Author's note: Since there seems to be an extreme deficit in Wick-flicks (as I've seen it expressed in the comments for other works), I figured I could make a contribution of my own. It doesn't directly involve Jonathan though, but I gave it a shot.


The text message came just as dawn broke over the already bustling streets of Osaka. With a groan, Ooe Yuji picked up the burner cell phone on his bedside table, knocking over an empty bottle of whiskey in the process. His sleepy eyes squinted at the screen as he flipped it open, and once he read the message, flung the covers off and began packing.

There were only three things: John Wick. 14 million dollars. Excommunicado.

"Wick-san, what have you done?" He muttered to himself. Once preparations were finished, he called the front desk he was checking out right now and needed transportation to the airport as well as an appointment with the owner, greatly stressing its urgency.

John Wick. Baba Yaga. The Devil. The Boogeyman. The man, the myth, and the living legend of all contract killers in his time. And the man that saved his life. Yuji only ever met John thrice in his entire life. Once as a child, another as a teenager, and the third time at his wife's funeral. Those three meetings changed everything for him. Although John told him not to, Yuji always thought of the man as his teacher, his savior. A man who changed his fate for the better.

"Dammit." He whispered as he sank back into the first-class leather seat of the plane to JFK International Airport.

A contract. An open contract that had gone international to everyone. Everyone. Yuji was baffled. Open contracts in and of themselves were nothing special. It was first come, first served, and winner takes all, but this was something that he would not have dreamed of to come true.

Hunting down John Wick as an excommunicated man from the Continental. He was now without weapons, support, or a safe haven.

There were various rules members must adhere to, but only four would incur the penalty of excommunication and subsequent execution: dishonoring the marker, killing its holder, fleeing from it, and conducting "business" on Continental grounds. Whoever wanted him dead was anybody's guess.

While he knew not of the details, upon instinct Yuji knew. John's actions were strictly and purely personal. The John Wick he knew was a man of focus, commitment, and sheer will that would make steel seem like balsa wood. He would never let emotions or personal relations cloud his judgement, let alone slow him down. Not in this line of work. That was why Yuji regarded him as the best.

With nothing to do for another twelve hours above the clouds, Yuji closed his eyes and steadied his breathing as the saxophone loosened a shrill note into his ear.


Many men and women of all ages and nationalities were present at the Continental Hotel. Some were conversing, others reading, or fidgeting with their phones in the lobby. All of them were well-dressed, all except Yuji, whose casual attire of boots, cargo pants, tanktop and a large mods coat lined with fur was out of place, leading to several pairs of eyes staring at him.

Without giving them a second thought, Yuji strolled towards the bald, bespectacled concierge in an ever-crisp suit staring down at the computer screen through his gold-rimmed glasses. There was no nameplate pinned to his jacket, but he knew exactly who he was: Charon. "Good afternoon, Mr. Ooe," his deep, accented voice greeted. "It is a pleasure to see you again, sir. I understand you wish to meet the owner on an urgent matter?"

Yuji nodded.

"He will be available for dinner. I have you for three nights."

"That's correct." Yuji pushed a stack of six gold coins towards him. "But depending on business, I may extend my stay here."

"Of course, sir." After several rapid clacks of the keyboard, Charon handed a keycard in exchange. "Room 622. Your bespoke suit will be ready shortly. Do enjoy your stay."

"Thank you. Oh, and is the sommelier in?"

"Always, sir. Always." His lips curved into the faintest smile.

With a nod, Yuji walked off to his room. He always liked the Continental Hotel no matter which branch it was. The bed was large and just the right consistency, the view was good, the food was amazing, and the place had this scent of comfort that no other establishment seemed capable of providing. Once his suit arrived――which took exactly ten minutes to deliver after he entered the room――Yuji quickly changed into it. It was Italian-made like John's, only without the waistcoat and the monochromatic color palette. He certainly did admire how the man carried himself and his sense of fashion, but not the significantly lacking variety in color. It was navy blue with a red tie. After a few adjustments with the tie's knot, he took the elevator and headed towards the lounge.

Winston was sitting quietly in a corner with a book in hand and a cup of steaming coffee. "Ah, Mr. Ooe. A pleasure to see you again. You've grown." He extended a hand with a smile as he stood up

Yuji shook the hand firmly and bowed his head. "And you, Mr. Winston, you continue to age well in good health." Though he did not mention it, he could not help but notice the significant increase in the grayness of Winston's hair. "I would like to thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice. I hope you can forgive me if I have inconvenienced you."

"Oh no, no. No need to be so apologetic, young man." Winston waved his hand dismissively as he removed his glasses and sat back down. "Though I do appreciate your courtesy. Please sit. Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden visit? If memory serves, your area of operation never strayed too far from home."

"This visit is more of a….personal nature."

"You are aware aiding and abetting Jonathan will incur penalties of its own upon you?"

"Yes, but that is not my intention. I just would like to know what happened to him. What lead to….this."

"The nature of another man's marker is confidential, but what I can say is that the late Mr. D'Antonio had caused…quite the grievance to Jonathan during his time, to say the least. Burned his home to the ground and took a bullet in the head for the trouble right here in this lounge, if you believe it."

He did. Thing were finally starting to make sense. A marker was involved. Something that allowed the holder to ask one that owed him or her to do whatever was desired irrespective of anything. A leash that dragged him back into the life he left. "I see. And the bounty on his head is still valid?"

"Very much so. No news of the account being closed. Not yet, anyhow. You know how these organizations work. No one would ever let him get away with killing their leaders, not the way Jonathan did. You know this best, I believe. You've honored a mark for a High Table member before. Twice."

Yuji nodded in agreement. "One more thing. I would appreciate it if you could send this to the members of the High Table. The sooner the better." He set an unsealed letter down in front of Winston and gently pushed it forward, along with thirteen coins. "I know it would not mean much to Mr. Wick and it most certainly will not excuse me for what I am about to do. But regardless, I would like my intentions to be properly understood."

"Naturally. I will have a courier take this to them on the hour, then."

"Thank you, sir."

"In the meantime, would you like something to drink?"

"May I have what you are having then, please?"

With a quick nod, a waitress came by with a cup of coffee and set it down in front of Yuji. Winston and he raised the cups in silence. To John Wick.

Once Yuji finished his drink, he left with a bow to Winston. Winston carefully pulled the letter out of the envelope and smiled a little. It was made of rice paper, the letter written with a brush and ink.

This is a declaration of intent so as to clarify my intentions.

Although I bear no ill will to the distinguished members of the High Table, I will commence to harass and dismantle the Camorra's operations wherever they are active in every way possible in retaliation to what was done to Mr. John Wick ex post facto the honoring of his marker owed to the late Mr. Santino D'Antonio. The attacks will cease immediately when the bounty on Mr. John Wick is retracted.

Until then, your blood will continue to fill my gourd.

酒呑童子

"Jonathan, you better appreciate this." Winston whispered to no one in particular. "The blood-drunk demon is trying to save you."


Opening a door on the lobby floor, Yuji stepped into a room filled with shelves and tables with silk tablecloths adorned with lacing. Bottles of wine of every kind imaginable were kept there along with wine glasses. "Mr. Ooe." The Sommelier bowed before putting a pistol back on the shelf with the others. "How may I be of service today?"

"I believe there's something kept on the shelf for me. From Russia."

"Russia, Russia…ah, yes." Her face brightened, realizing what Yuji was talking about. She hurried back behind the counter and pulled out a small case. Undoing the latch, she revealed a revolver. "The MP412 REX. I must admit, I was quite surprised to see this particular breed. Very rare."

"It was a special order."

"Ah. What's next?"

"Something sleek and sharp."

"Hmm….The CZ SP-01 Shadow. A Czech varietal with options of a bayonet attachment underneath."

"Perfect. Any recommendations for something smooth but holds the element of surprise?"

"Of course. The MP7A1." She presented proudly. "14.96 inches in length, custom trigger, textured grips and a threaded barrel for a suppressor if necessary. Options for twenty, thirty, or forty round magazines."

Taking the weapon into his hands, Yuji inspected it, pulling the trigger, operating the safety as well as the collapsible foregrip and retractable stock, and nodded in satisfaction. "I also want dessert."

"Ah, yes. You have quite the sweet tooth, I'm told." Producing a box with several drawers, she revealed a selection of knives from OTFs, switchblades, karambits and a modern adaptation of the kris. "Our finest cutlery, all fresh off the stone."

Yuji picked up a trench knife without hesitation.

"Excellent choice, sir. Shall I have everything sent to your room?"

"Please." With a smile, he put down a stack of a dozen coins in front of her. It was almost time for war.