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Chapter 12: The Wedding

(Remo's Persepctive)

Normally we stay at a two star hotel when doing a job. But this is a normal situation. We're not doing an assassination or typical mercenary work. This week, we're going to a wedding. Not just a normal wedding. A big one.

It was why we were currently staying at a good hotel instead of those 2 star ones we usually frequently visited. In order to save costs we usually stayed in the same country so that we could easily meet up and go back to our hotel room. While it was more dangerous we had learned to cover our tracks well by making false bookings and cancelling them at the last minute. Usually we payed a small fine since we made sure that we cancelled at least two days in advance.

For mercenaries, like us, money was everything. We weren't going to hand it out so freely. Even if we had nearly a million US dollars under our bank accounts individually, none of us were going to spend it. There was no guarantee that we wouldn't need the money to bribe officials or by rare items. Especially now that we discovered the magical world. Items of said world appeared on the black market. The only problem was the fact that access to those items to muggles was incredibly expensive.

We wouldn't buy some of the items unless we needed it. At the moment we didn't but it was good to have some contacts.

Today was December 1st. We had booked reservations to the hotel for the entire week as several of the other leaders of the underground world were staying for an extended period of time. While the Shibuya Excel Hotel Tokyu was a fairly expensive our stay was comfortable. Room service was timely, the food was excellent and the café we frequently met many powerful people at had excellent beverages. The stay at the hotel would cost us $3500 dollars all together as we there was three of us in each room.

Nevertheless if the connections we made here were as credible as we believe, none of us would ever go hungry, even if we weren't hurting for cash at the moment. Hunger … was something we dealt with for two weeks. During our training Kadokechi placed food right in front of us and had soldiers beat us up if we tried to reach for it. It was the only kind of food and water in the room we were in.

I shuddered at the memory. Guiche took a quick glance at me. I nodded back at him showing that everything was alright. I could still vividly remember that session in our training. It was meant to break us, make us mouldable soldiers. It pretty much backfired. The training exercise was meant to make us more compliant to Kadokechi's orders as some of us were … less accepting of him. Apparently Kadokechi got tired of waiting for us to comply on to him. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for what Kadokechi has done for us. It's just that his methods were a bit … extreme.

Leopolo was the cause of that. All he wanted was a drink of water and was beaten back by the handlers. It pissed me off. The fact that we were starving in a rocky room with our handlers watching us 24/7. The floor had just recently been built and third rate meaning that it crumbled easily. That's when Ediz attacked. He snapped. Two weeks of eating nothing but fish guts and a few drips of water made him desperate. It made him hungry, pissed but most of all it reminded him of all the suffering he faced from his brothers.

Leopolo and Ediz always seemed to have a good relationship. It was how they fooled the handlers. While Leopolo was reaching for the glass of water only to be beaten back, Ediz acted. He grabbed a piece of broken rock and curled his tiny fist around it. He then jumped on top of the handler and beat his face to a bloody pulp with it. In my opinion it was either very brave or very stupid. Maybe both, nevertheless it worked. The guy stopped beating up Leopolo then and tried to attack Ediz.

I don't remember what happened then. Most things are fuzzy but the important things were crystal clear. All I remembered was rushing the handlers with all the others attempting to get some form of savage revenge. Starvation was starting to get to me back then and I didn't think clearly. I did remember the important things.

I tackled the handler to the ground, kicking him in the groin. What followed was a massive beat down. There's a saying:

Desperation only attracts vultures.

And sometimes when the animals get tired of vultures pecking on their desperation … they bite back. In this case I did it … literally. I clearly remembered biting down on the man's cheek and ripping it off. I remembered swallowing his flesh, glad that my hunger was stated but most of all I didn't regret anything. I was starving and there wasn't enough food on the plate for all of us.

I also remembered Leopolo and Harry holding down the other handler as Ediz beat him to the ground. I watched for a few seconds before Ediz had enough and smashed his stone into the man's face, caving his skull in. Minutes later we realized what Kadokechi had done to us. He had turned us into killers. At our feet were two dead men who we killed in anger, revenge and desperation.

He turned us into killers and that is something I couldn't believe. I couldn't believe that I had killed a person back then. I didn't want to. But I did. It was then my new life began. I accepted who I was. I tool and hired gun for Kadokechi. There would be no other place I could go now, no other place that would accept me. What would my family say?

But I couldn't help but feel grateful for what Kadokechi had done for me, saving me from the crutches of slavery. It was something I later learned. The men that were sent to watch us were part of an organized criminal organization. Each one of them had pissed off someone big and given to Kadokechi to dispose of. However the mob wanted justice and make an example of them.

Most of all the mob also wanted me. My father had been responsible for kidnapping a rich, wealthy woman named Filippo. The kidnapping went bad when my parents learned that the woman had connections to less than savoury elements of the world. I could have been sold into slavery, kidnapped, tortured into a sex slave. But I wasn't. Because Kadokechi gave me a choice and made a gamble with a devil.

He made a bet with the mob. If he could turn us into killers in less than a month, the mob would get one free hit and I wouldn't be enslaved. I knew this because my first employer explained the situation to me. Of course he didn't put Kadokechi in such a positive light. Chuckling a little internally, I remember how it took both Henrique and Guiche from making me attack Kadokechi when I got home.

He told me the truth. It was painful to hear him talk about my parents, it was disappointing and most of all it was pathetic. How could they screw up something so easily? But most of all I was grateful. Grateful that Kadokechi had save me.

It's why I worked for him. He was my father. Not by blood but by fire. He didn't kick me down unless me could make me stand up taller. He would beat me unless he needed me to be stronger. Every time and every moment was to make me a better person or at least someone that had a better chance of surviving the dark days.

Now that I know about secret societies I can't help but be glad. I might survive the coming war between the superpowers, magical and non-magical but most of all the coming war between the big three.

Today was the 4th of December. The day of the wedding and most likely one where history was going to be made. The marridge between two people of different ecthincitties was uncommon to say the least. The fact that they came form two completely different families and rival organizations showed the importance of this situation. If things went well there would a good, short peace between the Yakuza and the Triads.

I read the profile of both the groom and the bride like the rest of us. A wedding of such proportions would be a major target. We were risking our lives at the moment by showing up. But we couldn't back out now. Ediz had already accepted the invitation. I couldn't disagree with Harry though. If there was a chance Leopolo was alive I was going to take it.

There was a lot of shuffling in the train at that moment. Tokyo is cramped to say the least. I could barely make out my brothers from the crowd. The fact that they stood a foot shorter than most of the people here didn't help the slightest.

The trip to the Peninsula Tokyo would take only half an hour at most. Japanese train systems were incredibly efficient. They had to be. Otherwise it would be like Dhaka; crowdy, pathetic, corrupt and inefficient.

Eventually we reached our destination.

Together we entered the five star hotel that it was being held at, showing our invitations. The clerk didn't like the fact that we were carrying guns. The fact that a group of seven year olds entering a hotel alone and unsupervised would be irritating. It would make any employee cringe with annoyance since they would be wondering who would be the irresponsible parent. I could sympathize with the clerk at the front desk who was arguing with Harry.

I really could. Most seven year olds were brats to say the least.

"No I will not give up my weapons and neither would my crew," shot back Ediz obviously getting annoyed. It was demonstrated in his flawed Japanese.

"I assure you Chīsana otokonoko," replied the receptionist mildly, "You're weapons will be returned to you at your departure. This is standard procedure."

I heard Guiche snort in the background. I silently agreed. This clerk must be doing this a lot seeing her added irriation.

"And it is my procedure to carry my weapons with me at all times," growled Ediz.

He was definitely getting pissed. The clerk wasn't buying it. Once again she wasn't relenting. It was admirable but I had to agree with Ediz. We never gave up our weapons because of our jobs. It was a mistake to relinquish arms and mistakes were more often than not fatal. For a moment it seemed as though Ediz was about to shout at the clerk right before a security walked in.

"Let them go. Our security can more than handle six armed ten year olds," stated the clerk looking at us suspiciously.

I sighed in relief not even snapping at him for getting our age wrong. Ediz calmed down as well before thanking the male security guard.

"Mooshiwakearimasen," replied the male security guard before departing

The clerk gave us a scrowl before accepting our invitation.

Entering the dining hall the first thing I recognized was the sound. There was thousands, tens of thousands, of people here. Just how many came to the wedding. As if knowing my question Henrique whispered into my ear.

"20,000"

I could barely hear him from all the noise in the background. Still the number of people surprised me.

"Uncle Po sure has been busy," I stated. It was obvious. Giving and accepting heartfelt invitations to so many prominent people must have taking some time. I wasn't even sure if he did it alone either.

"Come on," tugged Harry pulling Guiche with him.

Taking our seats the six of us enjoyed the reception that was being held. It was the first time any of us had come to a wedding.

It was a Shinto kind of wedding. We had arrived half an hour early just as we had planned.

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

Leopolo had save my life nearly 10 times. I was dammed if I wasn't going to repay the favour.

"Nothing at the moment. Keep an eye on security though," whispered Harry.

Everyone except Ediz gave him a questioning look.

Ediz decided to explain ",The man was way to friendly with us at the counter. So the was the clerk. The fact that she asked us to give us our weapons shows that she was expecting something and that something is up. Most people wouldn't notice it but a mercenary always carries something on them. Photos, knives, smoke bombs whatever. Something is up here."

I eye both of them. So does Guiche who decides to speak up.

"Then how come no one else has noticed it or talked about it."

Ediz gave him a stare telling him to shut up which the French kid did.

"Because dumbass, these are gangsters. They're used to fighting civilians and rival gangsters. Most of them aren't even trained. If they were there would be more assault rifles here. None of these people are used to fighting soldiers on a full time basis. We are. That's why we can pick up these things. In our world there are two ways to die."

Guiche cut him off on his rant.

"Yeah I get it. Normal and abnormal."

Ediz continued to look at Guiche.

"How the fuck did you even survive Kadokechi's training?"

It was another thing I needed to tell you about Ediz. He liked to swear a lot. Make himself look big. That's because he was big. Of all of us Ediz was the most dangerous, the leader and he was the most paranoid.

"Because he's a snot nosed kid who can cook up sob stories on a minute to minute basis," piped up Henrique. Obviously he was trying to break up the tension before Ediz made a scene.

"And he's one cocky bastard," I added. Henrique winked at me before his face returned to it's stoic mask. Bastard now I have to talk to Ediz.

"Still keep an eye out on the staff and security. Just because this is a wedding doesn't mean it can't turn into a gunfight," reminded Ediz before looking at Guiche, "And no drinking."

Guiche winced ,"Okay. But for the record I hate you."

"Good." Answered Ediz.

I sighed. This was usually something that happened between the two. They hated each other. Getting up I decided I should take the initiative. You know get to know these people, have a plan to kill them if necessary and squeeze every last drop of information at the same time.

I easily got plenty of attention because of my silver hair. It was a side-effect for all of us from the radiation blast. I mingled at talked with the businessmen who treated me like a child, joked with the triads and discussed philosophy with the younger Yakuza. Even so I couldn't get anything out of them about Leopolo.

Slowly my hope was dwindling. This seemed like a waste of time in my opinion. I glanced at the clock. The speech would begin any moment now.

Eventually the others joined me.

"Anything?" questioned Ediz. He was all business today. His suit was tucked in tightly and he had sight scrowl to him. However given the fact that he was a seven year old and it didn't have much effect on most people unless they were about to die.

I counted 60 security guards and nearly 600 members of the catering staff.

Fuck this was a waste of time in my opinion. Normally I didn't swear but internally I was going to make an exception. Maybe Uncle Po had been pulling our legs today.

The Introduction speech began with the announcer describing the how the groom and bride came together. He went on about how this was a wonderful day of celebration

I didn't pay attention to him. Instead I continued to scan the catering staff. It was something we all were doing. Just then a waiter passed me. A strange smell entered my nose. Strangely familiar in my opinion. It was like something I had remembered a long time ago.

After the introduction speech finished the bride and groom entered. The groom bows to the Brides father who does so in return.

I don't care. At the moment I'm only paying partial attention to the ceremony. Most of my focus is on the staff. Something is off here.

After the exchange of sake cups, the Kanpai began.

I look down on the shoes of the staff. The long robes cover the shoes quite finely. In fact I didn't notice it at all as the clothes seemed to match the floor. Taking a quick peek over my shoulder and hear an audible click.

Safeties come off.

The catering staff pulled out pistols and started firing at the bride and groom first before moving on to the guests.

Even worse is the fact that the guards are gone. I was so focused on the staff that I didn't notice.

SHIT!

"Get Uncle Po out of here! Henrique follow Remo and Guiche!" shouted Harry taking command of the situation. I couldn't help but agree. Grabbing the man, me

Ediz on the other hand was shooting at the staff before turning over the table and turning it into cover.

(Harry's POV)

I know that I can deal with any man. Most men would be afraid at the moment. I've been in hundreds of gunfights in my short, exciting life. Fighting any other mercenary would go either way for said people. It was cockiness that caused defeat in most cases. But I'm not dealing with a human here or a wizard. In this case all my knowledge of fighting people goes out the door.

I'm fighting a demon now.

All my training. My hand to hand skill in Kyokushinkaikan Karate, Brazillian Jiu-Jitsu, Kung-fu and Muay thai and Gaidojuso goes down the drain. I'm facing someone here was a half wolf man. A werewolf. I'm fighting a werewolf at the moment, even if its not a full moon tonight.

"They're coming out of the walls" shouted Ediz over all the gunfire. At the moment we are the only two people fighting against an entire army. I bullet nearly pierces my rips. A 0.3 calibre weapon from what I can tell.

I don't let it distract me as I turn to the walls. Ediz is right. Things are coming out of the walls. Dead animated corpes. Body parts in all locations, blood spewing everywhere.

"I am the beginning and the end Raven," grins the Werewolf.

Cocky bastard. I fire my pistol knocking him back. I have to take Kadokechi for these new weapons.

"There's more!" shouted Ediz.

He's right. This doesn't look good. We're fighting what seems like an undead army in the middle of hotel. I just hope Remo, Henrique, Espen, Guiche and Po are alright. I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to them.

"Can't we even go to a wedding without it turning into world war 3!"

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Next Chapter:

"Who's Funeral is this"

"I haven't decided yet."