The Tachikawa Crime Syndicate

Extravagantly Deadly Nights


"…I want him alive when I get there; I don't care what happens before then. I just want him alive." Mr. Tachikawa told Matt who nodded along to his plan.

"Yes sir," He said as he loosened his jet black tie. He remained in Mr. Tachikawa's office for a few moments before turning towards the door.

"Ishida," Mr. Tachikawa addressed him. "I want him in the second room to the left on the third floor," he told him. "And do me a favor and tell Mimi to get ready for the ball," he said.

"Yes sir," Matt said before walking out the door.


"Hey, Mimi can I come in?" he asked from the other side of the door. He heard footsteps and shortly after the door opened.

"Hey Matt," she said letting him into her room. "What's up?" she asked as she rummaged through her closet.

"…Well your father wanted me to tell you to get ready for the event, but I can see that you're one step ahead of me." He informed her as he took a seat on her bed.

"And that comes as a surprise to you why?" she asked as she pulled out a pair of black spike heeled boots.

"…Right…you do recall that it's formal attire at the Silveria mansion right…They don't like the color black on females…remember that." He dropped a few hints.

"I know, which is exactly why I'm wearing black," she told him.

"But you look like a mortician…an attractive one..." he muttered.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that." She said turning to face him.

"You kind of look like Morticia Addams, from the Addams Family." He responded quickly not making eye contact.

"…Good…" she gave him an odd look. "Morticia always looked good in black anyway. Can you tie this for me?" she asked him as she turned her back towards him. She pointed at the thin thread which had a somewhat nook waiting at the upper back part of the dress.

"Sure," his voice came out unsure and shaky as he approached her. He placed his hands on her back as he took the filament into his hand and slowly ran it up her back to where it belonged. As he did a careful job of attempting to tie the thread, he noticed something on her back. It was a small tattoo of Tinkerbelle…really small tattoo no more than five centimeters in height.

"Thank you," Mimi said turning to face him.

"You're welcome…So," Matt cleared his throat before taking a step back from her. "I think I should get going now, I kind of have to be there early." He said causing her to turn towards the clock.

"Four hours early?" She questioned him.

"Yeah, I have to take care of some business for your father." He responded as he continued to back away from her.

"But I'll see you there later on right?" she questioned him.

"Of course you will, you're my responsibility when your old man's not around…So you can count on it." He said as he backed into a wall.

"Good, because I want to show you off in front of Polly." She said as she fixed his tie. "Bye," she said as she gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

"Bye," he seemed a bit confused by her gesture.


"Mimi dear are you ready?" Mr. Tachikawa asked his daughter.

"Ready…can I ask you something?" Mimi inquired.

"You just did," he responded with a smile on his face, "Go ahead shoot."

"Why did Matt have to leave early for the ball?" she asked as the two descended down the marble spiral staircase.

"Matt…he had to attend to some business," he responded trying to make it sound as normal as possible.

"I suddenly wish I never asked," she said as they made their way down the lengthy hallway.

"Don't worry Matt's a big boy he can take care of himself." He commented as they hopped into the limo.


Silveria Turf; 7:15 pm

He saw the headlights of the Tachikawa limo approaching as he made his way over to the entrance. As the vehicle came to a halt, the chauffer opened their doors. He extended his hand towards Ms. Tachikawa who smiled and accepted his gesture.

"Did you get him?" Mr. Tachikawa asked, causing him to tear his gaze away from Mimi.

"Of course, he's just where you wanted him…Alive and partially well for questioning." Matt responded as he brought his focus back to her. He bent down a bit so that he could whisper into her ear. "Sorry to disappoint you but, Polly isn't here today; I heard he'll be out for the rest of the week." He informed her.

"Well, there's more than one family in there that I can show you off to," she said with a smile.

"Why am I less than enthusiastic about this?" he muttered to himself as he trailed behind her.


"I hate to disappoint you, but I don't dance… Or waltz whatever it's called." He said backing away from her and the dance floor.

"I thought you were supposed, to do as I desired? C'mon it's only one dance. It's not like I'm asking you to kill someone." She begged with a pleading look.

"For some reason I prefer the second option. And I believe what you just said is out of context." He said. Someone tapped him on his shoulder, he turned swiftly he still managed to keep his guard up in his fluid movements.

"It's time," Tony said as he gestured towards the stairway.

"Time? Time forOh yeah that's right, sorry Mimi, I've gotta go somewhere." He dismissed himself as he followed Tony up the stairway.

Looking around, she noticed that no one's eyes were on her. Inconspicuously she advanced towards the staircase.


"Slick," Larry addressed the man whom was tied and handcuffed to a chair. "You damn squealer," he muttered.

"Larry, you fat pig," the blonde haired man with green eyes mocked. "You sure can eat."

Matt simply stood near the door waiting to be called upon when he noticed the door creep open. A young woman discreetly made her way in careful not to make a sound, she was safe. However she wasn't counting on someone watching her, for as she made her way one step in a hand quickly shut over her mouth. As her eyes went wide, she quickly relaxed as she recognized the voice whispering in her ear.

"You aren't supposed to be here, go hide behind that dresser, he whispered in an angered voice.

"You know if I squeal so much why not just gag me now," Slick said while struggling against the cuffs.

"Well, Matthew Kyor, we aren't worried about you squealing where we're sending you. " Mr. Tachikawa said as he emerged form the shadows of the dark room.

"Mr. T, how you been doing, how's your daughter, no longer under age I hope?" Slick laughed, Mr. Tachikawa on the other hand didn't seem too amused.

"You remember Johnny don't you?" He asked as a short man with a fade showed up behind him.

"John-John, how's your wife? Still dead I presume," Slick asked. If there was one thing Slick knew how to do well was push people's buttons, and pushed them he did.

"We're on Silveria grounds Slick…It's been rumored that you've been leaking some information to them about the plans we have in mind for their territory. We can't have this happening Matthew. We know that you've informed them about Yamato doing some body guard duties. Safe house locations, artillery providers…The list does go on. But we also discovered that you have leaked information to members of the Gambino family"

"I'm sorry, but the Gambino family was annihilated in the St. Valentine's Day massacre a few decades ago." Slick spoke up.

"…Shut-up, please. We aren't speaking of the same Gambino family. This Gambino family has no ties with that of which you're speaking of. This is the Gambino family which youLet's see how to phrase it? The family for which you tried to kill me, my daughter, and just about everyone else in this room, yes that's what you did. If I recall correctly you and multiple Gambino's did manage to kill Johnny's wife. That wasn't very nice of you. But the reason why you're here today is this: I want to know exactly what you told them, when you told them, and what you did it for. Does that sound like something you can do?" Mr. Taichikawa spoke slowly. Careful to annunciate every single word he placed a hand on Slicks shoulder as he began to chuckle.

"I ain't tellin' you shit," Slick laughed

"Ain't, isn't a word," Mr. Tachikawa whispered in is ear before signaling Matt.

"Thank-you, Thank-you so much for broadening my horizons. I'll be sure to tell that to my co-workers at work tomorrow." Slick muttered as Matt neared him.

"What did you tell Smiley Gambino?" Matt asked patiently, pulling a chair up. He repeated himself in a quiet voice, "What did you tell him?"

Slick smirked at his gesture. "Come 'ere I'll tell you what I told him," Slick whispered. Matt leaned in; he stopped so that he was no more than five centimeters away from him.

"I told them that Mr. Tachikawa had a very beautiful daughter." Slick whispered in a very hushed voice, making sure Matt was the only one who heard.

"I said to them, if you get to her, you'll have Mr. Tachikawa as a lap dog. Eating out of then palm of your hands…all you'd have to do is get to her." Slick continued, as he did so, Matt gradually grew angered.

He quickly occupied his idle hands, one at Slick's throat, and the other holding a gun to his head.

"That wouldn't happen, because I wouldn't let it happen," Matt said as he held the gun closer to Slick's head when a smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh…Hasn't someone developed a crush on a certain somebody. Honestly Matt, do you think Mr. T would allow it? Don't kid yourself," Slick laughed into Matt's ear. In response to Slick's words, he quickly moved the gun from Slick's temple and fired the gun.

"You fuckin' punk! You've got to be the biggest retard I know and I've met some pretty stupid idiots. When I get out of here you're gonna be the first to go! You wait and see you overconfident little punk!" Shouted Slick suddenly when his mind registered the pain in his hand.

"What? No more jokes, c'mon they were just getting to be funny." Matt commented while he redirected the gun back to Slick's head.

"You've just proved me right you ignorant bastard. If you really didn't like the girl you wouldn't have acted so hastily. I can read you like a book with one look into your eyes… C'mere I have a little secret to tell you." Slick said after having cooled down.

Matt studied him for a moment before reluctantly giving in to his curiosity.

"She may be a few years younger than me, but that didn't stop me. She has a tattoo on her back, a very small tattoo of Tinkerbelle. It's on the lower left hand side of her back…You'll notice it one day…one day…That or in your dreams," he whispered.

As Matt recalled his memory of helping her out with her dress early, he then realized the truth to his words, he wasn't lying. Anger consuming him like never before, he pulled out a knife from his breast pocket and brought it down with unrivaled force into Slick's leg, he simply smiled.

"We've got what we want," Matt announced as he held the gun under Slick's chin.

"Do as you wish," Mr. Taichikawa said as he neared the exit.

"Gladly" Matt said as he pulled the trigger painting the walls with Slick's brain.


Author's Notes: See I told you I never forget about my fics…The reason it took me so long to update this one is because…Well because of multiple reasons: I fell into a bit of a depression during November, my boyfriend and I broke up, I'm helping the Rock Legend with his fics…

Not to worry I'm all over that, not to mention Rock Legend has proven to be quite helpful, he's now proving to be quite the boyfriend to replace my previous. On a different note, I wrote the rough draft to this fic well over a year ago…Now I'm not all that sure if I like the outcome I had originally thought of. But I'm not gonna put you guys through a re-write.

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