The Lost Brother
By Darkfire78
All characters belong to Marvel Comics, except OC's which are of my own creations.
[PROLOGUE]
Kyoto Japan
9:00PM EST, May 1, 2015
The stars were shining brightly in the night sky. The cherry blossoms were dancing in the winds, embarking on a journey that they would never return from. Through the clouds, a silver and white shape begins to descend from the skies to the waiting earth below.
The Eclipse 550 came to a slowing stop on the private airstrip. Waiting there on the tarmac were five men of Japanese descent. Four were wearing finely tailored black suits, while the oldest of the group wore a brown, deep blue, and forest green traditional kimono. Armed with SMG'S, the four men stood behind the man, while his arms were crossed within his dark sleeves. The two katanas on his hip were well within reach if need be.
The folding steps lowered, and down them came an older man with short reddish brown hair wearing a smug grin. Standing five foot, eleven inches, he was somewhere in his fifties, and in peak physical condition. You could tell not only from his private jet, but his expensively tailored black suit that he was a man of power, money, and privilege.
As if that will help them, he thought as he walked up to the men, noticing their weapons at the ready. He stopped before the older gentleman in the kimono whom bowed deep, and returned the gesture. His luggage was taken over to the black town car parked on the side and placed in the trunk by two of the armed guards.
"I hope your flight was uneventful."
"We were not picked up on your government's radar if that is what you mean."
"Indeed."
"As much as I enjoy our little talks Hiro-san, I want to know if my money was well spent. I spent a small fortune and I believe it is time to see if my investment has brought fruit.", the American said walking beside the smaller Japanese man.
"After many years, we have found him. He has been in the mountains of the Iga Prefecture for the past twenty-two years.", the older man replied.
"How are you sure it is him?"
"We tested a sample of his blood against the DNA sample you supplied. It is a 100% match."
"How did you get a blood sample from the target?"
"You do not understand. He has been living in the Minimoto Temple since he was a child. He has studied the martial arts since he could walk. It was not easy for my men to infiltrate the Temple grounds. Five of my men did not return. The only reason reason why we retrieved the blood sample was from one of my fallen men. The blood was on his blade that he had the presence of mind to pass on to another before he fell."
Not only a martial artist, but isn't afraid to take a life? This keeps getting better and better. No, I need to change my plans. Perhaps this can work out to my benefit.
Getting into the backseat of the black town car, the American continued to process the information he had just been informed. Hiro Tanagwa slid into the seat beside him, removing his swords from his waist. His guards got into the black Range Rover. The American, finally done formulating his plan, turned to his "friend" and said, "Take me to him."
"Did you not hear what I said? He is untouchable. We cannot get to him."
The American leaned in towards Hiro, a sadistic and sinister evil grin lighting up his face. "Leave it to me."
Hiro Tanagwa leaned back in his seat, and swore to himself that he should never have done business with the American. The American however, just leaned back in his seat, and readjusted his silk green tie. Pouring a glass of sake for himself, he gestures towards Hiro. The older Japanese man shakes his head and tells the driver to begin their journey to the Iga Prefecture.
The coward, after my business is done at this temple, I may have to terminate our partnership, the American thinks to himself as he slams back his sake and pours himself another. The town car pulls off, followed by the Range Rover, headed towards the mountains of the Iga Prefecture.