Chapter 2: The contract made with blood.
Eiji's gaze was still fixed on the young woman, crouching down, her arms outstretched to hug the little boy, but the way she did it was... clumsy. Tsuya had mentioned her blindness. At least the child hadn't completely lied.
A loud voice pulled Eiji out of his thoughts. It was Big G, who was standing among five of his men, two by his right and three by his left, armed. Big G tattooed arms crossed against his chest, with an arrogant and stupid smirk.
"So, like that, you were looking for me, huh? Did you really think I wouldn't know you were here, on my turf?" He laughed, a raspy, dark laugh, a laugh that made your ears bleed.
"Well, Japanese guy, you underestimated me. You want what? Vengeance?" He scoffed.
"If your girls weren't this... tempting," He said, licking his dry lips.
"Maybe they wouldn't be at the hospital right now." He continued, his men around him snickered.
His words were crude and cruel. It made Himari hug Tsuya protectively closer.
Eiji was coldly calm. Almost bored. Toma and Jamal had already taken their gun out.
"You think that I want vengeance? No, I'm going to make an example out of you." He snapped his finger, and Toma and Jamal raised their guns in perfect sync. The men of Big G mirrored their move without missing a beat.
"Touch a member of the Satô's and you die. But something is intriguing me..." He jerked his chin toward Hisami and Tsuya.
"What does this have to do with them? They work for you or Something?."
Big G burst into laughter.
"Them? Nah, call them collateral damage. When I heard you were coming here, i had to find something to attract you here, and i know how much of a pussy you are around kids and women." This crude comment made his men laugh a bit too loudly; Jamal's face twisted in a grimace of disgust.
"Looking at you before me right now proves to me that I was right to do it."
He walked to Himari and Tsuya, a cruel grin plastered on his face. He wrapped a rough hand on her chin, and she yelped in surprise. Tsuya kicked against his thigh, defending his sister.
"Let her go, you brute !" Big G, annoyed by Tuya, raised his hand as if to punch him, but Himari reacted fast; she wrapped her hand around the wrist of the hand that was holding her, and she bit it, hard. And from this chaos erupted.
"AAARGH, YOU BITCH! LET GO!."
He shoved her off roughly; she lost her balance and fell on the ground.
Big G holding his bloody hand, cursing his lung out
Tsuya, without missing a beat, kneeled beside her.
"Nee-san! Are you okay?!" He asked in panic, tears rolling down his cheeks.
She nodded vigorously, fumbling for his hand.
"Let's go! Let's take advantage of the fact that they're all distracted!"
She said with urgency, standing up, She fumbled running off the scene with Tsuya as he was guiding them as fast as he could out of this mess.
Big G's minions, who were standing on the right, tried to reach for them before they could leave.
But Eiji was fast, he pulled out his gun and was the first to shoot. The two men on the right were down, bullets between their eyes as they fell on the ground heavily, lifeless. Jamal and Toma followed suit, not missing a beat. The three men on the left barely had the time to react; shots echoed in the narrowed alley, bullets went through their chests, and bodies dropped one by one, lifeless.
Big G, caught off guard, tried to reach for his gun in his waistband, but Eiji shot ring in the air, aimed for his knee, and the man collapsed with a grunt of pain.
"Y-You bastard! You're going to pay for this!" He barked, spit spilling out of his mouth.
Toma and Jamal now aimed at Big G, waiting patiently for orders. The smell of gunpowder in the air, stifling, reigns in this chaotic alley.
Eiji walked toward where he fell, he crouched at his level, and pressed the barrel of his gun against Big G's lips.
"Ohh," he purred.
"I would love to see you try." He smirked darkly.
"But if I were to kill you, how would your daughter survive without her precious little father?"
The question hung in the air, and the color of Big G's face drained of its color.
Eiji chuckled.
"What? You really thought that I wouldn't look for your weakness? Poor baby girl, though, having a father like you... Maybe I'd do her a favor by killing you." He retreated the gun from his lips.
"But my father asked me to collect a debt as an apology from you. You're lucky... So you're paying? or should I pay a visit to your little princess?"
He pulled out his phone. He showed Big G the screen, a picture of where his baby mama and his daughter live.
"Or my men should pay them a visit of courtesy, hm?."
Big G's earlier confidence was gone, replaced with cold realization.
"F-Fuck you, coward, using my daughter as a blackmail!"
Eiji cut him off.
"Surely using a blind girl and a 5-year-old boy as hostages and bait is better."
Big G let out a bitter and humorless laugh.
"Touché... Name your price, asshole." He panted with disdain and venom.
Eiji smirked widen.
"Good boy, see, was it that hard?" He turned serious as he stood up.
"What we want is half of everything you want, your turf? ours, the money you make? ours, am I clear?" It wasn't a question; it was more of a command.
He smirked coldly. And turned his head toward Jamal.
"Bring me the contrat" Jamal nodded lowering his gun, and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.
The paper is folded and crumpled, but it will do the trick; a signature from him will suffice.
Jamal handed him the sheet. Eiji took it and crouched down again.
"Sign," he ordered.
"I don't have a pen, asshole." Big G spits out.
Eiji burst out laughing and grabbed his wrist.
"Use your blood then," He held out his hand toward the wound at his knee, pressing his thumb to the bloody wound, which made him groan in pain through his clenched teeth.
"Fucking psycho," he hissed as Eiji forced his bloody thumb into the contract below the word 'Signature.'
Eiji chuckled.
"I know,"
he singsong, standing up
"You belong to me now,'Big G', and remember this because next time i won't be son nice. Orders of my father or nah."
Jamal tugged his gun back in his gun holster.
"What about that kid and the woman? They saw our face."
Eiji knocked off Big G with the butt of his gun against his temple before tugging it in his holster.
He stood up, tugging the contract in his jacket pocket. He turned to face Jamal's serious face and Toma, who was grinning like the idiot he is, mirroring their moves.
"Idiot, the woman is blind, she didn't see us, and what's more, who would believe a 5-year-old kid, eh? I even have a feeling she won't say anything; they were here on vacation, right? So I think they'll leave this country very quickly to forget everything. If that's not the case..."
He trails off
"I'll take care of it personally."
"Let's go back to the hotel and call the others back."
He commanded, jerking his chin towards the lifeless bodies.
"Let them clean this shit up." He said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.
"And let them get this moron treated. We still need him." He pulled a cigarrette out, between his lips.
Toma, still grinning from ear to ear, pulled out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette for him, saying,
"Anything else, boss?"
Taking a puff before releasing a cloud of smoke, the smoke curled lazily around his face, and his dark eyes narrowed. Eiji said.
"Yeah, get the jet ready, we're returning to Japan tommorow morning."He said, turning on his heels, walking off this alley to finally rejoin the crowded pavement.
"Oh, and look, everything's on this Himari. I want to know where she lives, where she works, and her entourage and when she's going back to Japan."
Toma laughed.
"Ah! I knew it." He exclaimed, owing him a swat behind his head from Jamal, who followed after Eiji.
"Ugh, can't you be serious for a second?" He groaned in exasperation.
"Ouch! Asshole!!" He complains, rubbing the back of his head as he follows them.
Eiji smirked faintly, realizing a cloud of smoke.
"As soon as I get to where she's working, I'll go say hello to her." He promised.
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