Nogitsune (11 page)

With one bang, Ryu gave Hideyoshi his wish…

****

David arrived back into his home calmly as his wife continued to sleep. He slipped off his suit jacket and went into the bathroom. David glared into the mirror, his eyes began to glow red and immediately, images of bloodshed and carnage entered his mind.

David envisioned himself grabbing Ichiro Sato by the upper and lower jaw and ripping his head off his body. When David looked at his hands, they were covered completely in blood along with a weird tattoo that covered his hands and his arms.

David turned back to the mirror and saw Neige standing there naked and touching herself.

David, please fuck me
!

“Neige!”

David reached towards the mirror and envisioned himself on top of Neige thrusting deep inside of her as she moaned in a sensual tone. As Neige moaned louder and pushed David's hips into her pelvis, David gripped her shoulders and thrust harder and deeper until he began to lose control and started to ram himself into her.

When David looked at Neige’s face, it was no longer Neige, but another strange woman looking at him and smiling. She grabbed David by the buttocks and wrapped her legs around his waist as his body jerked.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“David, are you okay,” said Myoko as she knocked on the door.

When David looked back at the mirror at himself, he stood there clutching onto the sink with his knees bent.

Myoko knocked again. “David, are you alright?”

“Yeah!”

A drowsy Myoko entered the bathroom rubbing her eyes.

“What was that noise I heard?” she asked.

“What noise?"

“It sounded like someone was in here moaning or something."

David shook his head. “It was probably me. I had some bad sushi earlier with Hayashi.”

“Oh! Where did you go?"

Before David could answer a word, there was a knocked on the door. Myoko headed downstairs. David put his hands in his underwear and felt the sperm leaking from his penis. “What the fuck is going on with me?”

As he adjusted himself, he could hear Myoko opening the door.

“Hi, Mr. Ohba! What are you doing here this time of night?”

David tucked the revolver back into the back of his pants as he traveled downstairs to meet his partner.

“I just came here to make sure your husband’s okay," Hayashi said. "We had a murder down in Satiama at Daiki Fukai’s funeral. Just want to make sure your husband made it home so I can tell him.”

Myoko turned to find David heading down to them.

“Hayashi,” David said.

“David! Can we talk in private?”

“Something’s wrong?”

Hayashi gave no answer and just walked back outside. David followed behind him and closed his front door. Hayashi looked up at the sky.

“It’s about to begin again!”

“What?” David posed.

“The Fukushimas made a statement. However, I think it’s more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You remember Hideyoshi Ioka? Well, I managed to hear Chief talk about him to a bunch of precinct chiefs on the phone.

“Okay? So what’s the big deal?”

Hayashi stared at the moon as it fixated on the change of colors from white to a shade of crimson-red, at least in his eyes.

“He mentioned you!” Hayashi finally blurted.

“Me? Why?”

“Can you blame him? After you almost lost control and shot Ichiro, you’re under Chief’s microscope. I came here tonight to make sure you didn’t lose control again.”

“Look, I know that was not me that night-"

“Yeah! I noticed you have plenty of nights like that,” Hayashi stressed. “It didn’t just start from that. Was you even going to tell me about your little trip to kill Daiki Fukai?”

David turned his back.

“I know something has been bothering you,” Hayashi said. “I don’t know what it is and I’m sure you don’t want to say anything to anyone about it. But at some point, you’re going to have to say something. Just know that you can always call me if you need to discuss anything.”

David closed his fists slightly.  He knew that eventually someone was going to know. The last person he wanted to know was the love of his life.

“I’ll be okay,” David replied. “Don’t worry! What do you think about the Inato hit?”

Hayashi breathed concern, but knew that David wasn’t going to indulge anything that night. He shifted gears back to the Daiki Fukai funeral hit.

“Well, everyone in the precinct think it just another case of one family wanting to absorb the other. Chief thinks it’s centered on Kento wanting to kill Hideyoshi because he’s still mourning his wife’s death. However, I can’t help but wonder if there’s a part of the equation we’re missing here.”

“Like what?” David asked.

“Someone we’re not thinking about at all. Fukushima wouldn’t just pull this off unless he had something to gain. Fukushima had a lot of respect for Inato even after the fallout.”

David didn’t know too much about what happened between Inato and Fukushima. Most of the information he knew he received from newspaper headings and reporters making a living of sensationalizing the yakuza like the days of old when they were treated like outlaw heroes. He knew that at one point, Inato was an underboss of Daiichi Fukushima and ended up leaving the crime family to start his own family. Thanks to several actions, he became the only true rival of the Japanese yakuza’s own Chrysanthemum Throne.

The Inato and the Fukushima were two of three most powerful yakuza clans on Honshu Island and their infamous war was reminiscent of a time where the yakuza traded bullets like sushi. For a time, they settled with fighting other yakuza clans and absorbing them into their folds. The Inato focused more on around the Tokyo area, mostly Shinjuku and Shibuya, while the Fukushima hit everything south of Tokyo going down to Yokohama, their home base.

Despite having the support from the southern islands, Inato couldn’t get much of a foothold of much of Honshu with the Fukushimas having the support of the third major family, the Sagawas, who controlled Osaka, Kyoto, and Kobe. However, the Inato was able to get a trip down the Kyoto-Osaka-Kobe connection and without completely controlling it, they were able to establish a drug and goods pipeline for cash flow. 

A peace was established that was more of toleration than pure serenity. The peace changed when Takashi Fukushima, next in line for oyabun when his father Daiichi retired, breathed his last. The Inato’s most ruthless
gashira hosa
, Daiki Fukai, caused a greater stir when he met his end. From there, Kento Karahawa and Hideyoshi Ioka traded shots culminating in several deaths.   

“For now, we have to keep our eyes open to everything,” Hayashi said. “Kento will be coming after you.”

“You think I can’t handle Kento?” David asked.

“Not like this. If Sanko’s involved, he has no problem sacrificing you. Until we get to the bottom of this, you need to stay out of sight. At least until this dies down.”

“What’s really bothering you, Hayashi? Why are you stopping me from doing my job? There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“You’re not ready for that conversation yet. Just do me this one favor and don’t ask so many questions, okay?”

Hayashi left a frustrated, curious David to his thoughts. 

****

Besides Shinjuku, the other nightlife area famous in Tokyo was Roppongi. One major difference between the two lied in its patrons. While Shinjuku catered mostly to the seediest Japanese to include yakuza running a majority of the establishments, Roppongi catered to foreigners even though Japanese women frequented there in crews to see if they could snag foreigners.

However, for Ayuko Fukai, it was time to work.

She managed to find a club that would accept her for a job, although she had to lie about her age to receive the job, but due to her looks, none of the workers there really care one way or another. She ended up working at a club called
Galaxy
, the Roppongi equivalent to
Night Nurses
in Shinjuku. Unlike
Night Nurses
, Galaxy represented more in the style of an American strip club than a Japanese one. Women would dance on two stages on the poles and if a customer wanted, he could go for a lap dance in the back.

Another major difference was the crop of women in
Galaxy
, mostly of Russians, Eastern Europeans, a few Filipinas, one or two Australians and Canadians, and some Japanese dancers.

Ayuko got dressed into her outfit for the evening, not worrying about the people around her with their gossip. Ayuko stuck to business. Her only job was to make money to get away from home. Nothing else mattered. When she was finished, as she usually did when she left for school, she would take a picture of her older brother out from her pocket, kissed it, and went out into the floor to see if she could pick up customers.

The program was simple. If a customer recommended you, you were in that customer’s company for the night until he either left or wanted someone else. A woman tried to coach that customer to buy drinks, either in glasses or in bottles. If you received bottles, that meant more pay at the end of the night. If you got him to the VIP, it meant even more.

Of course, the special part was the performance. This was what Ayuko Fukai lived for. She wanted nothing more than to show off her moves and impress her crowd. When she was called by the DJ to go on stage, Ayuko welcomed it with vigor and passion. The DJ played the right music for her, one of her favorite artists and songs for the moment: DJ Khaled’s “Take It to the Head!” The minute it played, she wiped the pole up and down, threw the towel to the side and went to work. With every part of the beat, she worked every inch of her body to make sure that her audience, mostly older Japanese men, took a gander and wanted to give her a tip. Most of the
Galaxy
dancers didn’t have the moves that she did; ones that included twerking and booty work that most American strippers had. Plus, she was able to do things with her cheeks that none of the other girls could even imagine.

All the other strippers could do was stop and stare. The Japanese guys got on the stage and waved 1,000 yen bills in front of her. She went on all fours, pointed to one of the men to lie down, and took the 1,000 bill. She placed it on his mouth as she proceeded to slithered to his belly right down to his belt. She put her hand under his pants and felt his penis. The elder enjoyed every minute of it as he took a taste of her buttocks, or as much as he could taste with her noticing. Ayuko slithered back to his mouth and bit the 1,000 bill from his mouth and put it under her lace bra.  

For the entire night, she had more performances similar to this without too much VIP. Despite this, Ayuko had a decent night and look forward to a fruitful time working, getting out at a decent time so she wouldn’t be late for school.

****

Hayashi returned to his office, where task force personnel came together to discuss the Inato murders at the Daiki Fukai funeral. He dodged the fray and went straight into his office and closed and locked his door. He sat down and brought out two things: a bottle of sake and a scrapbook. He uncorked the sake with his teeth and opened the scrapbook.

He opened to one page in particular: a family tree of the Inato and Fukushima crime family. He opened up his top drawer and took out a red marker. On the picture that showed Daiki Fukai and several other members, he made big “X’s” on some of the pictures. He flipped to a page before that, which showed another family tree chart of more of the same, a majority of them the Fukushimas, and another “X” was placed on the picture of Takashi Fukushima, the Yokohama Stripper Slasher.