembered them to be.
A mysterious smirk formed on his lips as he looked at me from top to bottom, “So this is him?”
I narrowed my eyes, questioning his intentions.
Toro nodded, looking only down at the floor due to respect, “Yes Oyabun, this is Kentaro Okada.”
Oshiro, placing the pen in his hand onto the desk, leaned back onto his chair, “So you’re telling me this pretty boy can fight? And one of the fiercest on top of that?”
I scowled. Pretty boy?
“That seems to be the case,” Toro bowed slightly.
Oshiro nodded and Toro turned towards me, “We’re recruiting you to be one of us. Do as we say and we’ll let the girl go.”
“What?” I frowned, taken aback by the unexpected request. I was even expecting to be killed tonight, but I had never imagined they would be recruiting me. I had no interest in joining the Yakuza whatsoever. There were promises that I had made to my mother… and I needed to keep them.
“I’m not interested,” I stated.
“Then the girl is staying with us.” Toro shot back just as fast.
I glared at him, “Why do you need me?!”
“Well, look who we have here…” A familiar voice sounded from behind me. We turned around to see Akira walk through the door, smirking.
I grunted. This was getting worse by the minute.
“Aren’t we being a little ungrateful?” He looked at me. This time he wasn’t looking too amused. His smirk was gone. “The boy who was meant to be a corpse right this minute is being offered a place in the Yakuza family, yet he’s declining.”
“Sorry for not leaping onto this golden opportunity, but I’d rather die than become one of you.” I hissed.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Akira sneered. “Finish him off Toro!!”
“Akira-san, we can’t do that! He’s-“
“Toro.” Oshiro suddenly interrupted before he could finish his sentence. His tone signalled a warning.
Toro bowed immediately, “Sorry.”
“Let him go… we’ll visit his home personally tomorrow.” Oshiro said, knowing that it would cause a pulse of alarm through my blood. “I’d like to meet his family.”