A/N: This idea is by no means original, but I still love the premise. I decided to try my take at it. This fic takes strong influence from such loved movies/games as Godfather, Pulp Fiction, Grand Theft Auto, and more.
WARNING: This fic is DARK and may contain explicit language as well as violent and suggestive sexual content. This is NOT for the faint-hearted. You have been warned.
Yakuza: the japanese mafia
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Prologue
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I look outside through the barred window of a prison van and watch the sun set, a wistful expression on my face. I knew my type of life had risks and I knew that eventually I'd probably get caught, but...I didn't think it'd go down like this. Double-crossed by my own fuckin' woman. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of the sappy romantic types. I ain't depressed, sad, or suicidal. Nuthin like that. Shit, I didn't love the bitch and, apparently, she obviously didn't fucking didn't love me. That ain't it. No, right now I'm just PISSED THE FUCK OFF. I can't FUCKING believe that I let that crack whore skank put one over me. I'm fucking better than that. I'm gonna be going away for a long time and I don't think getting out is gonna be no walk in the park this time. No, this time I'm going to one of those serious maximum security penitentiaries. One of the best in Japan I hear....
God fucking damnit, I don't want it to end like this man. I'm suppost to go out guns blazin' and all.
Fuck...
I am Ranma Saotome. I go by many other names...Scarlet, Crazy Horse, Mr.Ran....but Ranma Saotome is the name I prefer mostly. I'm Ranma Saotome and I am a gangster. A crook. A killer. A hitman. I ain't bragging, it's just what I am. Because of certain circumstances, I was forced to take on this kind of life, but I have no regrets. I'm sure that in another world, I could be living blissfully as a lawgoing martial artist (top class of course) protecting the weak and defeating the bad guys. I ain't though. Oh, I do still consider myself a martial artist. I still go by the martial artist's Code of Honor, with some liberties taken, naturally. I don't pretend to fool myself into thinking that I'm a good, misguided kid, and that I'm doing this for the better of mankind and all that shit. Hell no! I'm a bad-mutha fuckin-ass. But I like to think of myself as the good kind, if that makes any sense.
Ya see, I give people what they got comin' to 'em, that's all. Sure, I'll rough up some innocent schmucks occassionally, but nuthin' serious. I tend to stay away from that type of shit if I can help it. No killing families in their sleep, no rape or sodomy, none of that bullshit. That shit makes me sick, I ain't no animal. Naw, instead, I'm what they call a killer's killer. I'm the guy they send out when some dumbfuck, wannabe Yakuza family fucks with the big guys. You know what they say, fire against fire, that the best thing to use against evil is another kind of evil. That's me baby. When they want chaos and havoc, they send in me and my boys. We're the best of the best.
You might be wondering how an elite hitman like me got myself into this kind of situation. Well, it all started when I met this crazy, stuck up broad named Kodachi....
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