Mafia

by Riki

This fic settles in 21st century’s unverified grate city and tells a story of Gohda’s mafia family.

1. prologue

Summary:This fic settles in 21st century's unverified grate city and tells a short story of Gohda's mafia family. Hints of: M/M, M/F and M/M/F.

I took the liberty to make some changes:

Ms Kiku is 17 years old, Ms Yukihotaru 17,
Wang Xaiohai 19,
Kamadoma 20, Slug, Snake & Frog (all three) 20,

Ayame 23,
Rikimaru 25,
Kagami 26,
Tatsumaru 27, Tajima Eigoro 27, Onikage 27,
Hanbe Susaki 29,

Mr Echigoya 32,
Tesshu 35,
Mr. Gohda 35,

Genbu 41, Jinnai('s are) 41,
Mr Nasu 42,
Mr. Toda 44,
Ganda 45,
Wang Dahai 46,
Byakko 48,
Techibana Jubei 50,

Tenrai 66 and
Naotada Sekiya 69,

Mr Zennosuke 75,

Mei-oh ?

disclaimer:Tenchu or any of the characters are not mine. If I put something of my own in the mess, I'll let you know it.

Four shadows in city

Prologue

Bright sun shined from the gaps of betony bocks that lined the motor way. After the morning rush the cars got moving again and speeded on they way. Bridges laid down their slim shadows over the five lined road as it met an intersection.

After one of them a silvery white Mercedes-Benz joined down on the honking guess. It hustled trough the straight lines where ever it saw fit to move. Car was going over the speed limits but it moved like the driver was controlling the car in perfect stillness. The two it hold, the passenger and the driver sit in silence.

When the next intersection came across, the car braked heavily and switched lanes of the four to the first and moved away from the motor way. The white car headed towards the racy city centre.

It skirted red lights by turning on an alley that was nearly big enough for the car to fit. The passenger made a note it was actually his car on which she was driving. As it game around the corner the driver parked the car in a same kind of alley than across the road. The wheels stopped and the rims details shined beautifully in the morning sun.

They were on a back yard of an old decayed office building. Over fifty metres high building on which roof was displayed in violet the word 'Box travelling'. The building was no longer in use of anyone.

The white car stood in a few steps a way from red roadster. In the licence plate read; AZUMA1. It had been parked over the white lines and its nose pointed the other cars side.

"I donn like it..." Said the woman to a man sitting at her right side. "He should have not gone whit out us." She had honest worry in her voice.
"I agree... Let's take a look around..." The silver headed man said eyeing curiously the building.

The both doors rose up in unison like a birds wings. The woman was dressed completely in black and like in a twisted mirror image the man had white. Both wore long coats and sunglasses that made the recognising almost impossible. (An: Yes, I know, I know, but it's not QUITE like in Matrix)

He kicked the locked door open. The house was quiet. Not even a single rat squeaking. Bad sign she thought. The dust floated in the air after the door had fallen. They stepped in a small corridor that led in to a bigger one. They moved in a rush and the current of air shoved some of they clothes under the long jackets. They were very nicely dressed.

A pair door blocked their way. Both kicked the doors on their own side and it flew down in an awful noise. The same kind of dust floated in the same kind of slow way and it was again silent.

Two stairways leading in different directions. They both took their own path.

She was walking a head on the corridor carefully; her heals not making a sound. There was another stair way at the end. They would never find him if it was going to be this slow. There were at least a ten more floors above with a twenty doors in each. She creased her speed pulling her self up the stairs whit her hand covered by the leather clove.

The second floor was as empty as the first. She headed for the other stair across the hall, but stopped in the middle. Stepping back she reached the door handle. The clock snatched and she let the door slide open. A cat jumped out on to the balcony. The room was small and had only a one door and window. Dry paint raffled off the wall as the air run freely to the corridor.

Her phone rang and she picked it up of her pocket. "What? ...I'm coming..." She didn't bother to check if the cat had company in the balcony.

At the other end of the storage like building the silver headed was running up the stairs. His full-long jacket fluttering behind his legs. He had a one floor to go, but stopped. This floor was different.

Huge hall opened behind the huge pillars. He was sure he had heard something. Slowly he draws himself back and pulled a Desert Eagle under his coat. Other side of the pillars was a blood red carpet. It covered the floor in line to line until the next line of columns. There was no one.

He ran over the floor and peaked in the next hall. The hall was exactly the same than before. Until he saw the red pack on the red carpet and recognized it.

There was no-one else as he crouched next to him. The body was at it's side and it's back towards him. He took hold of the shoulder to turn him in his back and suddenly the body couched. "...Tatsumaru...?" He asked the babbly beaten pack of broken bones, blood and clothes. "Hold on... we're going to get you out of here..." He took his phone but the other stopped him putting a hand to his whist.

The man on the ground shook his head slowly, saying that it was a temp to fail. He had been shot in the chest and the blood was every where. His chest was unrecognizable mass of red meat. It was too late and only now the silver headed started to admit it. He looked over to his wrecked body in awe. Who could have done this, he thought.

"Rikimaru..."
"What?" The silver headed said his voice having a light shiver. He took of his sunglasses and looks his friend in the eyes.
"Take care of The Gohda's ... and look after her... she's... too wild headed..."

"Of course I will...!"
"...Good... you know... wha'd I mean..." He said and his head fell back nerveless.

He closed his eyes whit his hand rose up from the body putting the gun back to its casing. She walked in the room. He was watching his lifeless corps or that what was left of it. His red jacket had been tossed in the corner and the black shirt he still wore was soaked whit blood and had rifts all over. It wasn't a pretty sight to see.
"Oh..."

Rikimaru turned to Ayame. His white jacket was stained in blood. Ayame walked to them not moving her eye's from the spot he laid. Before she could see his face behind Rikimaru, he had taken of his bloody cloves and gently stopped her.
"He's...?" And he nodded. "Leg go..." And so he did.
Ayame could only be thankful for her classes that Rikimaru didn't see her watery eyes.

Just when he thought that the killer would be far away by now he saw steel pipe aiming them. Before he had time to act upon it the blast echoed in the air. That moment everything stretched slowly.

He saw how Ayame was turning to look over the columns where the shot game from.

Don't let it hit her, his mind screamed when he heard another blast.

He could jump a side and kill the shooter, he still had time. But would she avoid the bullet?

She looked over to him, still turning; she had no intentions to jump aside.

Better to be me than her, he thought and jumped in front of her pulling her on the ground.

Ayame woke up realizing what he was doing, but it was too late.

He had been already hit.

She pulls the gun out of his pocket and shoots two shots on which other hits the column and shatters the wood in pieces and other in thin air.

The shooter was gone.

Ayame opened her eyes second later lying on the floor on her back. She felt his weight and touched his back. "...Rikimaru...!?" He didn't move.

It had been a week now. Sun wasn't shining anymore. It was raining on a crave yard. The priest was standing in front of the hole and reading the prayer in the bible. The priest asked if anyone wanted to say something about the desist. No-one stepped forward. What could have anyone said about ordinary contract killer.

It was a lot that this kind of funerals were been hold for him. He had had no blood relations to Gohda or anyone big enough. But Gohda was fair man; he remembers that Tatsumaru had actually saved his live a few times.

Rikimaru stood next to her holding the umbrella. His left hand was in sling. Mr. Gohda and his daughter Kiku where right next to them, maybe standing a bit closer of the priest. Other bodyguards around them and other bodyguards that weren't there for them. Gohda had invited his associates and it was up to Ayame and Rikimaru to see if anyone of them seemed especially ill at ease. Well, they all seemed thrust rated, Ayame thought.

Some one was babbling in a low voice in the back line about who where they burying and why they had been invited in to a hit mans burial.

The rain just kept coming down harder. People waiting to got off this god forsaken ground. Rikimaru quietly gave the umbrella to Ayame, he was answering to his cell phone.

He listened for a while and closed it. He reached to Mr. Gohda's shoulder and whispered something to him. Gohda seemed to understand and nodded. One of the guards left whit him. Ayame saw by the corner of her eye how Rikimaru jumped in his car and it drove away disappearing in the dark-blue rain. Ayame whished she could have done the same.

The memorial service was hold in the parishes' estates. It was a nice and old fashioned building next to the church and the grave yard. A large gazebo where the gentility used to hold rain when hunting foxes.

There was more people in the memorial service than had been on the graveyard. The waiter served brandy to the guests to warm them up. They haven't even been outside.

Ayame stood near the big windows holding a class of her own. Stupid, fat, bitches... She thought. People like Mr. Jinnai & Co. where here just to get contacts and eat. Even Dr. Kimaira was trying his best to make himself apart of the group. Gohda, Tenrai and Toda were sitting all by them selves. Not any one of the guest had got any business to that table. They were the great three. She didn't bother to get social, even as it was her day off. But she kept an eye over the Gohda's. She took a sip of the brandy.

"Ayame... I'm so sorry... It must have been terrible..."
He was wearing plain ordinary monkey suit whit it black suit and white shirt, not even a tie. Ayame glanced over his outfit. "...It still is... Onikage... By the way... Where is Mr. Hell-god? Why, did he send his dog instead...?" Ayame was revering the head of the Toda family. The old man; who everyone had waited to kick the bucked for hall a century. He had truly earned his nickname.

"Well, the dog wanted to see how are you coping?"
"I'm fine."

Yes I can see that, he thought, metering her slim figure in a little black dress.

"Listen... Aya..." he carefully leaned closer to her ear just so she wouldn't smack him. "If, you need pit of comfort ..." Whit out anyone taking it to notice he moved his hand to her legs and up the thighs. "...I would be very willing to give it to you..." His hand now on her hip, clenching her more demandingly than his words were applying.

"Very kind of you to be offering your help so unselfishly..."
"Isn't it?" Disappointed he let his hand fell from her waist, but smiles to her.
"Maybe after I have shot my self in the head..." She saw Kiku eyeing them and pushed the half empty class to him. "Excuse me..."

Mr. Gohda was still talking whit some of his colleagues, when Ayame reached Kiku.
"Who was that?"
"Who...?"
"The man who practically drooled in your bra?!"
"Oh... He's... trouble..."

Mr Gohda said over Kiku's shoulder: "We're leaving." He continued along the corridor Kiku and Ayame fallowing plus two body-guards.

Ayame was about to open the door to the limousine.
"Ayame" Gohda said.
"Yes?"
"Let him do it, you are not on a duty today."
"Yes...sir"

The driver who was one of the guards opened the door for them to get in. It was late afternoon, but immediately Gohda started talking in a cell phone and looking some figures in his laptop. Sekiya sat quietly next to Gohda like he had been sitting there the whole time of the burial. He waited patiently Gohda to get of the phone so he could brief him about the past two hours.

The white limousine curved to the gate of Gohda's mansion.

Ayame sat on her room's window sill. The sky was roaring as dark as before and water was coming down so fast that the whole house hummed.

Her high heeled shoes were carelessly situated at the corner of her enormous bed. The three had lived nearly like they would have been a part of the Gohda-family. All three had separate bedrooms and one communal lobby. One room was as big as one-person-flat.

She had been crying, but the bottle of alcohol she had drunk during the past five hours had suffocated the tiers. She wasn't very much drunk. She just spends her time waiting for him to come home. And finally the car lights hit the second floor window.

Ayame walked to the corridor and into Rikimaru's room, which still was empty. She put the lights on and left the door open.

Here was a picture on the wall that got her attention. It had been taken three or four years ago. In the picture were the three. Kiku had taken it. Ayame slipped her finger over Tatsumaru's face.

Rikimaru parked his Mercedes in the garage among the other twenty vehicles. The engine stooped running when he turned the key. He takes a look over his left side in a dim hall and sees that AZUMA1 is parked at its usual place. Like nothing had happened.

Live didn't feel that much different. Not yet at least. I t felt more like that he would emerge in any second back in to their lives.

flashback
Tatsumaru was sitting next to him in his car. He was reading something when Rikimaru parked the car on the road ahead of the Gohda's mansion. Tatsumaru put the magazine away and looked what was he staring at the mansions yard.

When he noticed it, he was already saying it:
"God... I want her..."
"Who? ...Ayame?" Tatsumaru looked to the yard once more just to make it sure. "Hhmmm... I think I want her too..." He kept on reading his magazine.

"She's got someone... from another house..." Rikimaru took of his sunglasses and leaned to the wheel.

"Ayame always has someone."
"She had a crush on you... about... ten years ago?" He said lightly.
"Well, that doesn't do much, apparently -he's- pretty amazing?"

Ayame was playing crochet on the loan whit Kiku. Kiku seemed to be babbling again. A black mini Volkswagen turned in to the gate. The car was dirty and had a few bumps here and there. Ayame ran next to it when the window opened.

"Speak of the devil..." Tatsumaru said.
"...Would she care for us both...?"
"Dunno... maybe... or would just feel disgusted about the very least idea..."

Ayame noticed the two sitting in the car. Tatsumaru grunted. "At least she wants us both baby-sitting..."
They drove in the yard and the black car drove off. The windows were darkened so they couldn't see who was whit her. Kiku was already waiting for them at the yard looking impatient. The other was by now rising up from the car when Tatsumaru started it again:
"We should test it... the idea, if she likes it or not"

Rikimaru sat back and thought of it. "Like how in hell we're going to do that?"

Rikimaru walked up to the stairs on the second floor. He only had to push the door a little and it opened and he closed it behind him. Like he had guessed Ayame was in the room. It was a very late midnight and she still wore the slightly crumpled black dress, sleeping on his bed.

He throbbed his wet jacket on the floor, was about to go and have a shower and change his wet clothes when he heard, she wasn't a sleep.

"Where have you been?" She asked rising to lean her elbows.
"I went to see Tesshu"
"Why wasn't he at the grave?"
"...You know why... If they just had known him... like we did."

He sat on the bed next to her feet. She laid back, straightening her hair. "I miss him..."
"I miss him too..."

She looked over to his back and saw the tribes that the water had made in his shirt. "Go in the shower before you catch something."

I will, I will" He sighted and walked towards the bathroom. In a minute she could hear the water running.

memorising
Where was I... I whished the earth had swallowed me right there and then. I really need to learn to knock before I rush in to a room! And I even wasn't the one who had been caught, should I say, pants down. And it was like they waited if I would run of the room screaming my head off. Well, by then... It was too late to run and hide, pretend I didn't have eyes or had lost my sight just before rudely stepping in.

They really looked hot. I mean, when I fished my jaw up, I actually clenched my teeth together so fast that the bone clanked. I turned my back to them trying to make a leave, but somehow either one of them confined me to stay. I was talking non-stop, can't even remember all the things I was saying. Tatsumaru was obviously getting up from the chair.

I shut my eyes just to find a witch in my brain to shut down my mouth. Hiding the live few was like watching the whole encounter whit reverse. Oh... I have to rememorize it so I'll never ever forget it. Those two, big macho killers... No-one would believe if I would some day share it... Not that I would... Sitting in a chair, Tatsumaru on Rikimaru spread legged... Hhmmm, somehow I had thought it other way around... not that I had...of course... They kissed all most violently totally halting the moment and hadn't probably notice me if I hadn't made, that loud clank.

Me stumbling in to the room didn't get them at all bothered or even cooled off. Tatsu asked me why I looked so awed, he had a wrong tone... I felt kind of hurted, then I didn't know why, now I do... I explained, drying to feel relieved that I wouldn't have to be uncertain about them anymore, as I hadn't got the obvious to compete of either one... We had just fought that night. Me and... my boyfriend ...felt pretty damn lousy and lone.

I remember Rikimaru whispering. "Stay whit us then...?"
I wasn't sure was he making a joke and I said; "Look... I care you both too much, so don't you dare to make a joke on me..." Tatsumaru looked me gently coming closer to me. "We're not..."

Ayame heard him put off the shower. She shook the thoughts off her head and left before he came back.

Rikimaru had pulled on his pyjama pants and was drying his hair in a towel. He looks over the bed to find it empty. There was a dent in the blanket. Touching it he fined it to be still warm. He laid back on it closing his eyes.

memorising
I felt so jealous. For both maybe. I have rarely seen something that would have irritated and aroused me as much. But I just kept on sitting in my chair, leaning back and enjoying the show as much as I could.

Tatsumaru at least was having his fun. He kept his hands on her slender waist while still kissing her. God's sake! I remember thinking, let her breathe. I would have wanted to go to them. Touch her more gentle than he had, kiss her teasingly until she wouldn't have it anymore, make her moan my name time after time... I was blinded by my thoughts. Patiently I waited for her to tell me... Did she want me? I earned for her so much, like man dying on thirst for the last drop of water. If she would have wanted I would have been satisfied, just to watch.

Small, soft mew escaped of her. It had got uncomfortable to fallow along. I'm not sure which one of them did the turning around, when she moved her back against Tatsu's chest, facing me. Her lips were puffed up and light red. I could never forget the way the two looked at me. It was the first time she had ever looked me like that. I dunno where she found it or had it always been there.

Or maybe it was because of Tatsu. He kissed her neck leaving bite marks, like he wanted to mark her for us.

Ayame accepted me slowly. Don't know was it about her own insecurity about having me or just away to teas me in the lines of madness. I felt Tatsu moving against her.

I would have never believed that she would have been willing to do something like it. Have to admit, it felt kind of strange, but never wrong. Funny, how I had butterflies in my stomach, like as a young boy.

She fluffed my hair and reached for my mouth and finally claimed what she so eagerly seemed to want. She was so relaxed between me and Tatsu, like she had always belonged there.

Me and Tatsu, we were both holding her, undressing her. Tatsu pulled down her panties, but I was the first to touch her. She breathed in at my touch as I reached her warmness whit my hand. I'm sure she would have throbbed on the floor if she wasn't holding on to me so tightly. Tatsu begged for some attention and so he started to undress me. She like it and took a pause just to watch us. And then she asked it.

Could she have us both in the same time... My mind was going into a splendid overdrive. I saw Tatsumaru looking at me behind her back. I thought he had seen me smirk, bit terrified. "Sure you can handle us both...? She turned away from me, to him. "Well...we never know, if we wont try and...?"

Somehow we managed to stumble in Tatsu's bed. She lay between us at her side. Unexpectedly she turned a side so she was face to me. It was better, have to admit. Anyhow, I wonder was it her first time whit two man. We enjoyed us much as she did, it was a wonderful feeling. Tatsu rubbing against my tender flesh, when we were inside of her. We all packed together tighter. Oxygen was low. Hands and feet and flesh struggling.

I couldn't get enough of her. Soon after I claimed her by my self. He watched us. Wonder what he was thinking. I released and he took my place. They were beautiful. She was beautiful.

We all stayed there, she divided between us.

Tatsumaru fell a sleep and she was making plans to leave as she was collecting her clothes off the floor. "Where are you going?" I asked and she said. "Let him sleep..."

She fell when she stepped on her sleeve and laughed to herself. Together we managed to stumble in the corridor and I neaerly fell down myself. She was lauhing even more and to me this time, but I didn't care.

I just had to quiet her down so the whole house wouldn't wake up and kissed her on the lips. She pulled me in her room.

That wasn't the last time we cheated Tatsu. I quess he knew, but didn't said anything. We just never talked about it...

Ayame jumped to her own bed letting the air run out of her lungs. Why he had to die, she thought. Still wearing her skirt she knew she had to get up and change. The bed felt as warm and comfy as a lovers embrace. The rain plashed on the window.

She thought about Onikage's offer and fined her self thinking that it had been over a week since she had had any of it. Bitter sweet memories eat her. She would have to talk to Rikimaru tomorrow. They couldn't protect Gohda's whit a help of a few clumsy guards. She would call Tesshu tomorrow; he might knew someone who they could trust.

Mr. Gohda was loosing it, she thought. He had never been as strong and sharp as his father. Still many believed he was the one who called all the shots. It wasn't so. Only five had known that, now only four, she hoped.

And of course another matter that was yet to be unsolved was the murder of Tatsumaru.