Chapter 134 – Yakuza
Several days had passed since the day I’d given Miyuki a full-on, in-the-womb impregnation.
There hadn’t been any particular news during that time.
It was still too early to be sure about Miyuki’s pregnancy, and I hadn’t heard from either Young-Gam or Lunako.
‘Well, it’s only been about half a week.’
So, Takuya spent his time leisurely, receiving the utmost care from the pretty nurses and Ayaka’s mom at the hospital.
If Takuya had just stayed put, this kind of life would probably have continued for a while.
But sadly, Takuya still had unfinished business.
‘Should I start dealing with that kidnapper and his family soon?’
That was the punishment for the person who kidnapped Momiji and the family who condoned it.
The guy who kidnapped Momiji was already locked up, and as for the family…
It was time to go pick them up.
They had their own kind of fun, after all.
Of course, sadly, there was something I had to do before going to meet them.
‘It would be nice to punish them right away, but…’
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the power to bury people yet.
No, I did, but it wouldn’t be any fun to just send them off like that.
Of course, I planned to show them hell.
Thinking that, I somehow found myself wearing the black suit and coat that Ayaka’s mom had, and left the hospital.
Of course, there were a lot of nurses on the way, so I had to use hypnosis, but they’d all understand.
Anyway, after getting outside, I hailed a taxi and headed to a place that Miyuki had looked up for me, just in case.
The place I arrived at was a run-down building.
“Is this it?”
The reason I came to such a shabby building wasn’t for any other reason than…
“Huh? What’s a little kid like you doing here?”
To meet the Yakuza.
You might be wondering why the Yakuza all of a sudden, but considering what I was about to do, their cooperation was absolutely essential.
Takuya thought to himself as he looked at the Yakuza in front of him (who seemed to be a newbie, still not quite rid of his delinquent vibe) and asked.
“Is the branch manager in this building?”
“Who the hell are you to come out of nowhere and talk nonsense?”
But to Takuya’s gentle question, the newbie Yakuza, sensing something was off, tried to kick me.
He certainly seemed like a decent fighter among delinquents, but…
-Thwack!
He was nothing more than a puppy in front of hypnosis.
“Ugh! My, my body?!”
I hypnotized the newbie Yakuza, making it impossible for him to move, and the effect was immediate.
The newbie Yakuza was startled by the sudden restriction of his body, and the fact that he had tried to kick me, and froze in mid-air.
The newbie Yakuza was shocked by his suddenly unmoving body and tried to force himself to move, but…
“Ugh!”
-Thud
Judging by the way he fell ungracefully to the ground, it didn’t seem to work.
Looking at the Yakuza who had fallen to the ground, I was about to hypnotize him again to ask where the branch manager was.
“Hey! What’s going on!”
That was until others came rushing down after hearing the newbie Yakuza fall.
Takuya smiled as he looked at the Yakuza coming down.
It seemed like I had someone to ask after all.
***
The Yamaguchi-gumi office was located in a quiet neighborhood in Miyagi Prefecture.
Kohei Yamamoto, the boss there and the branch manager of Miyagi Prefecture, leaned back on the sofa, taking a drag of his cigarette as he thought.
‘How did I end up in this shitty place doing this?’
He used to be a fairly high-ranking member of the organization, having reached a pretty high position.
The reason why such a person was now in a place where the organization’s power wasn’t very strong and didn’t receive much attention was quite simple.
It was because the people who used to back him had either died or been cut off from the organization, and he was pushed out in the power struggle and demoted.
‘Damn it, if only the Gotogumi incident hadn’t happened…’
More precisely, it was because of the Gotogumi incident.
This incident was too long and annoying, so it was easier to think of it as an incident where a subordinate organization of the Yamaguchi-gumi rebelled and got screwed.
If you wanted to understand it more easily, it was easier to remember it as something that screwed Yamamoto himself over.
Anyway, because of this incident, Yamamoto, who used to be quite successful, was pushed out of the power struggle and was now killing time in a small office in the Tohoku region with little power.
Yamaguchi thought that as he was thinking, ‘Shit, shit,’ he could feel the time passing.
‘Another day of clocking out~’
Since he was far removed from power, Yamamoto had lost his motivation for organizational work, so he was only eager for the end of the workday.
As he was idly killing time today, he heard someone coming up the stairs.
It was probably his subordinate who had been demoted with him.
‘Since I’m bored, should I call the others and play some mahjong?’
Just as Yamamoto was thinking that, the door slammed open, and his subordinate shouted.
“B, Boss!”
“Hey, you idiot, you’re going to break the door. Why are you opening it so hard—”
“Our guys have been wiped out!”
“What?!”
Yamamoto couldn’t even get up, and asked in a flustered voice at the sudden news.
“What the hell are you talking about, our guys being wiped out…”
Just as he was about to say that.
—Thwack!
Something flew towards the subordinate who was reporting to him and hit him.
And that something was…
“Hiro! Taguchi! What the hell are you doing all of a sudden! Are you crazy!”
It was the Yamaguchi-gumi members he worked with.
Yamamoto thought for a moment that his subordinates had betrayed him, but that thought didn’t last long.
—Thud. Thud.
Because he heard a few more footsteps coming up the stairs.
At that sound, Yamamoto snapped out of it and quickly tried to leave a message in his pocket.
[Stop!]
Along with the sudden voice, the finger he was about to use to send the message wouldn’t move.
‘M, my body won’t move…’
No. Not just his finger, but his whole body was stiff and wouldn’t move.
No matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn’t move as if it wasn’t his own.
As he stood there, someone slowly began to enter the office.
And Yamamoto was shocked, frowning at the person who entered the office.
‘A kid?’
It was a child, who looked like a child to anyone, who had entered the office.
To be precise, it was a pretty boy who looked like he’d make a lot of women cry when he grew up.
‘He is a guy, right?’
No. That wasn’t important.
As the kid came in and sat across from him, his own organization members slowly began to enter from behind.
Yamamoto naturally thought they were going to surround the kid, but…
‘Guarding?’
After entering, their actions looked like they were protecting the kid, forming a formation like guards.
No. It wasn’t like that, it just looked like they were guards to anyone.
‘Could it be that all my organization members betrayed me?’
At that sight, Yamamoto wondered if his subordinates had seriously betrayed him, and wondered if he was that untrustworthy, and was watching them for a moment.
The boy who had been sitting and waiting in front of him crossed his legs and said to Yamamoto.
“I want to talk, so I’ll help you sit down.”
The boy said that and snapped his fingers.
[Sit across from me.]
At that, Yamamoto’s body, which hadn’t been able to move until just now, began to move on its own, and as the boy had said, he sat in front of him.
And in a very polite manner.
Yamamoto seriously wondered if someone was playing a prank on him in this crazy situation, but…
“Well then, Mr. Yamamoto, there are only a few things I want.”
Before he could continue that thought, the boy in front of him spoke.
“First, I’d like you to launder a certain man’s identity into an American one and then put him in prison.”
Suddenly, create an American identity, and then put him in prison?
But despite those doubts, Yamamoto couldn’t say anything.
His mouth was blocked.
“Next, I’d like you to sell a certain man’s organs.”
Why organs all of a sudden?
“If you don’t handle that, please let me know.”
No. We do handle it, but…
“Lastly, I’d like you to get me some drugs and a few guns.”
With those words, the boy leaned back on the sofa again and…
-Thwack.
Snapped his fingers again.
Then, Yamamoto felt that some force that had been blocking his mouth had disappeared, and he tried to say something to the boy.
But…
‘Ugh! What kind of killing intent is this…’
Yamamoto, who had lived in a criminal organization, couldn’t say anything because of the intense killing intent emanating from the boy.
Instead.
“Making an American identity and sending him to that country and then to prison isn’t that difficult, but it costs quite a bit of money, and there’s a guy who’s good at selling organs, so I’ll ask him. And I’ll ask the smugglers I know for the guns and drugs.”
He decided to grant what that monster wanted.
No matter how he thought about it, it seemed like his organization members were acting like that because of that monster.
He thought that if he granted what he wanted, he might be released from this bondage.
Even if it wasn’t, he had to get through this crisis at least.
Yamamoto thought that as he answered the monster’s words, and the monster, satisfied with his answer, replied with a pleased expression.
“The cost of the American identity and sending him to prison, and the guns and drugs, will be covered by the price of the organs.”
The boy said that, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wrote a number on it, and said.
“Contact this number when you’re ready. The person whose organs you’ll sell will be here today, so handle it well.”
At those words, Yamamoto nodded.
The boy, who seemed satisfied with that answer, got up from his seat and said.
“It was a good deal. Oh, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about what happened today.”
The boy said that and snapped his fingers again.
[If you reveal the secret, your heart will stop.]
With those words, Yamamoto felt something being placed on his heart again, and at the same time, he heard the boy’s voice.
“Well, I guess that’s enough.”
The boy muttered that and left the office.
“Then, I’ll contact you again.”
He left those words behind.
And at the same time, the organization members inside all collapsed.
Yamamoto, left alone in that unbelievable scene, muttered.
“I need to quit drinking.”
It seemed like he was cursed.
