Grand Theft Auto: Tokyo 2008
My hands were shaking as I held the gun in my hand. I had killed a man, my father told me to do it. I wanted it to go away, to wake up, and this moment to all be a dream. But that would never happen. My father was a Yakuza, and now, so was I.
My name is Kenshin Takao, and my story is now.
3 days later...
It was all over the news. The victim was a known criminal, famous in America, especially in Liberty City. He was a hitman by the name of Claude Speed. He did some work for our branch in America, even helped us win a war with the Colombian Cartel. But the war started because of him. When he killed the Oyabun of our branch in Liberty, Kenji Kasen, we declared war on the Cartel, and eventually won at some cost. But this was a set-up to help us get to him. We tried to kill him before, but he killed the assassins, and we lost track of him. It took us 7 long years, but we found him. My father is the leader of the Goto Clan, and he got me into the business, even though my mother didn't want me to get involved. I don't consider her my mother though. Why does she say my father is a bad man? He only kills people who have it coming. And for my first assignment, he wanted me to kill him at his hideout in the Shinjuku district. He had hideouts all over the world, but he figured we would never even know he was here. He was wrong.
I was walking to school, because I was only 17. I go to a public school, because my father says," Why should I send you to a private tutor, when you won't be going to college anyway? It is a waste of money." Money. That was what was most important to him, more important than family or friends. He believed that he should be the king of the world, because he is one of the most powerful Yakuza in the world. But if the Yakuza are so powerful, why can't they stop the Triad from driving them out?
I was still wondering, when a known gang member and bully known as Shin Haruko walked up to me. He said mockingly ," Hey Mr. Yakuza. oohhh, I'm so scared of you!"
I said," You should be." Then he tried to intimidate me." Now give me your lunch money, before I punch your face in." I replied, " Fuck off." His friends started chuckling, and he was pissed. He shouted " Die motherfucker!", but before his large fist could even connect, I thrusted a pocket knife into his chin, killing him instantly.
to be continued...