Duo di Morte | Yakuza!AU
@ycmagucci
Komari never really fit in entirely; usually, the Yakuza was known for their rather racist tendencies towards anyone who was not Japanese or semi-Japanese -- gaijin was usually the term used -- and the man was one of the lucky few who had Italian ancestors mixed in his gene pool. Certainly, it gave him some advantage once they were working together with the Mafia brothers (that was a cool nickname he came up with, initially it was Fratelli della Mafia, but nobody really caught on to that, therefore he switched it up), however people weren’t trusting him as much as expected. Surely, he did not understand how any of them could trust someone who was working the brothels, or the casinos, let alone an assassin ring ---- but he also did not judge them for tiptoeing around him at all times.
His department was not any less cruel, but boy, it brought in the big cash. Kishigami handled the black market for organs and anything that the human body could provide. Sometimes, he was trying to get deals done with Arakita and his men, in case they killed someone for their boss to make sure to let him and his boys know, so they could just exploit a dead body for what it was. And surely, it was not a shocker anymore to anyone that the first thing Komari thought of when anyone brought up the next victims that fell under the murderous impulses of the Yakuza was to save what’s left to save and sell the organs at the highest bidding price.
Just what exactly was it that would make someone leave med school in order to pursue a rather dark job and more so ending their possibility and chances at climbing the ladder of society? Nobody really understood how someone with such splendid and almost marvelous future ahead of them, wealthy family, intelligence, good grades, best manners would ditch all of that simply to become a Yakuza ---- some even speculated that he was simply a thrill-seeker and wanted to test his limits at full speed until he’d crash against the next best tree, dead. But Kishigami merely interpreted his change of paths in a manner that confused everyone: “Some flowers don’t bloom in the warm rays of sunlight -- some flourish in the dark, only then finding their true beautiful form.” And perhaps that sentence made some believe that they were dealing more so with a lunatic than anything else.
At the dead of night, the turquoise haired male arrived at his apartment complex, while unlocking the door to his penthouse at the very top, loosening up his tie as he exhaled deeply; he really could need a nice glass of whiskey on ice right now, but alas he also still had to do some paper work for their boss, so he wasn’t all too sure about intoxicating himself like that.
Once he stepped into the apartment, he kicked off his shoes and made way into the apartment, though before he turned on the light, he could tell that somebody has been in there ---- was that one of Arakita’s lapdogs who intended to kill him off? Well, even so, their boss would be dissatisfied with such a result -- after all, Komari’s department was practically the money maker machine, right up there with the casino. And his gut feeling told him that whoever it was to intrude his privacy like that was not here for harm -- perhaps even one of his own underlings...
“I don’t really like playing hide-and-seek much. It’s really rude to just make yourself home at someone else’s apartment like that.” The man finally turned on the lights and looked around, making sure to keep one hand at his fire weapon in case this was a burglar. However, once he entered the vast living room, he was met with a familiar face -- Yamaguchi sitting on the couch. Was the man in trouble? Was he looking for a hideout? Was he bringing good or bad news? Kishigami was not sure how to feel about this late night visit. “Ah... Yamaguchi-san... よ・か・た・ねぇー...” Exhaling then as he put one hand onto his chest, slumping his frail shoulders. “You gave me a fright there~ aha...”
