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Ang Hamog Sa Mahimbing Na Umaga	By : xtaleenmethane Category: > Kaoru/Toshiya Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It took weeks of research and planning before Niikura Kaoru found himself waiting inside a modest café, smoking his nth stick of menthol, and drinking his second cup of espresso. To some, this was just part of a daily ritual; to Kaoru, it was a dubious job assigned to him by none other than one of the most powerful and influential Wakagashira’s1 of the Kanto Hatsukakai2, Wataru Yuichiro—more widely known as Kanto no Yoshiki3. To accept the assignment was as futile as refusing it because, on Kaoru’s back now lies the future of the Kanto Alliance. Yoshiki made it clear to Kaoru that finding and killing the remaining heir of the Kokusui-kai4 was the key to its downfall. It’s old Kumicho5, Sato Takeo, lost his first son in a brutal carnage that happened three years ago in Omega, a well-known Tokyo nightspot. The bloodbath was reportedly started by one of Kanto’s own, Hakuei; a known trouble-maker since he was a member of the local bosozoku6, he has since thrown away any reservations about living up to his gained notoriety. Sato Eiji fell victim to one of his liquor-induced rages, saying his last goodbye to the end of a .45 caliber pistol. Sato Takeo was at his wits ends when the corpse of his son was uncovered at the city morgue; since then, his physical and mental health has gone downhill. The ailing Kumichodid not want to pass his position to someone not in his bloodline, and ordered his subordinates to locate his only remaining son.
This decision sent small but devastating ripples in the Kokusui-kai’s hierarchy, and three years of unstable leadership had cost the Kokusui the trust of its famed ally, the Yamaguchi-gumi7. Although still considered as one of the strongest, local affiliates of Japan’s largest Yakuza organization, the Kokusui-kai had a lot to make up for. In early 2004, just after Eiji’s death, Sato Takeo suffered a heart attack and was bed-ridden for almost two months—leaving the whole Kokusui operation to a younger Wakagashira, Sugizo. As experienced as he was in this business, Sugizo ended up leading the Kokusui into deeper waters. One of the biggest shipment of Korean and Russian sex slaves were lost to the Tokyo police when Sugizo failed to deliver the payment and to pick up the assets on time. As a result, the Yamaguchi-gumi lost its biggest supplier and had cost them their tight hold over the Japanese sex industry.
For a couple of months, Sugizo was in hiding and Sato Takeo was tightly guarded. However, after failing to catch him on several occasions, the Yamaguchi-gumi eventually lifted the bounty for Sugizo’s head and called him in—the young Wakagashira surrendered himself upon the insistence of a still-sane Sato Takeo. A week after the capitulation of Sugizo, he and the old Kumicho were both sporting mutilated left pinkies; a customary Yakuza form of penance. Tsukasa Shinobu, the incumbent Yamaguchi-gumi boss who was serving a six-year sentence in prison, spoke to them through a phone patch and has directly ordered Sato and Sugizo to get the Kokusui-kai back into shape before he his well-anticipated discharge. The foreboding words Sato Takeo heard from Tsuakasa was enough to bring him back to his senses. However, severe grief has taken its toll on him. The old boss was more often that not observed to have had varying moods and was often found staring blankly into space, repeating Eiji’s name.
Out of loyalty, the Kokusui-kai exerted all its efforts to finding this so-called ‘last remaining heir’ to the Sato lineage. With a sickly Kumicho and a disorganized Kokusui-kai still to take care of, Sugizo prioritized the search for Sato’s long lost son. It was much easier said than done, especially when two of the Kanto Hatsukakai’s top dogs were on the same page as he was.
Kaoru blew the grayish smoke from up in the air and watched it as it ballooned then scattered into the low-lying ceiling of the café. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and signaled the waitress to bring another cup of Vinta espresso. He shuffled in his sit and reached for the brown envelope that contained all the information he worked so hard to get. As he looked through the jumble of papers, he remembered the afternoon when Yoshiki assigned Hakuei as his partner for this job. At the moment the name was uttered, a big piece of sweetened, sticky rice ball wedged itself at the backend of his tongue, choking him to a near saccharine-induced death. Kaoru immediately opposed the older man’s decision to partner him with the longhaired nuisance but any further discussions about him working alone were immediately dismissed. As Yoshiki accounted for almost every event that transpired within the last five years over green tea and hara-kiri sweets, Kaoru summoned all his strength to keep thoughts of drowning himself in the bitter drink away. The mere notion of working with the infamous Shatei8, was horrible, but for it to be forced unto him was like getting it straight up the ass from a pierced, homosexual, PVC-wearing biker—it happens fast and hard, and it leaves a very painful sting. The very next day, he was on a one-sided discussion with the said man, laying out a plan that only Kaoru will eventually do on his own. Kaoru exhaled loudly, trying to banish the memory of the day when he almost thought that killing Hakuei would be the holiest act he can do to salvage his sanity.
Kaoru opened the envelope that contained pieces of information about their quarry. For two months worth of research, the findings were minimal. They were, however, enough to go on with the job at hand. He and Hakuei began this reconnaissance mission at pretty much the same time as Sugizo started gathering up all his remaining resources to find the missing Sato heir. From the last Kaoru have heard though, the other group was nowhere near finding ‘the heir’—as Hakuei have taken to calling the missing person they were looking for.
The thought pulled at Kaoru’s restraints for he just spent nearly two hours waiting for his missing partner to show up. Kaoru expected something like this to happen considering that Hakuei had the gal not to make an appearance during the fact-finding phase. A white cigarette stub was put out none-to-gently on the ashtray as the hands of his watch showed it was a quarter-past four in the afternoon. Kaoru then decided to go over the papers; several pages worth of photocopied legal documents that prove the existence of the heir. He pulled out a besmirched, sepia-toned photograph of a woman in her early twenties. Kaoru stared at the picture, looking over a naturally-honed face—a perfect frame for almond-shaped eyes, an aristocratic nose, and a pair of rose petal lips. This picture alone, had Kaoru known earlier, was sufficient to track down the heir.
While Kaoru was lost in own thoughts, the café’s door chimes jingled, announcing the entrance of another customer. Kaoru looked up from the mess of documents in his hands only to find the nauseating, GQ-smile of his very late cohort. To most people a slight change in facial expression was natural and good, however, Kaoru found Hakuei’s newfound habit of smiling grating at the most sensitive part of his nerves, to the point that the other man—more often that not—scares him with the act. Hakuei’s tall frame swaggered elegantly across the barely occupied coffee shop, eyes not leaving Kaoru’s own. The latter watched as his partner pulled out the chair and sat himself on it; arranging his body as if he’s expecting the paparazzi to come out of the sugar bowl any second.
“Is this gonna be long? I’ve got a meeting to attend to,” said the latecomer as he dusted some invisible dust from his black, sports jacket.
“A meeting? With who? Nameless, fuck-friend number 78? What happened with being ‘hands-on’, you thoughtless prick?” Kaoru quite literally hissed at Hakuei, forgetting his composure for a couple of seconds.
“I said I’ll be here—I didn’t say I’ll be here on time,” answered Hakuei, a cigarette now resting limply on his lips. He pulled out his lighter from his pocket and lighted the cancer stick. “So, where are we at with the investigation?”
Kaoru fought the urge to take his chair and break it on Hakuei’s patrician face. He breathed deeply and took a cigarette himself. Upon lighting his, he pushed the documents up to Hakuei and said, “That’s pretty much all I can find on him.”
Hakuei fished through the disarrayed papers and pulled out a birth certificate. He took a deep drag from his reds and pulled the document close to his face. “Toshimasa, given name. Hara, family name… wait, Hara? His surname is Hara?”
“No. Pitt. Yes, it’s Hara. It’s in fine print, right?” said Kaoru, sarcasm coming out as naturally as Japanese honorifics. Another drag of his menthol capped the slur. “It looks like our old friend, Sato Takeo, went to great lengths to cover up his dirty deeds,” he added.
“Cover up? I didn’t know people like us had enough dignity left to protect,” replied Hakuei.
“Most of us do, Hakuei. And that’s because not all of us just play gangsta in our little Pachinko store like you do,” said Kaoru, never breaking the glare he aimed at Hakuei.
An elegantly shaped middle finger went up in the air, saluting Kaoru’s straightforwardness. Hakuei went back to reviewing the document. “Why would a big time mob boss go through all the trouble in hiding this? Concubines and bastard kids are considered normal in our world.”
“Sato Takeo’s marriage to Ito Fumiko was arranged by his Uncle and he had to take that woman’s hand in matrimony or risk losing the title to another Wakagashira. The elder Sato did not tolerate defiance and considered it as a personal insult. At the time that this Toshimasa was born, Ito Fumiko was already married into the Sato family and was with child—Eiji. Takeo was smart enough not to expose his jugular for the kill,” explained Kaoru as he accepted the small cup of coffee from the waitress.
“It seemed that a lot of his own people wanted him out of the game early on, huh? Has he no fear of the very same people raising hell within the Kokusui-kai?” asked Hakuei.
“Easy. He has Sugizo. That bastard maybe young but he has earned Sato’s trust throughout the years and, according to rumors, is the only Wakagashira who’s truly loyal to him. It’s a good thing Sugizo is charismatic enough to earn the same amount of unbreakable loyalty from most of the lower-level mobsters.” answered Kaoru. “To Sato, it’s better to have one hundred percent of Sugizo’s loyalty than to have one percent of all the other Underboss’ combined.”
“Doesn’t Yoshiki have a big beef against that egotistical maniac? I remembered Yoshiki showing two bullet wounds gracefully provided for by Sugizo,” said Hakuei.
“Whatever happened between the two of them will remain between the two of them. Yoshiki never really liked talking about it and extremely hates having other people do all the talking for him,” said Kaoru, lightly stressing that he couldn’t care less about any personal vendettas the two Underboss have for each other.
Hakuei mindlessly dismissed another one of Kaoru’s acidic, vocal shots. “And this woman… Yoo— ,” trailed Hakuei as he tried to read the bad print.
“Yui. Hara Yui. Sato took her family name and used it to complete the birth certificate. He named himself Hara Takeshi in that document… if only you would try to read it,” said Kaoru, as if instructing a child.
“By golly, there it is!” said Hakuei, in his irritating, sugary derision. He took a puff from his cigarette and half-heartedly stubbed it out on the ashtray… smoke rising from the tiny butt as the remaining embers died away. Hakuei continued examining the document and then asked, “Where are the two Hara’s now?”
“Hara Yui disappeared with her son only weeks after conceiving. Never left an address or a phone number where she can be reached. She used to work as a waitress in a bar that Sato frequented when he was younger. Her co-workers and friends say they were pretty close… maybe even in-love,” Kaoru said with a shrug.
“So that’s it? Hara Yui just disappeared?”
“That’s the interesting part. My findings lead me to believe that the two Hara’s never left Tokyo. The mother continued to work and sent her son to public school… all the while remaining below the Yakuza radar,” answered Kaoru in between sips of his coffee.
“They played hide and seek with Sato and his filthy Yamaguchi-mongrels for two decades? ” asked Hakuei, venom apparent in his voice. He tossed the birth certificate back on the heap of papers. “Toshimasa and his mom must be pretty lucky.”
“I don’t know if you’ve been listening to me but I think it’s pretty apparent that Sato doesn’t want to see nor acknowledge them. Even if he passed by them, he wouldn’t even give a second glance—his control freak of an Uncle was a bad weed and it took way too long for him to die. If he himself trudged on a dusty path of his own making, he will end exposing his own secrets. Bottomline, Sato was being tolerant, and Hara Yui was being street smart.”
“Like living with cancer,” said Hakuei.
“You can say that,” added Kaoru. “And since you brought that up, I found Hara Yui the other day.”
“Really?”
Kaoru reached for the documents and fished out the old photograph and another grayed out photocopy. He handed it to Hakuei and said, “That’s her, and this is her death certificate. She’s buried in the T. Waters Memorial Park, just a couple of miles from where the Chuo Ward meets Tsukiji. She died of ovarian cancer just five years ago.”
“Sad. What of the younger Hara?” asked Hakuei as he reviewed the death certificate.
“Ah yes… Hara Toshimasa. I don’t know if he is aware of who he is and what he meant to other people but he’s pretty skilled in holing himself up. Took me a couple of weeks to dig up anything that’s related to him. According to his secondary academic records, he never applied for a university or a decent technical college. Just never had enough money to go around, I guess. He had a lot of sidelines… worked as a short-order cook, as a sales person, as a runner, as a construction worker… you name it. After asking past co-workers, I found out that he used to bunk in with friends. He would leave his mother for a couple of months, moving from one job to another. When his mom fell ill though, he had to give up his ‘freelancing’ and started working at a Ramen house near the hospital where Hara Yui was confined,” related Kaoru. He shuffled through the mess of documents again and pulled a couple of papers. “According to some of the nurses there, Toshimasa was a nice, young man. He saved up all his earnings to pay for his mom’s hospital bills and medicine. However, one medical note made on his mother’s patient chart clearly stated that he couldn’t afford to pay for Chemo. Anyway, regardless of whether Hara Yui got that therapy or not, he was fighting a losing war. The cancer has spread and it was in its chronic stage when it was diagnosed.”
“This boy sound’s like he’s an over-worked mule,” added Hakuie. “And by george! If that went on any longer, we wouldn’t have to bother killing him, eh old chap?” taunted Hakuei in his broken, British-laced, English.
“If you hadn’t killed his older brother, we wouldn’t have to,” retorted Kaoru.
“Going back to the issue at hand,” said Hakuei, offering Kaoru a generous glare and made a passing glance at the discarded birth certificate. “He was born November 19, 1984. That makes him twenty-two… or twenty-three by now.”
“Thank you for your enlightement. Is there anything else Zodiac-related you’d like to add? No? Okay… as you said a while ago and I quote, ‘going back to the issue at hand’,” said Kaoru, taking the words out of Hakuei mouth. “I guess you’d like to know where he is, right?”
“What do you think, asshole?” retorted Hakuei.
“After beating the living hell out of three druggies and threatening them with castration, they pointed me to a where the heir-cum-neophyte-pothead is working,” answered Kaoru knowingly. He leaned over and snatched the death certificate of Hara Yui from Hakuei’s hand and put it on top of the documents. He took his time straightening out the papers and smoothing out any creases. He could hear Hakuei tapping his finger on the table. He smiled to himself, deliberately slowing down his movements. The barnacled-haired moron in front of him can wait.
“I think Yoshiki made you my partner to punish me,” said Hakuei.
“You’d think that, wouldn’t you?” said Kaoru behind a toothy smile. “And I wouldn’t even make second thoughts on killing you if you fuck this up.”
Hakuei’s shapely eyebrow went up. Surely, this mission is going to hit more than two birds with one stone.
Satisfied that all the documents were arranged neatly within the envelope, crease and fold free, Kaoru placed it back down on the table and took a small sip of espresso. He took out the last cigarette from the pack and lit it. Hearing the tap grow louder and more impatient, Kaoru blew the smoke intentionally into Hakuei’s direction. He usually had more class than this but the man on the other side of the table just sends him teetering near the edge of his patience and control.
“So, are you going to tell me or not?” asked Hakuei, emphasizing his last word by tapping the table loud enough for all the caffeine junkies to glance at them.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you are in a hurry, right?” asked Kaoru, as he pulled his coat sleeve up to check his watch. It was just about five o’clock in the afternoon. At the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw a tall and slim figure pass by the café window. And upon the chiming of the door, he said, “I guess you weren’t late afterall—I was just too early, because here he is, just in time.”
Taking Kaoru’s cue, Hakuei turned around and was greeted with the lanky physique of the twenty two year old Hara Toshimasa. He was not at all the person Hakuei imagined him to be. He was thinking more in the lines of Sato Eiji—a tad bit squat, a larger build, and darker skin color. This Toshimasa however was almost a carbon copy of his beautiful mother. Albeit the not-too-healthy skinny frame, the young man cannot be mistaken as Sato Takeo’s son. His face was more angular and had a noble refinement that his step-family lacked. There’s no wonder why he survived that long under the nose of the Yakuza.
Hakuei continued to observe him from across the room, magnetized by the careless aura the younger man exuded. He watched as Toshimasa unhooked the Velcro straps of his body bag and mindlessly throwing the item behind the barrista’s counter. He took the apron from a co-worker’s hand and put it on. Hakuei noticed there were dark circles around his eyes and his skin had a tiny bit of an unhealthy taint but, it was not enough to tarnish his attractiveness—no—beauty. From somewhere in the background, he heard Kaoru clear his throat.
“If you’ve finished mind-fucking the poor boy, I’ll go ahead and bid my farewell.”
Kaoru’s voice cut through the haze that built up in Hakuei’s mind. “What?”
“I said I’m going. You can have your silly fantasies some other time. I’ll send you a message tonight so I hope you keep your cellphone open and your Pachinko-centric schedule free. Tomorrow, Kokusui-kai’s lifeline will drain away as his blood bleeds into the pavement,” said Kaoru, as he mimicked a pistol in his left hand and cocked it at the unknowing Hara Toshimasa. “You said you wanted a hands-on job… here’s your chance to redeem yourself.”
With that, Kaoru stood up, tossed a couple of bills on the table, and left the café.
Hakuei stubbed out his cigarette and decided to go as well. He stood up and purposely led himself into Toshimasa’s path—the latter not really looking as he busied himself with tidying up, placing used coffee cups and saucers on his tray. Toshimasa turned and bumped into him.
“Sorry,” said the younger man, the sound barely making it to Hakuei’s ears. “I didn’t mean to run into you like that.”
“S’okay…,” said Hakuei as he glanced at the tiny white font the spelled out Toshimasa’s nick name on the black name tag. “This won’t be the last, I assure you… To-shi-ya.”
Toshimasa’s eyes narrowed, not really liking the tone. “Bite me,” he replied as he sidestepped Hakuei and went on to the next table to clear it.
“I’d be doing more than that… and much sooner than you think,” Hakuei said to himself. He opened the door and went outside to greet the carrot-flavored afternoon—inhaling the crisp, Ginza air and looking into the Persimmon skies. Hakuei always wondered why of all the beautiful cities of Japan, Tokyo had to have the most breathtaking skyline; a very sharp contrast to this city’s notoriety.
He let go of the door and allowed the chimes to sing his first and last hymn for Toshimasa.
Footnotes:

1 Wakagashira – Underboss

2 Kanto Hatsukakai – Kanto [Yakuza] Alliance

3 Kanto no Yoshiki – Yoshiki of Kanto [Hatsukakai]

4 Kokusui-kai – a small, Tokyo-based Yakuza organization that controls the Ginza district

5 Kumicho – Godfather, Oyabun, family head

6 Bosozuku – Street gangs

7 Yamaguchi-gumi – Japan’s largest and most famous Yakuza organization

8 Shatei – Younger brother
Chapter Notes:

> I started lining up the characters in this story as I wrote the first chapter. When I started this story, Kaoru, Toshiya, and Hakuei were the three main character I was adamant in keeping. Yoshiki and Sugizo just came around because of the SKIN hype that’s been going on. I even have plans on adding Miyavi in my line-up—but don’t expect Gackt to be here.

> There are some lines that were inspired by Tokyo Drift and some were just lifted off Wikipedia. Yeah. I know. Some inspiration I’ve got there.

> This chapter was very hard for me to write because I had to establish the whole story—the 5 W’s. I even had to rewrite it after posting it online because there were some hazy parts in the whole story that needed fixing. It was a struggle… believe me. I’m still building the story so bear with me on this one.
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