Chapter 11
Genkei stopped his car, and cracked his nuckles. Today was gonna be a good damn day. His brother, Asahi, had finally given him the address of where the punk who stole his shit lived.
He gazed to his window on the passenger's side with hatred, causing the Lion occupant to shrink down slightly.
Good. At least someone knew how to treat a man with respect.
He looked behind him, to the three other occupants of his car, another lion, a black bear, and a red wolf. Genkei didn't bother to remember their names. When he rises to the top, and gets a shit load of money, he'd just get lackeys who were more...well known.
His phone buzzed, drawing his attention.
He looked down to it, seeing the message.
It was from Asahi. Great.
'Don't mess this up. This is your first big thing, if you do, you'll never be taken seriously.'
Genkei was about to respond when another message was sent.
'Well, not that you really are, currently. lol.'
Genkei really wished his older brother would just take a bullet sometimes.
He replied; 'Fuck off, after this, no one's gonna mess with me.'
He shut his phone off, and placed it in his pocket. Asahi AND Dad could kiss his ass.
Genkei nodded to the other occupants of the car, and stepped out. From the front waistband of his pants, he pulled out a small pistol...
He kicked open the door, and scanned the room, his lackeys scanning too, guns followed their sight.
The only animal there was a black and white goat at a small lobby desk. He raised his hands in fear, before the red wolf jumped the counter and clasped his jaw around the Goat's throat, only a small bleat escaping as his windpipe was crushed, and dropped unceremoniously.
The other two gave thumbs up, though were slightly envious.
Genkei whispered to the others.
"Get the cans, it's clear."
A few minutes later, the entire lobby and 13 steps were coated in gasoline.
They lead a trail of the flammable liquid out the door, and into the street, the cans now discarded.
Genkei felt like he should say something meaningful.
"This is gonna let everyone know," he said, lighting a match, "if you fuck with Genkei, you gonna get...," he dropped it upon the trail, the flames snaking into the apartment building, "burned."
And with that, they drove off.
Now no one would fuck with Genkei, the one who doesn't take shit, the one who burns shit down in broad daylight.
Zhassu looked down at the small grave in front of him, feeling...empty.
Three days ago, Menai had been buried, and Zasshu had sobbed to near dehydration and then some.
But sooner or later, he had to accept it. Menai, the man who was like...no, Menai, his Father, was gone.
Acceptance didn't stop it from hurting, admittedly.
Ikari had allowed Zasshu to stay with him in the restaurant, and had been a shoulder to cry on, muttering "Sorry, man." and sometimes, "It'll be okay, man".
He was appreciative of that.
Zasshu looked down once again at the packed dirt, and offered a goodbye, and an apology that he couldn't stay longer, as the sun was down.
He left the cemetery, meeting Ikari at the front.
The badger looked up to Zasshu, muttering a small, "Hey, man. You okay?"
Zasshu offered a small shrug as they walked back to the abandoned restaurant.
Acceptance still hurt.
