The Art of War
I do not own Durarara! I wish I could have at least the light novels... I hate Orihara Izaya, and I want to have his babies.
Prologue
Kobe City, evening.
In the heart of the wealthiest neighborhood stood an impressive mansion, it had a Showa period style, with a huge garden and even an artificial lake. The household- which was usually very noisy and boiling with energy- on that day was disturbingly quiet. A man in his early 50s was kneeled down in a dim lit room. His features were sharp and masculine; his grey hair fell upon the height of his shoulders. Probably his most outstanding characteristic was the scar under his right eye but also the dragon tattoo in his left wrist.
Overall, the man had an extremely dangerous aura surrounding him. His name was Okamoto Kazuo- the Oyabun of the Yoshida-gumi, one of the most powerful Japanese underground organizations. Its branches extended deeply from the congress to weapon trafficking, from family restaurants chains to high class brothels and even in the fashion industry. The group's activities were legal just as they were illegal, which granted them an air of legitimity in front of the authorities. The family head donned a traditional robe and had many subordinates at both of his sides, serious expressions on their faces.
Okamoto took slowly a sip of his tea and made a signal to the man close to the door who quickly went out of the room. Some seconds passed and he reentered the room followed by a young looking girl. She was wearing a white blouse and black elegant suit pants. It was maybe a very western outfit for that precise setting, although she didn't seem out of place. Her stealthy footsteps gave her a feline air as she approached the clan boss. The girl bowed respectfully in front of her superior and proceeded to kneel down, facing the man who saved her life many years ago.
"Katagi", he spoke with a calm voice, "there's no one in this entire organization that is more capable than you for the mission I will now assign you".
She listened attentively without daring to say anything just yet, and trying to suppress a small smile for the previous compliment.
Okamoto continued, "I'm pretty sure you remember Orihara Izaya. That informant from Shinjuku who declined our offer several months ago. He is also responsible for the incident with the Dojin-kai", he said the last part rather lightly but his eyes held strong contempt.
Upon hearing this, instantly all of her muscles tensed up. Rage filled her body, she squeezed her fists forcefully but her serene expression didn't change for one second.
"Shall I finish him off, master?" she asked with a clear and strangely calm voice. However the fierceness in her eyes betrayed her standoffish façade.
"Not only that, Katagi" he replied "If a simply flea like him believes he can mock the Yoshida-gumi and get away with it, then this entire group would turn into a laughing stock. We aren't at the top for leaving people like him unpunished. So, I want you to give him a little lesson" Okamoto suddenly stopped and the corners of his thin lips curved upwards. "I want you to make his miserable existence a living hell".
He sipped his tea again and then added, "you will make him wish he was dead and finally when that happens, you will kill him".
Katagi nodded solemnly and while the boss explained her the details, her mind begin to wander with the memories of the incident. After that, she was given permission to retire from the room. The corridor had many men standing side by side. One of them named Seichiro spoke to her, "so you're finally gonna get your revenge, huh?". He crossed his arms and arrogantly said, "lucky day for you".
She didn't even stop to face him properly and kept walking with strides full of confidence and resolution. When she finally got to her room, she shut the door savoring the quietness of the place. A smile bursting with satisfaction appeared in her face.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
Next: Chapter 1
God's being watched
A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first DRRR! fanfic, I'm so excited :D I've been thinking of uploading this story for a while now, i'ts just that I've started college last week and I've been busy as hell. Anyway I'll try to update this as frequently as I can but I am determined to finish this fic even if I die in the process. Well I hope you guys like it. English is not my first language so bear with me, yes? Also, let me know what you think, any suggestion will be appreaciated.
Have a lovely day.
