As I said in the last chapter, this update will be told from the point of view of a Yakuza member, and things might start getting a bit more...hardcore from here. Not that every chapter from here on out will feature Yakuza, the focus is after all two teenagers named Hikari and Takeru who are still trying to figure out their lives and if the other has a special place in it, but the Yakuza aspect of this may stick around for a plot I'm still trying to decide to go with or not. If not, hey, maybe they'll all just vanish?
As I've mentioned before, most of my original fiction has to do with criminals, most of the time with the criminals being the protagonists or villain protagonists, but yeah, here we go. Let's hope that Yamato isn't dead, eh?
Disclaimer: Out of tradition, don't own Digimon.
His eyes watched the lightly guarded warehouse as he listened to the humming of the van he was sitting in, and Goro frowned as he clutched onto the tarp in his lap. He wondered if Takeru's family had noticed yet that Ishida Yamato had gone missing, and it was something that felt dirty to Goro since Yamato had nothing at all to do with the Yakuza clans, himself being a fan of the cute musicians who made up Ishida's band members. The only thing that he was grateful for was the fact that he had been told that his current mission was completely necessary, and that there was no turning back. He watched the warehouse with a glint in his eye, prepared for what he had to do.
Beside him in the driver's seat of the van an older familiar man, Ayano's chauffeur, also stared out towards the warehouse before he addressed Goro after a moment of thought. "Will the young miss be okay without either of us watching her tonight?"
Goro was silent for a second as he considered telling the Butcher that Ayano was perfectly capable of watching over herself, but he decided not to say anything of that matter since it was indeed their job, his oath, to keep the girl safe. After all, he did in fact feel a little odd and a bit concerned that no one was watching over Ayano that night, Goro usually using the pretense of being the fabulous friend that adored being the third wheel to make sure that he was dutiful in his job. Of course, he was indeed fabulous and he did indeed adore being the aforementioned third wheel, but that had always been a surprising plus when it had come to his lady.
He didn't voice his thoughts though or any concerns, and instead Goro just waved it off. "There shouldn't be anything too troublesome. She's out on a date with her boyfriend tonight, and there should be a few other people there as well."
The Butcher frowned, since he had thought that it was only going to be the young miss and Takaishi out there by themselves. "Who are the other people?"
"Someone in our class named Motomiya Daisuke and his date. He's not the smartest guy out there, but he's a nice person and mostly harmless, except for the fact that he also has a demon just like Takaishi does."
"Is his demon the same kind? The pig-bat?"
"No." Goro denied, having already gotten a look at both of the abominations in question. "His demon doesn't have wings, and it's blue instead of creamy orange. Just like the other demon it seems to be mostly just a companion than anything else, but I am glad that we're still watching him and his family, just to be safe."
The Butcher nodded, understanding the situation but not liking the way that it currently was. This was all hitting too close to home, too close to a girl he had sworn to protect all the way back when she had run around with pig-tails and skinned knees, not braided hair and teenage boys between her legs. "Takaishi's brother, the target, also has a demon if I'm not mistaken. I feel rather uncomfortable about the fact that the young miss is becoming involved with these people."
"I don't think you need to worry, Nakano-san. Despite the fact that they keep the company of demons," the word 'demons' was quiet as it exited Goro's mouth, the young gangster thinking that perhaps 'demons' was the wrong thing to call them, "my instincts tell me that these are good people."
The Butcher scoffed, the overconfidence of young Yakuza members being the reason that many of them ended up in graves rather than at a seat in one of the councils of the higher echelons of a Yakuza clan like so many of them dreamed of. "And I'm supposed to just trust your instincts?"
Goro simply shrugged. "Maybe not," he responded, not a hint of malice in his voice, "but you are supposed to obey your orders."
Nakano just shook his head, he himself preferring to resolve the situation by killing the demons preemptively instead of just trusting that the young miss wouldn't be in peril, but Goro was right about his obedience. His hand that was on the steering wheel gripped onto it tightly, before he sighed and figured that it would be best to just let it go.
"Do you know where the young master is?" the Butcher asked, partly out of curiosity, but mostly just to get his mind off of what they had just discussed, "The situation with Takaishi's brother really is something that should demand his attention."
With his gloved hands, Goro caressed the tarped object in his lap for a moment, preparing his Dark Passenger for the adventure that lay ahead. "Oshiro-sama asked that he accompany him to the sit-down tonight."
"We shouldn't have to rely on the Chinese of all people to keep up our presence in the Americas," the Butcher spat after a minute of silence, since in all his years in service to the Oshiros he had lost clan brothers to Triads during that time, though not without sending his own fair share of the communist bastards to Hell himself.
Knowing full well the famous hatred that Nakano had for the Chinese, and the Koreans, and the Vietnamese, and even the Laotians, Goro just ignored it. "Well, what can you do? Right now we have to focus on saving Takaishi's brother from getting killed."
Laughing at the nonchalant way with how the young Yakuza had spoken, the Butcher smirked and remembered why exactly this soldier was someone who was much more than just a soldier. "Do you need help with the mission? It's been a long time since I've marched off to battle, but I'm there if you need me, Comrade."
"As much as I'd like to see the Butcher of Urayasu at work, I was told to do this by myself. I need to make a show to the Amagawa clan about just how dangerous one Oshiro soldier can be."
"I see."
As he looked outside again and frowned once more, the humming of the van doing little to calm his nerves, Goro couldn't help but want to be somewhere else at the moment. There was nothing cool or badass about being a gangster, but he was loyal to the family that had saved him as a boy from that life he spent dancing for pocket change on the street. There was a musical playing in the theaters that night, a musical he had wanted to watch with Ayano who would probably end up watching it on her date or whatever, but he had obligations that came first, that had to, before anything else in his life.
"Regardless," the frown remained on Goro's face, especially since he fondly remembered a time where the person he was about to name had been dear to his heart, "I don't expect killing Hayuata Toro to be that difficult."
The Butcher nodded in agreement, the Amagawa clan having always been below his respect. "That fool has no idea how weak his clan is and how low he sits in it."
Goro didn't say anything out loud, but he mused that he himself had once sat lowly in the Oshiro clan as well, at first being just the homeless kid with junkie parents who the Oshiro patriarch, a kingpin who ordered the deaths of countless, had taken into his home out of compassion. Still, unlike Toro, Goro had risen after he had become the best friend and eternal protector of a young girl named Ayano, the blood brother and sometimes rumored lover of the next heir to the Oshiro clan, and especially after it had been discovered that Goro had greater talents in one particular field of expertise than any other gangster who called the Oshiro clan their family.
"Can you lower my window while I get ready?" Goro finally requested, ready and eager to finish the night.
Nakano gave a curt nod. "Of course."
While Nakano rolled down the window to where he was sitting, Goro finally removed the tarp that had been covering the object that he had been holding in his lap for the better part of the night. As he did that he also opened up the glove department of the van's passenger seat, and pulled out an ammo cartridge that he then loaded into his Dragunov SVD semi-automatic sniper rifle. It was a rather old model of the gun, what with the rifle being created by the no longer existing Soviet Union, but Goro had a fondness for the classic feel of the weapon in his hand.
Aiming the gun out the window and looking through its scope, Goro quickly confirmed that the two guards who were standing watch outside the small building's entrance were the only ones who were there. He frowned a bit since he truly did think that a Yakuza like the Amagawa clan should really have had better staff on their employment. Ignoring everything else, Goro held his breath to better his aim, and within the next two seconds, and two flicks of an index finger, both of the guards had been shot in the head.
Lowering his gun, and handing it off to Nakano, Goro opened his van door and took a step outside. After giving a nod to Nakano, and after closing his van door, Goro walked to the back of the van and opened up the double doors. What he found was his trusty custom made duster that already had all the appropriate holster and ammo compartments, and after putting it on he began loading it with what he thought he needed.
It didn't take him long to stock up and Goro was traveling rather light since he didn't think that he needed more than two or three weapons to complete the mission that had been given to him. The Amagawa clan was weak just like Nakano had said, and in the end most of that family amounted to bigger talkers than anything else. In his time spent in service to the Oshiro family, he hadn't met one Amagawa who walked the way of the warrior. It was a dirty thought, killing what were just basically thugs, but it wasn't his choice to decide who died and it also wasn't his place to question what was decided. He was a Reaper, nothing more, and it was the Oshiros who put the names of their enemies on his list. Double checking his equipment one last time, Goro began to make his way over to the small building where Ishida Yamato was being held hostage.
He hurried with a quick pace over to the warehouse, it was a brisk night and he really would have preferred to be out on a stroll with a dashing rogue or some sort of handsome charmer out there in the Japanese darkness, but as he walked past the two bodies of the men he had killed just a minute ago, he knew that his night would be more of a horrorshow than anything else. He took one final deep breath as he prepared himself, ignoring the blood stains on the outside of the building as he opened up the front door of the warehouse and walked inside.
He made sure to close the door quietly, but after thinking on it, it probably didn't matter how loud he even was at the moment. Not that much farther into the warehouse was a room with an opened door that had the sound of laughter and loud music pouring out of it, coarse music that lauded the supposed virtues of selling drugs and having sex with women, and Goro only shook his head at the fact that so many young people preferred this kind of music over all the different love songs there were in the world, over things like The Beatles or Frank Sinatra. It was a shame really, he thought, as he reached into his duster and pulled out an IMI Uzi, courtesy of Israel.
Goro closed his eyes for a second, partially to prepare himself and partially to tell himself that this was necessary, though he wasn't sure which case he was leaning more to, before he opened his eyes and stepped into the doorway of the opened room. Inside were a few young men and teenagers, seven people in total, who were playing poker or something similar it seemed, and they looked up at Goro when they first saw him, not immediately realizing what was about to happen. Completely silent, Goro raised his Israeli gun and unloaded his Uzi on the unsuspecting players. Some were shot in the head and killed instantly, others in the throat and had survived for a few moments before another bullet caught them, but as Goro's gun ran out of ammo, there was only one Amagawa soldier who was left alive, barely, but still alive.
Calmly, Goro took a step inside the room and walked over to the stereo to turn off the music, never appreciating it when men degraded women by calling them 'bitches'. He looked away from the stereo and walked throughout the room as he inspected the carnage, and he raised an eyebrow in dull surprise as he saw that he had not killed everyone just yet. He walked over to that last teenager, who by the looks of it was no older than 16 or maybe even a bit younger than that, and as the bloody and twitching teenager reached for a gun that was lying near him, Goro kicked it away. He considered for a moment what to do, he could easily just leave the teenager there considering that he wasn't a threat anymore, before Goro shrugged and tucked the Uzi back into his duster. Instead he bent down to get a better look at the teenager's face, all the while idly wondering if Ayano was enjoying the musical she was no doubt watching, before he reached into his duster again to pull out a knife that he then used to slit the teenager's throat.
He stood up and watched as the teenager gasped for air that would never reach his lungs and began bleeding up from his gashed throat, before Goro sighed considering how much life the kid should have had ahead of him. He jammed the knife into the poker table as he walked away from the mess he left behind, a message to their clan, but stopped walking when he heard someone shouting and running in the direction of the room he was in, no doubt having heard the sound from his Uzi. He carefully pressed himself against the wall that was at the entrance of the room, and reached into his murder jacket to pull and prepare the handgun that he had taken out of its holster. When the running stopped just outside the room, and when the person who had been running slowly and cautiously peered into said room, Goro pulled the trigger of his gun and brought his body count up to ten for the night.
He stood still as he looked at his latest victim's corpse for a moment, before deciding to leave the room on account of feeling that there was no one else who was headed there just yet. He began walking down the corridor that lead to a larger storage facility, but paused when at the end of the corridor, he heard something rustling about in a small janitor's closet that was located near the end of it. The closet had a wooden door, one that didn't seem so thick, and he wondered for a second if it was Yamato that was hiding there or not. At least that was his first thought, before he heard what sounded like a person shaking violently with fear, a person that was armed. A part of him wished that the person had been quieter so that he wouldn't have heard him and so that the person in the closet could have gotten away, but it wasn't as if he could change anything about it now. Feeling as if he had no other option, Goro raised his handgun and shot three times into the wooden door of the janitor's closet. Afterward, he watched it carefully for a minute or so, before deciding that it was okay to continue with his mission when he saw a small pool of blood begin to seep through from under the door.
The warehouse sounded empty as he walked through it, with the exception of a rat or two scurrying about on all the boxes and boxes filled with hopefully guns or drugs that the Oshiros could sell later when they possibly would receive it as a show of apology from the Amagawa clan, and he held his breath as he walked to the other end of the warehouse, looking for where they could have possibly hidden Yamato. There was a bathroom at the other end of the warehouse, and an office too, and after taking a quick look in the bathroom, seeing that there was no one in there, he then placed his attention on the main office. It was risky, but he immediately kicked the door open, and prepared to shoot whatever was inside, though he lowered his gun when all he saw in there was Ishida Yamato, handcuffed to a metal railing that was on the wall.
The young man looked tired and mentally broken, but thankfully he didn't look like he was hurt at all. Goro walked in closer to get a better look at him, though he kept his guard up since he still had yet to kill Hayuata Toro, and it was then that Yamato finally looked up at him. At first, the young man backed away at the sight of his gun, but as Goro holstered his handgun again as a sign of good faith towards Ishida, they then met eyes and Goro nodded at him once, said nod saying more than Yamato could have ever hoped ever since he had been kidnapped. Goro smiled since even though it looked like Hayuata had gotten away, at least he could return Yamato back to his family. Though, not before a hot meal.
I'm not sure what to think about Goro from this point on. I'll leave that up to you.
Next update will be three weeks from now? Let's say three weeks.
