ILoveYamamotoSan

Kazuo opened his eyes, the sun beaming down into his pupils from his window.

"Ah, shit.."Kazuo said while rubbing his eyes gently to stop the blinding sun.

He swiped his face and sat up on the side of his bed.

He looked up and glared into the next room from his open door.

He shut his eyes and tugged himself up and started walking slowly towards the next room.

swinging his head back and forth to crack his neck.

He entered the room, blood on the floor, two dead bodies side by side.

He look up on the ceiling, it was another dead body hanging from a black cloth.

The mouth wide open, the face streaming with blood.



"Hmm.."He said while he stared with no expression and his hands in his back pockets.

He looked down on the floor, bent down and grabbed a musashi katana that was stabbed into the back of the head of one of the dead bodies. He pulled it out and whipped it so the residue slung off and hit the side of the wall.

Kazuo raised the katana over his head and wielded it through the air, the dead body on the ceiling came down, and hit the floor, then the head.

Kazuo dropped the sword bent down and grabbed the cloth that was tied around the dead bodies neck.

The cloth dragged behind him as he went into the next room.

He put his arm over his eyes as he walked in.

"Too fucking bright..." Kazuo said under his breath.

He walked up to the window and threw cloth on to the hooks connected to the window.

Kazuo sat on his bed in the darkness, grabbed a lighter and a cigarette.

He licked his lips, lit it up and took a long drag.

He stared into nothingness, the only thing you could see was the lit up butt of the cigarette he was smoking.

Kazuo then heard police sirens from a far, they got closer, and closer.

Kazuo realized they must be here for him.

He took another pull off the cigarette and remained sitting on his bed with out a care.

The police walked up to his door step, they rang the door bell but it didn't seem to work. So they knocked and banged on the door multiple times.



"OPEN UP! THIS IS THE POLICE, MR.KIRIYAMA OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!"

One of the policemen in the back said to another.

"You know this Kiriyama guy is no joke i heard"

"Oh yeah?" the other policeman said.

"Oh sure, to be honest i'm not even sure if this is safe,going to this guys house, but the head of the police department thinks it'll get him scared"

The other policeman became nervous and felt his throat become tighter.



Kazuo continued to smoke his cigarette, he put his hand on his stomach and his head fell back, he shut his eyes and waited for the police to try and capture him.

The head policeman became frustrated, he pulled out his gun and shot at the door knob, the door opened.

He hadn't realized it was unlocked the whole time. As the door opened slowly the police peered  into the house,

It was dark, and it wreaked of a terrible smell.

"Come on men" the head policeman said as he stepped into the house while holding his nose.

"it smells like death, literally" One policeman said.

Kazuo heard voices coming from the other side of his door. He continued to wait.

"Hey boss, i-i think he's over here, in this room, i feel a presence, and not a welcoming one..m-maybe we-we shouldn't be here" One policeman said.

"You shut the hell up! and suck it up! This guy has done too many crimes, it's time to take him down dead or alive!" The head policeman said.

The head policeman walked over to the door of the room which Kiriyama was in. He slowly put his hands on the door

knob, he twisted it fast and swung the door open. They couldn't see anything, it was full of darkness.

They walked into room slowly, each of their hearts beating fast.

"KAZUO KIRIYAMA, WE KNOW YOU RAPED AND MURDERED 3 YOUNG GIRLS LAST NIGHT! WE HAVE REPORTS FROM NEIGHBORS. COME ALONG PEACEFULLY!" The boss said with a shaky voice, yelling into the darkness.



Everything was silent..



"Maybe he's not here" one of the policeman said.



They then heard a laugh from the corner of the room.



"Ha...rape?...really? ..i'm not into that type of stuff.... but you know what i am in too? Blood.. these girls said they wanted to have a little fun, so i showed them fun,well, atleast...what fun is to me, i gouged out the eyes of one, and then i stuck needles into the tongue of the other one..and the last one.. ha.. well ..she was the most fun.." Kazuo explained as he started to stand up



Kazuo continued--



"You see, she was so terrified of seeing her friends die so.. rudely in front of her. well, personally i found it..quite.. enjoyable"



"You bastard!" one the policeman said



"Hey, i'm not done yet.. consider this as uh.. confession"- Kazuo said as he bent down reaching under his bed for his gun



"Anyway, the last girl was hilarious, you should've seen her, she was on the floor. so i stepped on her hand...and i took my sword and sliced off her fingers...one...by one....by one.. it was actually quite easy. I uh.then i grabbed her by her little pony tail in her hair, made her close her mouth and i stuck a knife from one end of her cheek to the other, you know.. so she couldn't scream anymore.. i do like the cries. but, the cries of Japanese girls with their high ass fucking voices gets annoying. so.. i shut her up, took a cloth and hung her from the ceiling. I saw it as a decoration....Oh, yeah. she was kicking. Kicking for her fucking life. as if someone was gonna save her worthless soul. Of coarse no one did, i looked up into here eyes, and took every ounce of life she had in her until she..well you know...died.." Kazuo continued



All of the policeman were horrified.

The boss became more angry and ran to the room completely and and yelled

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE PUNK?!!!!"



All in a sudden shots went flying to the air.

one bullet pierced the forehead of the boss, he went flying back. Multiple shots were sent, flying through the air rapidly.

The policeman ran and screamed.

Kazuo stood on the side of his bed. He continued to shoot until he could hear no more yells.

He took his hand off the trigger and laid the gun beside him, he sat up against the side of his bed and took his cigarette from his night stand, he put it in his mouth and stood back up.

He walked over to the dead bodies that were piled in his doorway. he stretched his arms around his head.

He bent down next one of the dead policeman and put his hands in his pockets, he found a wallet.

"Hmm.." he said to himself as he got up and walked over to his window, he rose up his hand and ripped down the cloth.

He could see again, he turned his head over towards his doorway.

the Blood from the dead bodies, leaking.. everywhere. The cries. it made him smirk to himself even more.

"Nothing like a good morning work out" Kazuo said.

He looked down and opened the wallet.

He saw a drivers license, he took it out and threw it to the side.

Kazuo opened the pocket of the wallet and found 120$ dollars in cash.

He thought to himself;

"I could use this..."

Kazuo threw the wallet behind him and stuffed the money in his back pocket.

He looked back over at the dead bodies in his hallway,walked over to them, sucked his teeth and sighed. He bent over and grabbed them one by one by their bloody hands and pulled them into the next room.

After Kazuo was done with moving the bodies from his path, he walked over to his bathroom. Stepping over various weapons in his way. He re-leaved himself, and then walked over to the mirror. He stared into, it for a couple of minutes and then turned on the facet.

"Days like this just make you not want to be alive, i'm bored to death" Kazuo said to himself.

He looked down at the sink and cupped some water and splashed it onto his face to get the blood off.

After Kazuo was finished, he walked out of the bathroom, slipped on some shoes,tucked a hand gun in his back pocket,

put on a beanie hat

and walked out his front door.

Kazuo started walking down the street. He then got this feeling he was being watched.

He felt as though, someone was following him.

He knew he wasn't going completely crazy at the moment, he felt a presence among him.

As Kazuo was walking down the street he lit up another cigarette. He heard the laughter of children getting closer.

He forgot about his feeling of being watched as he saw the kids playing at a local park.

The laughter of children drove Kazuo nuts, he crossed the street and stared into the park.

He took another drag of his cigarette, blew it into the direction where the kids were playing and  tossed the half smoked cigarette into the mulch of the playground. Hoping maybe it would catch fire.

Kazuo continued his path.

He came across a bar named "Seppuku Drink"

He swung the door open and a rush of cool air hit his face. The place was highly air condition Kazuo noticed.

When Kazuo entered the room everyone turned to look at him. Older men gave him a face of disgust, and younger men tried not to look at him in the eye..

As Kazuo walked into the bar he noticed a lot of rebellious young men, gangs,prostitutes,and Yakuza members.


He walked all the way passed them to the back of the bar and sat down.

He pulled out a 20 dollar bill and put it on the table. The bartender noticed him by himself and went over to greet him.

"ALL RIGHT SIR, what can i get ya?"- the bartender said eagerly.



"Sake" Kazuo replied with a stern but serene voice.



"Cannnn-I see some ID please?" the bartender replied.



Kazuo looked up to the bartender with an emotionless face. The bartender then realized.



"O-oh..uh, Mr.Kiriyama sir..i uh, well. okay! one sake coming right up!" The bartender said nervously.



Kazuo slumped back over and glared at the small TV from the left of him.



"..soccer, what a stupid fucking sport" He thought to himself.



Kazuo over heard a conversation going on behind him. It sounded like two very important men discussing some type of situation. Kazuo was never the one to listen in on other peoples conversations, hell, he never gave a shit about much of anything.

But Kazuo wasn't listening by choice. The two men where loud, with very strong unsettling voices.



Daisuke-"So, you heard about the boss' daughter, huh?"

Gorou-"Yeah I heard"

Daisuke-"What happened with her exactly?"

Gorou-"I'm not sure, something about how she coming from the U.S back to Japan because she got into some type of trouble"

Daisuke-"Trouble? what kind of trouble? she's just a 19 year old girl, what could she possibly being doing that's so bad that she had to be sent back to her home country?"

Gorou took a sip of his beer and began to explain what the boss told him about Mari-Chan.



"Here you go Mr. Kiriyama, one sake" The bartender said to Kazuo as he handed him the drink.

Kazuo drank it in one gulp and asked for another one.

he heard the conversation continue behind him.



Gorou-"Yeah, he said after the guy tried to have his way with her, she uh--... grabbed a knife and cut of his.uh,... well..you know"

Daisuke-"HIS DICK!?"

Gorou-"Uh, yeah..she was convicted of attempted murder, but, being that her dad is a Yakuza boss he took care of it, and had her sent here.. he thinks the 'HARSH STREETS OF TOKYO WILL MAKE MARI-CHAN SCARED AND MAKE HER STOP DOING THE STUFF SHE'S DOING'...I'm telling you, she is the boss' daughter, she's just as twisted and crazy as he his, maybe even more.. I don't know what the boss was thinking man"

Daisuke looked at Gorou in surprise.



Kazuo got his other shot of sake and poured it down his throat. Kazuo didn't seem to care about what was going on in the Yakuza life. So he over looked the entire story.

As the sake was setting into his system, he then remembered  how he felt like he was being watched and followed

on his way to the bar.

"I might just have to kill another person today if i find out who was following me" Kazuo said to himself while he smirked.

Kazuo saw a hand set down another two shots of sake in front of him.

He looked up at the bartender.

"THESE! are on the house Mr. Kiriyama" the bartender said.

Kazuo gulped the two right up and continued to sit.

The time passed on, and on, until Kazuo was head down on the bar counter.



"Uh, Mr.Kiriyama! Mr.Kiriyama, you don't look too good. maybe you should get on home now" The bartender said.

Kazuo rose his head up to try and look at the bartender.

His head in a swirl, his mind in a daze, he couldn't think straight, and his arms felt like wet noodles.

"..what the fuck..i've never felt like this before" he said to himself while holding his head.

Kazuo pushed his chair back and walked to the front door, swaying from side to side trying to stay stable.

He stood outside and reached into his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth,

he got out his lighter and tried to light his cigarette. for some reason his cigarette kept getting away from him.

The cigarette fell out his mouth and fell on the floor.

"Kuso"(shit)- he said to himself.

Kazuo sighed, and walked to his house trying not to get hit by a car.

He walked up his block and onto his front steps.

Kazuo looked at his door, and noticed it was slightly opened.

"Weird..." Kazuo thought to himself.

"I didn't leave my door open.." he continued.

Kazuo quietly stepped inside his house while reaching for his hand gun in his back pocket. He walked all the way in with the gun loaded, his finger on the trigger.

He noticed his bedroom door was opened half way, he knew someone was in his room...

"It's probably one of those cops, one of them probably didn't die all the way" Kazuo thought to himself.

He walked into his room, swung his door open and pointed his gun to the bed.

His eyes widened,

he rose an eyerbrow.

Kazuo became confused...






It was a girl..



sleeping faced down on his bed.

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