This chapter will introduce the Sons of Anarchy MC. For those who have followed I made a rookie mistake by forgetting two characters in the introduction which is absolutely mind blowing but I guess it makes sense, since I was a bit baked writing it out so the first chapter ''New Beginnings'' will be fixed up before this chapter goes up. For the Sons of Anarchy they will have familiar characters we've seen in other medias before and if I could at least add more than two categories besides GTA and SOA I'd do it. So this is actually a bigger crossover than expected with characters I thought would be good fits for the world of organized crime.
Chapter 2: The Rising Pact
-Sons of Anarchy Clubhouse, Hawick-
Time: 7PM
*The Harley Song by Jay Ewan plays in the background*
The Sons of Anarchy clubhouse, located in Hawick which is a middle-class mixed commercial and residential district, featuring few luxury businesses or lavish homes. However, the Sons clubhouse was a complete contrast to the nice area as it looked like a rugged warehouse with weathered bricks and steel accents that complimented the rough and tough aura of the Sons. There was graffiti on the buildings next to it, but taggers didn't dare violate the clubhouse as that would give the bikers a good reason to give taggers a good ass kicking.
It was a relaxing evening, and the view shifts to the interior of the clubhouse and compared to the exterior look the inside looked like a small community center. There was a bar, an open common area where the club members can just sit, relax and watch movies. There was also a small room for gaming and served to help the biker gang unwind. In common area there hung a bulletin board hung photos of the Los Santo chapter's full patched members.
It also showcased the pictures of the President, Vice President, Sergeant-at-arms, Road Captain, Enforcer as these were the only so-called leadership positions in the Los Santos chapter. A few members were seen gathered at the common room in front of the tv and among them were the leaders of SAMLOS. The President was a Caucasian man who was about 6 feet in height and was quite stocky. He had thick, light brown hair and a scar on his chin, visible through his stubble. Arthur Morgan, or known among his club as ''Black Lung'' after contracting Tuberculosis at a young age and beating it and he was a well-respected figure within SAMLOS known for his charisma, intimidating presence and brawling skills. The man next to Arthur was a big haggardly looking with black hair and a thinner build and his name was John ''Scarface'' Marston, the Vice President of SAMLOS. Next to John was a really angry looking guy with a more feral and wilder look and he had shoulder length sandy brown hair with stubble. This was Daryl Dixon who his club referred to as ''Deadshot'' due to his skill with his crossbow and he was the enforcer of the Sons of Anarchy's Los Santos chapter. The man sitting next to Deacon was a little older than the rest and was the loudest and most obnoxious of the bunch. That was Merle 'Mad Dog' Dixon, Daryl's older brother. The last man sitting next to Merle was had dark shaggy hair and usually wore a cap backwards and was fit, and on the skinner side and his name was Deacon St. John who was SAMLOS's Road Captain who was originally from the Farewell chapter of the Sons up north in Oregon. He was simply known as ''Drifter'' since before he joined the Los Santos chapter he drifted around a lot as a Nomad.
Today was like any other day for these four bikers as they were just relaxing and watching a movie on the tv. Currently they were watching 'Meltdown' by Richards Majestic Productions, and they were thinking of how awful the movie was and the director, some guy named Michael De Santa was known for making trash movies and had a horribly dysfunctional family.
''I gotta say boahs, this movie is worse than rolling in pig shit. And honestly I'd rather do that.'' Arthur said, laughing lightly.
Daryl chuckled before he took a swig of beer, his gruff tone easily distinguishing him from his fellow Sons.
''Yeah well, who's gonna hook us up with good movies? I get more pleasure rubbing my dick against a cactus.''
Merle, his older brother and sergeant-at-arms let out a laugh. ''Smooth talkin' little brother, I'd rather listen to wild animals getting wild than watch this shit.''
John rolled his eyes as he takes a puff from his cigarette.
''That was the dumbest shit I ever heard you say Daryl.'' John chuckled, ''I wouldn't go that far buddy.''
Deacon just sat there watching the movie not wanting to get involved with the Dixon brothers usual and rather vulgar banter but he himself couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the language they used, especially Merle and even though he was the quieter one when he spoke between the other four he would always chime in no matter what. Whether it was planning their road trips or just telling Merle how stupid he is.
''You guys are the biggest rednecks I ever met. How the heck did a pair of backwoods hicks like you end up in Los Santos? I'm pretty sure it's way different than Saint Denis I mean, that's your people right?''
Daryl simply shrugged as he was the quieter brother between him and Merle, and it would be Merle who answered. The older Dixon brother took a big swig of his beer, a bottle of Pißwasser and damn near chugs the freaking thing before tossing it over his shoulder, the sound of glass chattering is heard.
Arthur looks at Merle with a hint of annoyance and gives him a slight tap on the back of the head.
''You goddamn hick stop making a mess in my clubhouse!'' the President said with a light laugh.
''Clean that shit up Merle!'' John growled.
''Hey you didn't have to hit me Arthur! And don't call me a hick aren't you a southern boy too?! And don't worry Scarface I'll clean it up later.'' Merle chuckled before turning his attention to Deacon, ''Anyway Deek, you ever been to Saint Denis? Lemoyne? That shit's more humid and hotter than a spa. Couldn't stand that damn humidity so me and Daryl decided to come out here. Plus, SAMDEN (Saint Denis chapter of the Sons of Anarchy MC) were all even bigger rednecks than us. I can see why rednecks annoy people.''
Daryl shot Merle a glance, clearly annoyed with his older brother.
''We're rednecks, how can other rednecks annoy us when those are our people?'' joked the younger brother.
Deacon had to roll his eyes at the absurd comment Merle made about their brothers in Saint Denis and could only come up with the most logical explanation on why the Dixon brothers ended up moving to Los Santos.
''So let me get this straight, from what I'm getting is that you and Daryl moved to Los Santos because you didn't want to be out-rednecked by other rednecks?'' Deacon said incredulously, rubbing his forehead as if all the absurd words coming from Merle's mouth was giving him a headache, and it was doing a damn good job of it too.
Merle looked at Daryl and the latter shrugged as he only wanted to move away from Saint Denis to avoid the humid weather. Merle on the other hand lied about that being the reason and putting his attention back at Deacon he smirked. He grabs another bottle and opens it before answering Deacon.
''You're damn right there Deek, if me and little brother over here are gonna be in a Sons chapter I'd rather be the only rednecks around. How many rednecks you have in San Andreas? None that's how many.'' said Merle with a smirk.
Now it was John's turn to look at Merle like he was the biggest idiot in the Club.
''You're a dumbass, you know we have Flint County out west, right? Shit's full of your people I think you'd fit right in Merle. Plus, the Angels of Death MC are out there too so maybe we can arrange something with them. Hell, you moved to Angel Pine you'd be right at home.''
Merle scoffed, ''Hell no I ain't ever going to Angel Pine, too much Klan bastards out there I have no time for that racist shit.''
''Don't you have an SS symbol on your bike dumbass?'' John questioned incredulously.
''Hey in my defense that was when I was in my early twenties. I changed since then but I'm still an asshole at heart.'' Merle declared, ''plus I scratched it out so there's your proof I'm reformed.''
''Why not just get a new paint job?'' Deacon said with an eyebrow raised, ''this guy really scratched his own bike.''
Merle simply shrugged.
''Too much effort and money, mine method's free Deek.''
Arthur chuckled at the banter between his brothers, and he couldn't have asked for a closer and tighter knit group. While they all could just be at home relaxing Arthur did call his fellow SAMLOS Big 5 for a reason. So, getting up and walking over to a nearby desk he opens the drawer and takes out what looks like to be a flyer of sorts. He then walks back over to where the other Sons were and got their attention.
''By the way boahs, I was handed this flyer earlier today when I was cruising around Downtown.'' Arthur explained holding the flyer for all to see.
''A flyer? For what Arthur?'' John questioned curiously.
Arthur handed John the flyer and the Vice President passed it around and it would be Deacon who would be the last one to hold and look at it.
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''Oh, wow they really put a lot of effort into making the flyers. It's well put together compared to the Chinese restaurant we've been to before, those are more...aggressive and unorganized.'' Deacon said.
Merle takes the flyer back from Deacon and looks it over again and Deek was right compared to the Chinese restaurants. Plus, the little pictures of the exterior and the interior were a lot more elegant looking and more organized than an average Chinese place. Honestly Merle really didn't like how filthy some Chinese eateries were.
''Yeah, you're right man, looks organized and clean and I can tell it doesn't smell just by the pictures.'' Merle joked.
''Looks like it could be a place us and the rest of the Club can go to unwind. Plus, never tried Japanese food before and it's in Little Tokyo, figures.'' John added.
''It sure looks different, might as well give it a shot first before we let the rest of the MC know.'' Daryl gruffed.
Arthur took the flyer and since he was the SAMLOS President it was his decision if the Big 5 even go to begin with. He's tried Chinese food and didn't really like it much due to the insane amount of MSG and how he would shit bricks for an hour he already made up his mind about the Rising Sun.
''So Arthur whattya think?'' John questioned.
Arthur lowered the flyer and looked at John, Daryl, Merle and Deacon and his only response was a nod.
''I say we ride and see for ourselves. Could be very interesting.'' said the President.
Merle Dixon cracks a joke about the whole situation, what are the odds that a restaurant opens up in Little Tokyo? Los Santos never had any criminal presence in the Little Tokyo district and this had to be something, but that was a thought that was in the back of his mind, but he brought it up, nonetheless.
''Ya know boys what if this is the Triads from San Fierro setting up shop in Los Santos? I mean, they already have turf in Fierro with Chinatown right?'' joked the redneck.
Arthur slapped Merle on the back of the head and had to shake his head in disapproval.
''You dumb inbred redneck asshole, this is a Japanese restaurant, not Chinese there's a difference you know. The Sons are not a racist club, we're accepting of all people...except the Mayans of course.''
John, Daryl, Merle and Deacon's expression shifted upon hearing the name of their most hated enemy. The Mayans weren't in Los Santos they were in Blaine County but still, both sides hated each other greatly despite having not fought in a few years.
''Tch, fuck those assholes.'' John snorted.
''Easy John, we're in in a truce with them so we'll have to let them make a move if they decide to.'' Arthur said, ''Anyway this Rising Sun restaurant opens up in a few days, I honestly can't wait to see what it is about.''
The other Sons Big 5 agreed and simply continued watching the horrible movie and took more swigs of beer enjoying the evening. They however, would not expect what was coming the night when the Rising Sun opens up. They will never see what the place really was and frankly they'll be in for a helluva surprise.
-Rising Sun Restaurant, a few nights later-
Keiichi, Ayaka, Mizuno, Haneda and Ken were seen standing inside the restaurant's dining area surrounded by their staff who were also Yakuza gangsters and they heard a big crowd outside and were not surprised by this. They all spent an entire day when Ken arrived handing out and hanging up flyers all over Los Santos to get attention and it was evident that the big crowd outside was proof their strategy worked. Ken looked at his crew and nodded.
''Looks like we advertised this well.'' said the man.
Ayaka, ever the cold and ruthless woman only nods.
''Hai, Ken-san. Advertisement was efficient.''
Keiichi let out a chuckled hearing Ayaka speak in her usual cold manner.
''All you ever say is efficient huh Ayaka?''
Mizuno and Haneda nodded in agreement but didn't have a comment to say about that, Ayaka always spoke that way ever since she was a kid, and Ken can agree to this as well as he grew up with and joined the Kurogane-gumi the same time as the female assassin.
Haneda adjusted his glasses, his eyes still set on the door and the crowd.
''Ayaka if you would, please do not stare at the customers, kami forbid don't even take orders just please keep watch.''
''Yeah, we don't need you scaring off the customers and uh, potential allies. Though it we have potential enemies coming in you could scare them off too, so it is a win-win!''
Ken chuckled at Mizuno's comment and shook his head at how bad his humor is.
''Your humor is bad, but I can't help but agree with that Mizuno.'' Ken said before looking at his watch, it was almost time to open. ''Okay everyone let's get ready it's almost time!'' he called out before turning to face Ayaka, ''Ayaka could you please take your spot in the camera room. I want you to keep an eye out for any special guests I hope will attend tonight.''
Ayaka, as usual looked at him and with a cold tone she says; ''Hai, I will alert you if I spot the Sons of Anarchy. I will look for their kuttes and as soon as I spot them I will let you know.'' the woman said with a bow.
''Good,
Ken would be the one to walk up to the doors and taking a breath, the older sibling opens the double doors and steps outside to see the customers who were excited to try the new eatery.
Adjusting his suit's collar Ken puts on a big smile and begins speaking to the crowd.
''Good evening folks! Thank you for coming to the Rising Sun! We are pleased to see you all gathered here for our grand opening night.'' he turns and walks into the restaurant as he motions for everyone to file in.
Without saying a word Ken simply makes his way toward the back doorway that led to the stairs where his office, the weapons cache and meeting room was and goes to wait there with Haneda, Keiichi and Mizuno. Ayaka won't join her comrades just yet as she is keeping an eye on the cameras to see if and when the Sons of Anarchy show up. About 30 minutes would pass and already all the tables within the restaurant had their orders and the customers so far were very pleased with the food. The customer demographics ranged from regular looking people to older folks, even tourists from Japan were eating here happy to get a taste of home that was very genuine and real. Outside of the Rising Sun five motorcycles were seen driving up to the restaurant and parked in the parking lot that was right next to the building. The figures were the SAMLOS Big 5, Arthur Morgan riding his Zombie Chopper, John Marston riding his Western Daemon, Merle and Daryl Dixon riding their LCC Hexer and Zombie Bobber respectively and finally, Deacon was riding his Western Wolfsbane. The five bikers park in the lot and taking their helmets off they look at the front of the building.
In the camera room Ayaka spots the Sons as soon as they parked and texts Ken who was waiting in the 'Private' Dining Area. She then gets up and heads to join Ken.
''Damn.'' Arthur whistled, ''The logo is really nice and that's a good eyecatcher right there.''
''No kidding man, that alone is enough to draw people in.'' John seconded.
Merle got up from his bike and nodded in agreement.
''Man, I'm telling ya, them Oriental folks know how to be artistic. Look at that Rising Sun symbol literally behind where it says 'Rising Sun'! But yeah, long as the food's good and beer's cold I don't give a damn.''
Daryl, despite seeing the 'NO SMOKING' sign at the front door lights a cigarette, takes a puff before chipping in his two cents.
''Yeah, I agree. Wonder if they have moonshine?'
Deacon nodded and stood beside Daryl. ''Place is packed. Either they got real good food or people just desperate for something new. Maybe both.''
''Let's find out shall we boahs?''
John, Merle, Daryl and Deacon stood behind Arthur. With a nod he adjusts his kutte before he begins to walk prompting the other 4 to follow. However, a black Landstalker XL drives by the entrance and comes to a stop just as the Sons go in as they get to the door.
The driver lowers his window and looks at the Sons with intrigue. The man was Mexican and had a goatee, one of the men that brought the flyers to Miguel Galindo, head of the Galindo cartel and after informing Miguel of this the drug lord ordered this man to check the place out to see if it looked suspicious and already him seeing the Sons show up raised an eyebrow. He also took note of several Japanese men wearing business suits, dress shirts and vests standing on the sidewalk smoking and laughing and this didn't sit right with the cartel thug. Putting his window up he drives away back to the cartel ranch, their stronghold on Senora Road, just outside of Los Santos to report this to Miguel.
-Inside Rising Sun-
The Sons walk up to the door The Sons push open the doors, stepping into the warm, inviting interior. The restaurant is bustling with patrons enjoying sushi, sake, and high-end Japanese cuisine. Red lanterns hang from the ceiling, and the scent of seared fish and miso fills the air. The decor was pretty damn nice to look at. The Sons saw
A waiter wearing a black business suit approaches them at the entrance, the man is revealed to be Mizuno, Ken's personal enforcer dressed in a business suit. Mizuno walks up to the Sons and gives them a respectful bow.
"Welcome to the Rising Sun, gentlemen. Please, take a seat wherever you'd like. I'll be your server tonight."
The Sons took immediate notice of how professional and calm Mizuno was. Thinking nothing more of it Arthur would be the first to speak from his crew.
''Thank you, table or booth for five please.'' said the President.
Mizuno nods and motions for the Sons to follow him and soon enough they are brought to a booth in the corner of the restaurant that was near the kitchen and they took their seats before Mizuno hands over the menu for them to browse.
''Let me start you guys off with drinks. What will you have?'' Mizuno asked taking out a tablet.
''Well, that would depend on what you have my friend.'' Arthur chuckled.
''We have sake, Sapporo, Kirin, Asahi.''
The Sons all looked at each other and Merle would be the first to speak up.
''I'll take the second one, sounds great.'' said the redneck.
''Yeah, what he said.'' Daryl quipped as he smokes his cigarette despite the 'No Smoking' signs all around the restaurant.
Arthur rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle. ''Yeah we'll take that, uh Sapporo was it?''
Mizuno nodded and the Sons then looked over the menu.
''Do you need a moment to decide what you will like?'' the enforcer asked.
The Sons all looked over the menu and the pictures that were displayed helped them decide almost immediately. They were amazed at the quality of the photos and were impressed; it showed the restaurant cared about presentation as well and that was a winner for the Sons.
''I think I'll have this super ultra mega large bowl of pork miso ramen please.'' Arthur said.
''For me I think I'll have the tempura, could you give me extra please?'' John asked earning a nod from Mizuno.
''I think I'll take this thing, uh, yakitori grilled chicken?'' Merle chuckled.
''Very well.'' Mizuno said as he types in Merle's order before turning to Daryl and Deacon, ''And how about you two?''
Daryl took a puff from his cigarette and Mizuno rolled his eyes at how the biker was smoking despite the obvious signs prohibiting the act but thought nothing of it.
''Yeah I'll take this thing. Tonkatsu pork cutlet or whatever it is. I like meat and I mean as food.'' Dary said dryly.
Mizuno nods and types the order in.
''Alright I'll have the tuna roll special, with extra wasabi if you please?'' Deacon said.
The Sons all hand Mizuno their menus and with a polite bow, Mizuno dismissed himself before walking off, heading to the back where Ken was waiting with Keiichi and Haneda. Now that they were left alone the Sons took a moment to glance around the restaurant and just couldn't get over the volume of customers and how seriously beautiful the decor was. They saw other patrons sitting at those low Japanese tables, some at booths and regular tables. The atmosphere was out of this world compared to the Burget Shots, Cluckin' Bells, Taco Bombs, The Well Stacked Pizza Co. and the Up-n-Atom Burger joints the Club frequented.
This place really was something else.
''Damn, compared to the Chinese places we've been too the Japanese don't cut corner from what I see.'' Arthur commented.
John whistled and nodded in agreement, ''Yeah it really is nice, feels like a different world.''
''I bet you this place cost a fortune to set up, wouldn't be mad at that if this was my place.'' Merle chuckled.
''Yeah the people seem to really love this place.'' Daryl said noticing how happy the other customers were.
''Can't blame these other customers. It feels like we're in Tokyo itself, I like that.'' Deacon quipped.
The Sons waited for at least 15 minutes before another man, a different waiter than the one before who was Mizuno walked over to their table.
''Excuse me, gentlemen. The owner of the restaurant wishes to invite you to a private dining experience with him. If you would, please follow me.''
The Sons exchange confused glances, each trying to make sense of the invitation. This totally was uncalled for, and they all wondered what was going on.
Arthur leaned back against his seat and had his arm over the edge of the booth with his eyebrow raised.
''Well now, that's real polite and all, but I gotta ask—why? Ain't never had the owner of a place invite me for dinner before.''
The waiter simply turned around; ''You will see soon enough, it's nothing bad I promise you that.''
The Sons all look at each other and seeing no other option they all get up at the same time and follow the waiter to the back. Their kuttes getting some glances from a few customers who quickly return to eating their meals. The din of the dining area faded as they moved toward the rear hallway, past a row of sleek, black-lacquered doors. The deeper they walked, the more the ambiance shifted—quieter, more exclusive. The waiter led them to a staircase, ascending to the private dining area above. The wooden steps creaked under their boots as they reached a heavy wooden door at the top of the stairs.
The waiter turned, his expression still unreadable, and grasped the handle. He pushed the door open and stepped aside, motioning for Sons to go in.
Without saying a word Arthur, John, Merle, Daryl and Deacon strode in and saw a large table. On the far side, five figures sat in complete stillness, their expressions unreadable. At the center, Ken Morimitsu, the leader of the Morimitsu-kai, rested his hands on the table, his sharp gaze locked onto them like a predator observing its prey. To his right sat Mizuno Ishihara whom they recognized as the first waiter, his muscular frame relaxed but his eyes watchful, a quiet menace radiating from him. Next to him, Hiroshi Haneda, the oldest of the group, adjusted his cuffs with casual ease, yet there was something about him that felt… calculated, dangerous.
To Ken's left, Keiichi Morimitsu, younger and slimmer than his brother, sat with his arms crossed, his expression a mask of quiet confidence. But it was the woman at the end of the row that made the room feel colder—Ayaka Suzuki. Her dark eyes carried zero emotion, a stare so empty and icy it could freeze a man in place. She didn't move, didn't blink, didn't even seem to acknowledge their presence—yet she was undeniably the most unsettling person in the room.
The Sons slowed their steps, taking in the unwavering, unreadable way the Morimitsu-kai were looking at them. No nods. No greetings. Just silent, unblinking judgment.
Merle let out a low whistle, shifting uncomfortably. "Jesus, you feel that? Room's colder than my ex's cunt."
Daryl frowned, his sharp eyes flicking between them. "That's 'cause these folks ain't regular people."
John, arms crossed, tilted his head slightly, assessing the situation. "Yeah, no shit."
Deacon let out a dry chuckle, rubbing his beard. "They look like they walked straight outta a damn samurai movie."
Arthur, ever the composed one, simply exhaled through his nose and pulled out a chair. "Fuck, these are gangsters, and you can't tell me otherwise.''
Both sides looked at each other in silence that seemed to last forever before a small smiled formed on Ken's face. ''Sit, please.''
The Sons took their seats, but the weight of those stares never left. If there was ever a doubt that the Morimitsu-kai were different from the usual criminals in Los Santos, that doubt had just been erased.
As soon as the Sons settled into their seats, the waitstaff moved with precise efficiency, placing plates in front of each man—Arthur's ramen bowl, John's tempura, Merle's yakitori, Daryl's tonkotsu meat and Deacon's tuna roll special with extra wasabi. The scent of freshly cooked food filled the air, but it didn't do much to break the tension that hung over the table like a storm cloud.
Ken Morimitsu remained silent, his fingers lightly tapping against the wooden surface of the table, his sharp eyes watching the Sons as they appeared apprehensive to eat. His crew was just as still, unmoving, unreadable.
''Please, eat gentlemen.'' Ken said with a calm voice.
Arthur looked at his crew before took a slow bite of his ramen before resting his elbows on the table. He glanced around at the five stoic figures sitting across from them before finally speaking.
"Alright, I'll bite." His deep voice cut through the silence. "What's goin' on? Why'd you bring us back here?" He took a sip of his Sapporo beer, his eyes never leaving Ken. "And who the hell are you people? I can tell you ain't the Triads, you're Japanese clearly, that's for damn sure."
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, Haneda, the older, refined-looking man, let out a quiet chuckle, a sound that felt more amused than friendly.
Ken finally leaned forward slightly, his gaze unwavering. ''I'm Ken Morimitsu and we are the Morimitsu-kai." His voice was smooth, calm, yet carried a weight that demanded attention. "A splinter group of the Kurogane-gumi… the most powerful Yakuza organization in Japan."
Arthur introduced himself, finding it the most polite and fair thing to do since Ken just did the same.
''Arthur Morgan, Sons of Anarchy Los Santos President.''
John Marston, who had been cutting into his food, froze mid-slice, his brow raising slightly. "Yakuza?" He glanced at Arthur. "Well, that explains a lot but I can't shake the feeling that we're fucked."
Merle let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Shit, I thought y'all might've been some kinda ninja assassins or somethin'."
Ayaka's expression remained utterly blank, but the air around her seemed to grow colder. Keiichi and Mizuno didn't even react, as if Merle's words weren't worth acknowledging.
Daryl, leaning on the table with his arms crossed, exhaled through his nose. "So why tell us now?" His eyes met Ken's. "We ain't stupid. Y'all wouldn't have brought us here just for a fancy meal unless you wanted somethin'."
Ken gave a small nod, acknowledging the point. "You're right." He rested his hands on the table. "We called you here because we believe there is… opportunity. And for that, we need allies. Real ones."
Arthur studied him for a long moment before speaking again. "Alright then… what kind of 'opportunity' are we talkin' about?"
Ken smirked slightly, his first real expression since they sat down. "The kind that benefits us both."
Ken leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly as he ran a hand over the rim of his sake cup. The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows over his sharp features. His gaze remained locked onto Arthur's as he finally spoke.
"I was sent here by my old boss," Ken began, his voice steady and deliberate. "The Oyabun of the Kurogane-gumi, who as I said earlier is the most powerful criminal organization in Japan. My mission? Expand our presence in San Andreas. Establish something strong, lasting. That's why I founded the Morimitsu-kai, a splinter group under the Kurogane banner."
He gestured lightly around the restaurant. "This place—our first front. Little Tokyo—our territory. If that wasn't already obvious."
Arthur nodded slightly, taking in the information. "Well, hell… I can't say I'm surprised. Your crew doesn't exactly look like they came here to open a damn sushi joint and ya'll opened this place up and came over here like damn ninjas. Didn't even get anyone else's attention, impressive."
Ken smirked faintly but said nothing.
John Marston leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "So, lemme guess. You ain't just here to make a name for yourself. You're lookin' for allies."
Ken gave a slow nod. "Exactly. We need strong partnerships to secure our position in this city." He let his eyes scan over each member of the Sons before settling back on Arthur. "I chose the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club."
Daryl scoffed slightly, arms crossed over his chest. "An' why's that? 'Cause we ride motorcycles and like breakin' the law? There's plenty of other gangs in this town. You got the Galindo cartel, the Russian mafia and those ghetto street gangs in South Los Santos."
Keiichi finally spoke, his voice softer than Ken's but carrying the same steel. "Because you are disciplined. You are respected. You have no fear of blood, and you understand loyalty. That is what we need."
Arthur sat back in his chair, chewing on the words for a moment. "That all sounds real nice, but I gotta ask—what exactly do we get outta this? 'Cause we ain't the type to bend the knee to anybody, Yakuza or not."
Mizuno, who had been silent up until now, let out a low chuckle. "We don't expect you to kneel. We expect you to stand with us."
Ken nodded. "This isn't about dominance. It's about strength. The Galindo cartel, the Russians, the Italians, the street gangs—this city is a battlefield, and we need warriors we can trust. You fight your enemies we will join you, we fight our enemies you will join us. Together we can dominate this city.''
Merle scratched his chin, smirking. "So, let me get this straight. You want us to be your muscle when shit hits the fan, and in return, we get… what? A free meal?"
Ayaka finally moved, shifting slightly in her seat as she fixed her cold, emotionless stare on Merle. "What you get is protection, financial backing, weapons and most importantly, a friend and gratitude from Yakuza."
Her voice was sharp as a blade, and the way she said it made it clear that being their friend was far more valuable than being their enemy.
John whistled lowly. "Well, I dunno 'bout the rest of you, but I like the sound of that."
Daryl frowned, looking to Arthur. "I dunno, man. Sounds good on paper, but I still don't trust 'em yet."
Arthur stayed quiet for a long moment, then glanced at Ken. "What do you really want from us?"
Ken leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "Simple. We need allies who understand loyalty. Who don't flinch when things get bloody. You've got enemies—we know we'll soon make enemies. Aligning with us means when someone crosses you, they cross us. And when someone crosses us… they die."
Arthur exhaled, looking over at John, then Daryl, then Merle and Deacon. Finally, he leaned forward and smirked.
"Well… now you're speakin' my language."
Ken swirled his sake cup for a moment before setting it down with a quiet clink against the table. His expression remained calm; his voice steady as he spoke.
"Right now, the Morimitsu-kai has no enemies." He let the words hang in the air for a moment. "But that won't last long. This city isn't a place where you can rise without making a few enemies along the way."
Arthur took a slow sip of his drink, nodding slightly. "Yeah, that's usually how it goes." He set the glass down and leaned forward slightly. "So, tell me… what kind of manpower and resources you Yakuza guys are packin'? What else can you offer?"
Ken didn't answer immediately. Instead, it was Haneda who spoke, his tone measured, deliberate. "We have soldiers—many of them. Trained men who follow orders without hesitation. Professionals, not street-level thugs. Right now, 100 men in Little Tokyo posing as tourists and shopowners."
Keiichi added, "We have money. Connections. Access to weapons you won't find on the black market. And we have discipline."
Mizuno smirked slightly. "In other words, we aren't some punk-ass street gang fighting over street corners."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "That all sounds real nice. But I gotta ask…" He glanced at Ken, his expression unreadable. "Once we've fulfilled whatever purpose you got in mind for us, are you gonna toss us aside?"
Ken didn't blink. His tone was unwavering, "No. That's not how we operate." He met Arthur's gaze, letting his words sink in. "The Yakuza value loyalty above all else. The Sons wouldn't just be allies of convenience—we would be partners. If we stand together, we stay together no matter what."
John Marston let out a low chuckle. "I'll be honest, partner… I've heard a lotta people talk about 'loyalty' before. Most of 'em didn't mean it."
Ayaka finally spoke, her voice sharp, almost cold. "Then they weren't Yakuza."
A brief silence followed before Arthur exhaled, sitting back in his chair. "Alright, Ken. I hear you." He glanced around the table at his brothers, then back at Ken. "I like what I'm hearin'. But just so we're clear—we ain't nobody's errand boys."
Ken gave the faintest of smirks. "I wouldn't expect you to be."
Ken took another sip of his whiskey before setting the glass down with a quiet clink. His expression was calm, composed, yet unwavering as he addressed Arthur's concerns directly.
"Let's get one thing straight." Ken's voice was smooth, deliberate. "I don't want the Sons carrying out the Morimitsu-kai's will. I'm not looking for errand boys. I'm looking for allies. Equal partners."
Arthur studied him for a moment, his fingers tapping idly against the rim of his glass. "Equal partners, huh?" His gaze flicked toward Ayaka, then Mizuno, then Keiichi and Haneda. "That ain't exactly the way most outfits like yours work. Usually, it's 'fall in line or get put down.'"
Keiichi, arms still crossed, nodded. "That may be how the street gangs work here, but we are not them."
Mizuno smirked slightly. "We have our own way of doing things, Morgan. You have yours. That doesn't mean we can't respect each other's boundaries."
John Marston exhaled, rubbing his chin. "So, let me see if I got this right. You're sayin' we don't gotta bend the knee, don't gotta run your errands, don't gotta clean up your messes. We just gotta stand together when the time comes?"
Ken nodded. "Exactly. You run your club, your way. We run our syndicate, our way. But when we need each other, we answer the call." He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "If we agree to this, the Morimitsu-kai and the Sons will have each other's backs. When someone moves against you, they move against us. And when someone moves against us… well, you get the idea."
Daryl leaned forward, his rough voice breaking the tension. "Yeah, but what about when the time comes that you gotta do somethin' we ain't comfortable with? Somethin' that don't sit right with us? You expect us to just go along with it?"
Haneda, who had been mostly silent up until now, let out a quiet chuckle. "You misunderstand something." His voice was smooth, almost amused. "This is not about power or control. This is about strategy. We have no interest in forcing the Sons into situations they don't belong in."
Ayaka, her voice icy as ever, added, "If a war comes, you fight your battles, and we fight ours. But if there's a common enemy… we strike together."
Arthur exhaled through his nose, nodding slightly as he glanced toward his club. "I can't deny that makes sense." He looked back at Ken, eyes sharp. "But I gotta ask… how do I know this ain't some long con? Some way to get us tangled up in somethin' we don't wanna be in?"
Ken didn't hesitate. "Because I don't need pawns. If I wanted men to follow orders, I'd have brought more of my own from Japan. What I need are partners who understand loyalty, strength and who will stand by me and my crew."
Merle chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, damn, ain't that a first. Someone in this town actually offerin' a deal that don't sound like a damn trap."
Deacon finally spoke; his voice thoughtful. "And what happens if things go south? If we find ourselves in a war neither of us can walk away from?"
Ken smirked slightly, his fingers drumming against the table. "Then we fight together, and we win together.''
Arthur met his gaze, silence stretching between them for a moment before he let out a low chuckle. "You sure got a way with words, Ken."
Ken inclined his head slightly. "It's not just words, Arthur. It's a promise."
Another moment of silence passed before Arthur extended his hand across the table.
"Alright, then. We got ourselves a deal."
Ken took his hand and shook it, firm and steady. "A partnership."
"A partnership." Arthur repeated.
The room remained tense, the weight of the agreement settling in, but for the first time since the Sons walked in, there was a mutual understanding between the two groups. A bond had been formed, one that would shape the future of Los Santos.
So? What do you guys think of Arthur Morgan, John Marston, The Dixon brothers and Deacon St. John being members of the Sons of Anarchy MC? I thought it was super cool to bring Arthur and John to the modern age reimagined as outlaw bikers. I also thought it would be awesome having Merle, Daryl and Deacon (Days Gone) be members as well. Hope you guys like this idea as I couldn't think of any other characters that would be good fits or OCs.