I kneeled at my father's side, holding his gun wound, tears streaming from my eyes. I looked forward at the man who'd just unloaded a clip into his chest. Reaching to my side, I remove my dual katana's and charge my enemy, dodging his bullets on my way. Once in armswidth, one quick slice from my blade took his head clean off. With my old man out of the way, I'd take control of Yakuza. Then I knew what my first act as head of the Yakuza would be...War against the opposing Triads..After all, they did deserve it for killing his father, no?

"Jin....Jin!" A panting member of from my crew called out to me. I looked at him, an annoyed expression on my face.

"What is it, Hiinja?"

"It's the casino...The Triads...they...they burned it down! Everything's gone!"

"Damn." I muttered under my breath. I suppose it was a war they were looking for. Sheathing my blades, I grab my pistols and hop into my vehicle with Hiinja and drive to The Red Dragon. A casino owned by my family. As my informant had told me, the whole place was burned down.

"Well, where are all the guards? All of my soldiers?"

"Dead. Those who did manage to live fleed"

"Unfaithful rats." I said to myself.

Out of the corner of my eye sped a big van, headed straight for me.

"Get down!" I shout to Hiinja, throwing myself over him. The felt the impact of the van ramming the car. Then....nothing..

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Opening my eyes, I strain to see the group standing before me. I try to reach for my blades when I realize my hands are tied.

"What the fuck do you want with me..?" I struggle to spit out of my mouth.

"I...want your power." The elderly man standing behind a group of bodyguards said, laughing.

One of the bodyguards aimed a gun to myself, another, put a gun to Hiinja's head.

"You leave Hiinja out of this! He's but a boy!" I shouted as the bodyguard laughed and pulled the trigger, ending the life of the young 17 year old. I tried to cry out, but I was choked up. My best friend...pretty much my little brother, had just been shot in the face.

"So...Here's how we're going to do this... There's a shipment of my cocaine leaving to New York in two hours...You will be on that ship. What you do after you arrive, I have no care. But if I ever see you here again...I'll..." He paused and smiled. "You don't want to know what I'll do. Humori, take him to the docks."

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Opening my eyes, I see the face of someone...A stranger...I could say. She spoke a strange language..One that I didn't understand. My father had done business with people like her...

"Are you okay? Do you need any help?" She asked me. I smelled an awful smell. Looking around myself, I'd noticed where I was - Laying in a heap of trash at the city Junkyard. The Stranger took my hand and helped me up. I assumed she knew I didn't understand what she asked me. Smiling, she began to speak my language. After helping me up, she handed me $500 in American money, and I was on my way in the streets of New York. Nowhere to go..Nothing to do...It was like a whole other world.

Leviathan whistles in amazement at the story.

Well, you came quite a long way from riches to rags. Well I wish you luck on making the trip back to riches.

Welcome to this side of the planet , your in good hands.

Respect

AL D.