“Wake up! Wake up, you little slut!” came a loud booming voice which shook Kazuya out from his unconscious state.
“W-where am I?” he thought to himself, staring at the dark and unfamiliar surroundings. He tried to recall how he got here but his stinging headache slurred all his thoughts into a confusing whirl.
“Yo, bitch. I’m talking to ya…” this huge man grabbed his chin roughly and looked into his eyes. Kazuya did not know exactly what he was talking about but he could recognize some of the English words the man was saying.
“Ya better stay here and not try to escape, ya hear me? I bet that sonofabitch Nishikido is coming to save your ass. So don’t try anything funny or I might ruin your pretty little face.”
“Nishikido… is coming to save me?” Kazuya thought to himself. He tried to say something but his throat was dry and no sound came out. He tried to move his hands but they were tied tightly to the chair he was sitting on.
“W-w-water?” Kazuya managed to force out a single word request. He felt a sharp dry pain in his throat and the smoke from all the big burly men in the room just made it worse.
“Water?” one of the men looked at him with an evil smirk on his face, “ Fellas, he asked for water! What are we… some kind of hotel ? You’ll get water when Nishikido gives us what we want.” The man blew a huge puff of smoke on Kazuya’s face as he laughed and the others follow suit.
Tears gathered in his eyes as he helplessly coughed and tried to breathe despite the smoke.
“Someone…save me.” Kazuya wheezed as the thick cigarette smoke engulfed him.
A series of black cars went at full speed to the warehouses near the coasts where the Coasta mafia often hide their stash of drugs and weapons.
“That bastard better not try to do anything funny.” Nishikido mumbled to himself as the car screeched to a stop outside the large deserted warehouses.
“Sir, you are worried about him right?” Yamashita asked, a smile creeping up to his face.
“Actions, Yamashita. I have no time for words right now.”
“Right, sir.” Yamashita obeyed and handed his boss’s pistol to him.
“Make sure our men surround this warehouse. That Mosca bastard might try to play games with us.”
“Boss, please take care!” The men bowed as they went on their task.
Nishikido signaled for them to move into position as he went into the warehouse to save Kazuya.
“Ah… Signor Nishikido… what an honour to have you here.” said Mosca as he greeted the Japanese Yakuza chief.
“Save your crap. Where’s Kazuya?” Nishikido demanded, getting very irritated with the fat Italian man.
“That little thing? Don’t worry; most of my men don’t do guys.” The man smirk as he motion for Nishikido to sit down, “What would you say to a negotiation?”
“Before you say anything, let me see him first.” Nishikido said calmly, his dark eyes glaring at the other man with sheer intolerance.
“He’s right here… show him, boys.” Some of Mosca’s men stepped aside to reveal a weak Kazuya still tied onto a chair, his eyes cloudy with confusion.
“Kazu- ”Ryo was about to step forward to take a closer look when Mosca whipped out a gun and pointed at his throat.
“Negotiation first, faggot action later.” Mosca gave him a victorious grin that made Nishikido want to punch the daylights out of him. Reluctantly, Nishikido sat down on the chair opposite Mosca, waiting for his offer in exchange for Kazuya.
“What do you say to 5000 more clients to my dens,” Mosca asked daringly, “ …per month. Of course with the usual 5% commission for you people.”
“ The usual was 15%, you cunning asshole.” Nishikido spat at the unreasonable deal.
“Too bad, wrong answer.” Mosca’s thick brows furrowed as he pointed his gun at Kazuya. A soft click was heard, followed by a loud gunshot.
“NO!” Nishikido yelled.
Luckily, Mosca did not intend to kill Kazuya yet. The bullet barely missed the young man, leaving a long scraping cut on the latter’s face. In his daze, Kazuya flinched at the pain, but still remain unmoving.
“One more chance, Signor Nishikido.” Mosca looked over at Nishikido again.
“Whatever you say,” Nishikido surrendered, “ Just don’t harm him.”
“I never thought that someone as powerful as you could be weakened by someone like this,” Mosca laughed at his success.
All of a sudden, the main door of the warehouse burst open and a hundred or so men, clad in black suits came in, all armed with guns. Suddenly, Mosca and his men found themselves surrounded by the Dragon Clan.
“Surrender,” Nishikido commanded with his cold tone, “ You know that you are outnumbered.”
“Y-y-you…” Mosca could not believe that he lost his chance at making at fortune with such a small mistake in his plan; to make sure that Nishikido did not bring that many men with him to the warehouse area.
“Surrender to us and Nishikido-sama might still let you have some small deals from time to time.” Yamashita commanded as he pointed his gun at Mosca. Nishikido strolled slowly to check on Kazuya, trying to untie the younger man.
“Surrender? Me?” Mosca broke into an insane laughter, “ No, I won’t. And I am taking him with me.”
Without another word, he shot in Kazuya’s direction, injuring Nishikido on back as he collapsed on the weak man.
“N-ni-..shi…ki-do?” was the last words he heard from Kazuya before he blacked out, collapsing on Kazuya’s lap.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note: OH MAN ! I DESERVE TO BE SHOT. For not posting for ages. Time is a depleting resource when it comes to my real life. Either that or I am plain lazy. Kame's birthday fic will be posted later tonight because I am still working on it. I kept kicking myself to get up and write a birthday fic. But I don't have any great ideas biting me right now. Feel free to drop me any fic ideas ok? As for this particular Ryokame fic... it's either going to end in the next chapter... or I can give it a twist and it will probably last for another 5-6 chapters more. ...
Comment and vote! 1 more chap? Or 5-6 chaps more?
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