Chapter 18: crossing the gangsters path / Yakuza 1

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Hey lovelies,

Here's Yakuza's chapter, I don't know if it'll turn out right but here I go.

Read, review and enjoy as well as vote on the poll.

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Ps: I'm working on a new chapter for Shizuo's rose now as well, because I've neglected that story, and I'm working on a fury's butterfly too, so take a peek and enjoy them as well, let me know what you think of them in the review sections.

Wisteria's POV:

It had been a few weeks but to my relief and the relief of Snape and Michi, Osoro made a gradual recovery and was now back at school, and was making steady progress on his catch up work alongside the rest of his work, so I was generally happy in that aspect of my life but there were other aspects that I wasn't happy, one in particular was Iba, I was still so angry with him for abandoning me and for his sudden return to my life, I truly didn't know what to think any more, I mean, he sounded sincere, but then he always did even back then, part of me wanted to remain angry at him and another wanted to accept him with open arms. Suddenly my train of thought was broken when I stupidly walked right into the back of some one.

"ow! Watch it! Nerd" Said a distinctly male voice, causing me to look up to see a taller boy, with a second-year uniform on (same uniform only with a two in roman numerals on the collar), other than that he looked like a reject from the musical grease or jailhouse rock, it was quite comical really. Sadly, I wasn't really paying much attention to his appearance as his words went to my head leading me to speak without thinking.

"Better a nerd than a second-rate greaser" I snapped at him irritably, quickly forgetting that he's an upper-classman, it was only when I heard multiple gasps from behind me, that I realised the gravity of what I did, however I was too angry to care, his words where the straw that broke this hippogriff's back and I wasn't about to let him get away with calling me names, upper-classman or not.

"why you... I oughta' teach you some respect" the boy said, his cracking voice raising as he gave into his anger, his hand raised to strike me.

Without thinking I grabbed his wrist and pulled on his arm, causing him to lose his balance, pulling my own hand back in the process, swinging it into his face, in a hard, stinging slap, the loud crack echoing down the halls, a glowing red hand print appearing on his left cheek much to the shock everyone else, the boy on the other hand was left standing in front of me, wide eyed in shock, probably because he wasn't expecting a little firstie like me to put him in his place, I simply smirked and continued to walk to homeroom, like nothing had ever happened.

I felt the eyes of the other students on me as I headed to homeroom not particularly in the mood to deal with them yet, once at home room I walked to my desk and simply waited for the teacher to arrive and take morning roll call.

No One's POV:

It wasn't long before Miss Shinonome entered the room and started the day like always, as it was a Monday, Literature was first on the agenda followed by home economics and maths after that, for Wisteria this was a kind yet evil reprieve from her agitation, however her peace was short lived, as during lunch hour she was approached by the schools guidance councillor, who asked her to come with her to her office. Once they were in the office the councillor asked Wisteria to sit.

"To be honest I was surprised to receive a report that you of all people raised their hand to another student, but knowing their track record, I'm taking it with a pinch of salt and getting your side of the story" Said the councillor in a neutral voice, making Wisteria squirm in her seat. Just as Wisteria was about to speak the office door opened, to reveal the boy Wisteria slapped (now sporting a dark purple, hand shaped bruise) and a man in his early twenties, clearly too young to be his father, so Wisteria assumed he was either a relative or guardian at least.

The man himself was quite handsome but had a supercilious expression on his face, wearing a fine tailored suit with a waistcoat instead of a jacket, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal red, white and black tattoos etched into his skin, his face was comprised of sharp and well defined masculine features, dark eyes and hair, as well as a well-maintained goatee.

" I apologise for my tardiness, I was held up by my employer" said the man bowing to the councillor politely.

"I understand, it couldn't be helped, so why don't you take a seat and we find the root of the situation" Said the councillor rubbing her eyes in frustration, she hated situations like this. Once seated, the man upon looking at Wisteria his eye's widened with shock, then in anger as he turned to the boy.

"Riki! You didn't tell me that your attacker was a girl, let alone one younger and smaller than you! What did you do this time?" He interrogated the boy, his slightly baritone voice.

"l-l-look, bro I didn't start it, she did, after all she walked into me, I was just asserting dominance as an upper-classman" said Riki trying to justify his actions and failing miserably, this caused the older of the two to pinch the bridge of his nose, and to turn to Wisteria, trying to maintain a calm expression.

"I apologise for my younger brothers barbaric behaviour, but I'd also like know what happened from your perspective, especially if it warranted that hand print on his face" He asked Wisteria, causing his younger brother to go red in embarrassment.

It was then that Wisteria began her side of the story about how she was walking to home room as always and how she walked in to the boy who proceeded to be rude and call her a nerd and how she simply stood up for herself, when things got out of hand, resulting in the slap. This caused the man to turn to his younger brother and grab him by the earlobe.

" You didn't tell me that you caused this incident, I thought I taught you to behave better than that" he snapped twisting Riki's ear, causing him to protest, however his pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. The young man turned to the councillor, with a stern look.

"I apologise for my younger brother's terrible lies, councillor-san I will endeavour to teach him how to tell the truth and make sure he maintains that ability" said the young man before releasing Riki.

"See that you do, and I hope that I don't have to call you here again" replied the councillor rubbing her eyelids irritably, before turning to Wisteria and Riki.

"Miss Potter, as this is the first time you've had to come to my office, and since this is clearly a case of self-defence I'll let you off this time, but if I hear of you doing something like this again I'll have you in here faster than a freight train, you can go" she said to Wisteria. However as both Wisteria and Riki began to leave, the councillor stopped him, saying in a rather dark tone that she wasn't finished with him.

Wisteria sighed and began to walk down the hallway, she was happy that the meeting was short, because she still had time to get something to eat and chat with her friends, if only to catch up with them, as she reached the stairs, Wisteria heard heavy footsteps coming from behind her.

"Wait!" Came a familiar voice came from behind her, causing her to turn, it was the young man from the office, jogging up to her.

"Can I help you?" Asked Wisteria semi-impatiently, tapping her foot.

"Look, I'm sorry for my younger brother's behaviour, I'll try to keep him reined in, but if he causes more trouble for you, give me a call" he answered pulling a card out of his breast pocket and handing it to Wisteria who took it, eyeing him with suspicion.

"Well, I shouldn't have hit him, but I was having a terrible day and your brothers boorish behaviour was last straw for me" she replied, inspecting the card cautiously.

"He behaves like that all the time, it's about time he learns how to be respectful of others and of young ladies" he said, as he began to walk down the stairs towards the ground floor and the exit.

Wisteria's POV:

I looked down at the card, Riki's older brother gave to me, it looked legit but something put me on edge about it, I mean men his age doesn't carry business cards, let alone professionally made ones, and although printed on beautiful card, the lettering and colours were not suitable for a business card. It read:

Reo Nakamura

Black Angel Entertainments

Phone: 0760-555-6938

I then turned it over to find a photo of his naked torso liberally adorned with tattoos, I felt my cheeks burn, whether it was from embarrassment or attraction I'll never know, I suspected he assumed I was somewhat older than I actually am.

"he does know I'm only 15, right?" I asked myself, trying not to ogle his picture, I quickly tucked it away in my bag, praying that no one finds it.

I was in a hurry to reach homeroom while I still had time to eat my lunch, I smile at the thought, while still wondering why Mrs Najimi still has the need to feed me, but I'm grateful non the less for the homemade bento she made for me.

Once I arrived, I was immediately mobbed by the boys as well as my other friends, asking me about what happened.

"Okay people, back off, I need to eat, so why don't you sit and we'll discuss it while I have my lunch" I stated heading over to my desk and pulling my bento box out of my bag. Beginning with the shredded burdock, enjoying its slightly fruity flavour with the rice, as I ate I also explained what happened and why I had to go to the counsellor's office.

However, I didn't realise that the business card had fallen out of my bag, only for Ritsuka to pick it up and go bright pink at the sight of the picture on the back.

"Hey Wis," she sing-songed, waving the card around, much to my annoyance and embarrassment, "looks like you got yourself a boyfriend"

"Okay Ritsuka, you've had your fun, he's the older brother of the boy I slapped this morning, he told me if his brother caused me anymore trouble to give him a call" I explained snatching the card from her and putting it back in my bag.

"As you English people say, pull the other one, it's got bells on" countered Sakura before Ritsuka could say anything.

"now come on, we only met in the counsellor's office and that was on for twenty minutes" I said sternly.

"Aww but you've been holding out on us Wis" said the two girls, the subject really getting on my nerves, and I simply didn't want stories to start.

"Alright, girls settle down we don't want any nasty little rumours to start flying about" I said trying to calm them down as the teacher entered the room and began the afternoon's lessons.

No one's POV:

Meanwhile on the other side of Kyoto

Reo walked through the empty husk that was the Quindecim bar and nightclub during the day, the only movement's coming from the bar tender, bottling up for the night ahead, along with the jelly fish, silently propelling themselves through the water in their pillar like tanks.

He sighed, wondering what went wrong, he remembered when it all began, his father a foolish man who drank too much and decided to "play" grand theft auto to fuel his other vices, leading him to a jail sentence and a shanking in the showers, Reo never cried or felt anything for the man who sired him and his brother, his mother on the other hand, he adored her but she struggled to cope, and it sadly led to an accident, to support her broken family she drove a taxi, however the amount of hours she worked took its toll, causing her to fall asleep at the wheel, leading to a devastating crash with a truck pulling out of a local brewery.

Reo who was twelve at the time and had been in the passenger seat at the time was lucky to get away with a broken arm and a head injury, his mother on the other hand was in a far worse condition, with a torn spleen, severed spine, shattered ribs, punctured lung and shredded kidneys along with a damaged womb, the worst of it was the fact that she was in a wheelchair for the rest of her natural life.

It nearly crippled them, not only physically but fanatically as well, debt from medical bills, problems with the rent and other money issues, so Reo looked for a job, but no honest jobs would cover all of their money problems, so he ended up a courier for the yakuza, a syndicate called The Black Angels, and as soon as he got older he got promoted and got paid more, and soon their lives improved, they moved into a better apartment in a safer part of the city and all of the medical bills where paid as well as making sure all of his mother's surgeries where paid for too , he also was paying for his brothers education as well, not that his little brother appreciated it.

However, Reo wanted to leave the yakuza, not only because of his position being dangerous not only for himself but for his family, but he was tired of seeing bloodshed, tired of snatching people off of the street to an unforgivable grizzly death, but he knew that if he tried to leave now it would draw suspicion, putting his family at risk, but he had to escape, while he couldn't go to the cops, he could bide his time, if only to destroy the syndicate from the inside.

Suddenly, a shrill melody of his brother's ring tone came from his breast pocket, bringing Reo back from his thoughts, sighing in frustration he answered the phone, demanding to know what his younger brother wanted, especially since the boy was in enough trouble after the fiasco in the guidance councillor's office, he was so embarrassed at his brother's treatment of that girl, and then having the gall to lie about it afterwards, their mother raised them better than that, they also tried to teach the younger sibling that hitting women was cowardly and weak, but it seemed that he never got the message, on the other hand he was glad that he received some overdue humility in the form of that first year girl.

Reo blushed at the mere memory of her, and her exotic beauty, he knew that she was certainly not Japanese from her physique, she seemed to carry a more European figure crossed with more Nordic features, she was socially awkward yet eloquent, she was young yet so old, then there were her eyes he had never seen such eyes they were like tanzanite's glittering in the sun as well as blue chips of ice, her hair reminded him of his mother's silver ribbons, she bewildered him, and he didn't like being bewildered so much, he had to know more about the girl, but all he had was her family name, Potter which was a common name in any English speaking country, so no good there, so he had to go down a route he'd rather not go down, talking his little brother into obtaining the information for him, he knew that Riki didn't like the girl because she got him into trouble but he was sure he could convince Riki to do what he wanted if only for his own reasons.

Back in Akademi High

Wisteria had finished her afternoon lessons and was heading to the sewing room, one of the few things she was permitted to do until she was fully recovered. While she had asked her doctor about going back to sports, but she was told it would be a slow reintroduction because of how fragile her body was at that moment in time. Wisteria had told Aso this, but he hit the roof when she told him that she was practically out for the rest of the soccer and baseball season for the year, Aso in a fit of desperation even went to Dr Kina to get a second opinion about it, on for Dr Kina to agree with Wisteria's doctor and told the blond that he'd have to wait until next year for Wisteria to play again.

She sighed as she brought herself out of her thoughts as she entered the sewing room and took her place at the central table and gathered the fabric she wanted to work with that afternoon along with a tape measure and a pair of fabric sheers and got to work on a new project, a series of quilted patchwork bags, hopefully by the school's spring festival she's have enough quilted items to sell on her own booth again, before she started cutting and stitching, Wisteria pulled out a pad of graph paper and started drawing a loose design of a bag as well as the necessary sections needed to make it.

It took twenty minutes of drawing on fabric with tailor's chalk before spending a further thirty minutes cutting the fabric and pinning it ready to be stitched at a later time in the week. Smiling Wisteria sat back and looked at her handy work so far, she saw that everything was the right shape and size and pinned to perfection, ready for the sewing machine, in a couple of days they would be a hand bag ready to be sold.

It wasn't long after that that the bell signalling the end of the day, Wisteria gathered up her things, put them in her bag and headed downstairs to change her shoes and head out to the bus stop with Osano and Osoro, happy that the day was at its end.