Yamamoto sat in the office of his father in his manor, trying to focus himself. He had been working for his father for several weeks now, and had acquired several thousand dollars to himself through various assassinations of rival Yakuza, Police Officers, and Political Officials attempting to stamp out crime. Some had proven particularly had to track down, but all were found eventually. None were able to escape from the endless determination of Atticus, an information broker that Yamamoto had met several times now. 

He was a foreigner from the west, supposedly from England. He had connections through various international crime syndicates, as well as communications through innumerable corrupt officials, DEA Agents, and Counter-Terrorism Units. He truly was a man who had mastered his craft of gathering and delivering information, for a price. 

Yet the young assassination had been so busy clearing the way for his father’s empire, he had not returned to the manor since his first day up until now. It was only when the oak door behind him opened, was his train of thought broken. He believed it was his father for only a moment, before realizing the footsteps too soft.

[b]“Who are you..?”[/b] Asked the voice of a young girl, perhaps ten years of age.

The youth turned around and found a little girl in a light blue sundress, standing in the doorway looking confused at Yamamoto. She approached tentatively, and her long black hair was pulled back in a single braid. She had the same facial features as the assassin’s father, only slightly altered. Yamamoto stood up from the chair, turning to her, slightly shocked that such a young girl lived in a home that mobsters, thugs and gangsters frequented. 

[b]”My… My name is Yamamoto. Who are you..?”

“My name is Asuka Kikagawa! Are you a friend of my daddy..?”[/b] She spoke cheerfully and with the enthusiasm only one so young could ever have. She stuck out her hand for a handshake.

[b]“You… could say that. Your Father is also my own. I came a very long distance to see him, and meet him for the first time.”[/b] Yamamoto spoke awkwardly, unsure if Katsu wanted the young girl to know of his true origins. He hadn’t hid the information from his own business associates, nor had he flaunted it. Yet telling members of his family may have been different. He shook her hand lightly.

[b]”So you’re like my big brother!?”[/b] She spoke in awe, before squealing in delight and rushing forth to embrace the young man, throwing her arms around him.

[b]”I always wanted a big brother!”[/b] She said, burying her face in his jacket happily. 

At first the young Japanese man seemed hesitant when faced with such affection, but slowly smiled and placed a hand on the young girls head, appreciative at such seemingly freely given love and compassion. It had been truly a rare feeling in Yamamoto’s life to feel loved.
Katsu stepped inside the office and nodded solemnly to the pair and then spoke in nearly a whisper.

[b]“Asuka, could you please leave us. I’m afraid your… brother and I need to discuss something.”[/b]

[b]“Oh… okay, daddy. I’ll see you later big brother!”[/b] She giggled lightly and skipped out of the office, not a car in the world. 

Katsu turned to Yamamoto in a solemn way, seemingly reserved.

[b]”Yamamoto, your work has been greatly appreciated by the Kikagawa Clan, as our profits have nearly doubled since your arrival, as well as our territory. The other clans are terrified of this mysterious shadow of death that our clan now possesses. But all of this has simply been practice in preparation for an Assassination that will truly change the way business is run in Japan.

There is a man who is called Tremor, who is capable of creating earthquakes with his fists, as well as trained in martial arts much like you. His senses are very acute and powerful, making it very hard to sneak up on him. His reaction time, strength and stamina are beyond that of any mere mortal. He is truly gifted by the Heavens.”[/b]

Yamamoto nodded gravely; understand what his father would soon ask of him. He doubted this ‘Tremor’ could match him in martial arts. After all, even a man stronger or faster than any other couldn’t have honed his body in such a way as Yamamoto. So much suffering and pain had been had to hone this particular set of skills.

[b]”I need you to kill him. You shall be paid 54 million Yen, nearly $500,000. He has disgraced our organization, and brought dishonor to us. It needs to be known that none may abandon the Yakuza. Even a man blessed by the Heavens. Do you understand..?”

“Yes, Father. It shall be done. This kill shall bring great Honor and Glory to our Clan.”

“Indeed it will, my son. I think after word gets out that Beesting has successfully assassinated Tremor, the others shall finally bend the knee and accept our Clan as the dominant… and myself as the supreme leader of the Yakuza in Japan.

Get some sleep tonight. You may sleep in the guest bedroom down the hall. I shall inform you when Atticus has tracked down Tremor. This will be your finest hour.”[/b]

Yamamoto bowed slightly to his father, and stepped outside of the office quietly, and made his way to the guest bedroom swiftly. He was naturally quiet and quick in his movements now, after so much time spent with those two traits being in great importance. Once inside room, he found the window open, and the stars and moon of the night sky illuminating the heavens above. A hand-drawn picture lay on his bed.
It was of Asuka and Yamamoto, holding hands in a park, all drawn by one who was very young, and very innocent.
The young assassin only smiled, and put the drawing in his inner jacket pocket.

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