Thread: Killers for Hire  (Rzagriz x Poppy)

Kabuchiko. One of Tokyo's most notorious and extensive stretches of illicit pleasures. Anything for anyone...For the right price. Even with recent efforts to clean up the red light district, the Yakuza families and clans were far too ingrained to get rid of so easily. Anyone who thought otherwise was the worst form of naive..And neither heaven nor hell could save anyone who dared cross them. And in truth, this was also part of the reasons that a skilled assassin was in such high demand. It was a truly recession-proof job someone always wanted someone dead, and the reasons for such ranged just as wide as the clientele that requested it. And tonight was no exception a young man sat across the street in a black 1967 Chevrolet Charger, deep blue eyes focused on a picture of a balding middle-aged male dressed in a fine Armani suit. A man that lived above his means, and thought himself above retribution. A grave mistake considering he was still paying off a loan from the head of the Sumiyoshi-kai, Isao Seki. And now he felt like he could just skip town? Kazama didn't know if the man was stupid or brave...Either way, wouldn't matter too much. Those qualities didn't matter when your corpse laid out an all-you-can eat buffet for the scavengers. Even so, part of this wished it was just a simple kill order. He'd have been done two hours ago...Oh well, at least he was being well compensated for his efforts. And being his appearance actually looked somewhat normal - five foot eight, medium build and dressed in a black shirt and jeans - it made him easier to blend in with the common street thugs that ran rampant over this neighborhood. The only noticeable difference was the single dogtag around his neck, the mark of the syndicate that he primarily worked for. 'Kill him however you see fit...Retrieve his takings and bring it to me. Tell him Seki says 'Sayonara'...', that's what the Yakuza family boss said. Kazama found the irony funny, a slight snicker emanating a group that peddled prostitutes and child slaves asking him to kill someone who did the same thing. Who stole daughters and sons from homes until the debt was repaid. Considering his own past, it was indeed humorous...Surviving among four from a group of thirty, remembering him and his sister. In all honesty, it was probably the only thing that he considered truly valuable, even with the millions he raked in over his lifetime...Part of him wondered if he'd see her again. Ever since they were separated at the auction, the 24 year-old-male couldn't help wondering what she'd done with her life at times. Part of him was secretly hoping that she'd found a way out...Gotten with someone level-headed and nice. Unfortunately, he also kind of knew she was still out there somewhere. All too likely doing what he was doing...Their Master's teachings weren't exactly the type to be easily forgotten, after all. It was why he could fetch such a high price for his services the Master demanded perfection from his disciples, and those that delivered were rewarded. Those that did not only served to build the foundation that he stood on today. Unknown to him, fate would play him a very interesting hand, for little was the black-haired male aware of who he would run into this night. Suddenly, the back door opened, revealing the target...And carrying a hefty-looking duffel bag, likely stuffed with the yen he owed to everyone but himself. Behind him racket ensued, the fight that had broken out serving as ample distraction. Kazama would take this opportunity, use the chaos to his advantage. As the boss seemed to wait around for his ride, looking quite pissed that it wasn't here, Kazama shifted his car into drive and pulled out from the curb, wheels peeling out as the supercharged engine threw his car into fifth gear. Gunning right for the boss, who tried to - smartly - dodge...Only for Kazama to swing the vehicle's ass end around and knock him sideways, the pudgy manager lying on the ground as the would-be hitman exited the car. Taking a suppressed 10mm Auto AMT Hardballer, he leveled the handgun at the weakly moving club boss' head. Seki says 'Sayonara'...Should have just paid him, old man. Kazama spoke in a near-muted tone of voice.