Tokyo Revengers: Intrinsically Insidious

YEAR 1998

"Boss, they've begun to unify."

"I've been quite generous with them on numerous occasions, but they continuously reject my offers." The man sighed. He looked at the plate of takoyaki sitting in front of him. He picked up his chopsticks and indulged himself. "It's truly a pity for their own benefit."

The man slid the chair back as he finished his dish. "Dealing with people of that nature is not in my schedule. Business matters demand my attention. Handle the situation as you wish."

"B-But boss, we need your orders!" The fat man pleaded, panic running through his body. The boss slowly walked up to him and squished his cheeks."Why the fear, Piggy? Huh?" He applied more pressure, the pig's face reddening. "Cowards have no place here. Are you one, Piggy?"

"I'm not!" The boss tossed him into the table he was just sitting at, crashing over it. He fixed the cuffs on his suit and said, "Then figure it out."

Stepping out of the office, he approached the window and gazed outside. The ferris wheel gleamed in the moonlight alongside a lake, and the car lights below sparkled, creating a picturesque scene.

After taking only a moment to look, he walked to the elevator and pushed the button, a ding automatically ringing off. He walked in, two men in suits standing parallel to each other, "boss," they said.

He nodded his head and replied, "Ground floor."

"Yes sir." The nearest one to the controls obeyed.

Having over fifty floors made the trip last more than a few seconds. Nevertheless, he reached his destination and walked out from the elevator.

The lobby unfolded expansively, featuring a bustling front desk, multiple plush couches, and a ceiling adorned with beautiful lights. The white tile beneath maintained a pristine appearance, untouched by any hint of dirt.

Hands in pockets, he walked up to the front desk and knocked on it, "Where is she?"

The blonde receptionist responded, "She's out front sir, in your car."

"Understood. Keep doing good work," he imparted with a sense of moral encouragement, walking out gracefully through the see-through doors.

Now on the bustling streets, he looked to the sidewalk where his car that got him everywhere was parked.

A BMW E38 750iL.

Tinted windows obscured the interior, while the low suspensions highlighted the flawless white rims, creating a striking contrast against the jet black paint.

A man emerged from the passenger seat and opened the door. "Thanks," the boss acknowledged and got into the car. 

"If it isn't the oh so infamous Kyoki!" A blonde twin tailed girl jested, leaning on the window from inside the car. She was wearing loose fit jeans and a soccer jersey. "Remi, did you do what I asked?"

"SO cold-hearted!" She mocked and moved closer to Kyoki. She placed her hands on his knees and began moving upwards, "How 'bout business later. Come on, don't you think it's been a while?" She moaned, her pink-painted nails getting higher and higher.

"I long for the days when I had no worries. Remi, tell me," he angled his body, looming over her while gently holding her chin, "am I still worry-free?"

With a giggle, she shifted to play with his hair. "You're definitely worry-free. Remember, I promised you that when we started this, right?" She mussed up his hair and remarked, "growing it out was the right call. It's got a cute curl to it now." 

With a graceful gesture, Kyoki removed her hand, and he took a moment to fix his jacket. When his lifeless, royal blue eyes met her joyful, brown ones, a subtle connection unfolded.

He looked away and up front through a small window. "Take us to Ren's house."

"Right away sir."

With the car moving away, Kyoki's expression demanded answers. "Give me a complete report. What went down?" His gaze turned to Remi, who grinned and looked out of the window. "I went to the specified location with Hiroki. It was smooth sailing." Remi mockingly locked eyes with Kyoki, "Pfttt! It felt like the good old days. That foolish guy thought he could score." Laughter filled the air, and she clutched her stomach.

Kyoki's lips parted, as if about to speak, but then closed. Amidst her laughter filling the car, he waited a few moments before speaking again. "It's not a complete report, but I'll accept it. Where's Hiroki at the moment?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "probably at some backwater's house."

Cracking his knuckles, Kyoki's contemplative expression emerged as he gazed out the window. His face stared back at him, the tint adding a layer of mystery to his features.

Yamishin Kyoki. 

A Yakuza who recently took all of Japan's hearts. And not in a good way. As leader of the newly found Yamishin Syndicate, his irregular white hair precisely cropped on his forehead, stray curls standing in defiance at the back of his neck. Silver pools of wisdom peeked beneath a furrowed brow, contained within a tall, slender figure draped in a sharp suit. 

"How far are we?" Remi asked the driver who tilted his head and said, "Traffic looks bad now, miss. It will be some time, twenty minutes at least."

She grinned mischievously and once again invaded Kyoki's personal space. He glanced at her, his cheek resting on his fist. She gracefully slithered her hand onto his pants, giggling as she kissed his neck. "Thirty minutes?" She grabbed a small handle on the side of the window. Before sliding it closed, she whispered, "Should be enough time."

Thirty minutes later, a knock was heard on the small window. Kyoki slightly peeped it open. "What is it?"

The driver cleared his throat, "Um, we're here sir."

"Come open my door then." Kyoki reprimanded, the person in the passenger seat immediately exiting the car. "Wait no, not yet!" The driver could hear Remi laughing in the backseat.

The light streamed through the door. The person holding it immediately shielded his eyes in silence. "Embarrassed?" Kyoki sarcastically quipped, earning multiple slaps on his shoulder as Remi hurled words at him, calling him variations of an idiot.

With a purposeful gesture, Kyoki shoved bills through the front window. "For your troubles. And the cleaning," he articulated, exiting the car smoothly. Remi gracefully followed, aided by the guard who discreetly avoided direct eye contact.

Her hands delicately rested on his shoulders, redirecting his attention. "Next time," she winked and gracefully approached Kyoki. "Must you involve yourself with my men?" he queried as they walked toward a traditional two-story machiya house, embraced by neighboring dwellings and lush greenery.

"Why, are you jealous?"

"We've talked about this Remi. Where you put that mouth of yours is where I tell you to." He knocked on the door. "You always say that, but youve never made me fuck any of those men." She sighed and threw her arms over his shoulders from behind, having to step on her tippy-toes. "Jeez, won't you just stop leading a girl on and ask me out already?"

Before Kyoki could answer, the door slid open. 

Before them stood Ishikawa Ren, his coal-black hair meticulously kept short, and his eyes gleaming with an emerald green hue. The perpetual presence of a suit on him hinted at an unwavering sense of style.

"Yo, boss!" Kyoki and Ren embraced in a hug, Remi standing to the side with her arms crossed. "It's good to see you! I've been dying of boredom here in this prison!"

"It's to keep you safe, Ren."

"Why not have me join you? Seriously, you didn't provide any guards or anything. Is this your idea of protection?"

"Of course it is. If it isn't protection, then what is it?"

"A prison! That's what!"

Kyoki's eyes dropped, "Ren."

He groaned, "Alright, alright. Come on in." He sulked as the two walked in his home.

"Anything to drink? I just made some green tea," Ren asked, both Remi and Kyoki sitting down already. "I'll have to pass."

"Suit yourself," Ren casually remarked, making his way to the kitchen. He fetched a small cup of hot water and poured it into another cup. Lifting the cup, he sipped carefully before settling onto a mat."So, spill it. What's the actual reason for your visit today? I'm not buying the 'checking up on little ol' me' routine."

Kyoki switched positions, sitting on his butt and resting an arm on his knee. "Black Dragon sent some soldiers over."

Ren spit out his tea, nearly hitting Remi, and gasped, "Cough, cough! Are you saying they're finally coming for you?!"

"Took 'em long enough," Remi said as she played with her hair.

"So, what's the plan then? Shouldn't you have gathered everybody up already?"

"We're not in a full-scale war yet. Shinichiro's upset, but he's not foolish enough to attack me. Not now. Not with Black Dragon in its current state." Kyoki cracked a knuckle. He covered his face, rubbing his eyes, a stainless gold ring adorning the index finger of his right hand. "I've come to inform you that from now on, you'll have some guards. They'll ensure your safety, just like you wished."

"And why would you do that?" Ren playfully asked.

Kyoki is a mysterious enigma to many, especially his enemies who see him as a cunning backstabber. The legends that surround him suggest that his teeth remain hidden, only making an appearance when they are sinking into someone. To Ren, he is an intriguing figure, a source of both amusement and fascination.

Kyoki stood up, his eyes boring into Ren's. "Do not get the wrong idea." He grabbed Ren's hair and pulled his neck back.

"He normally only does that to me," Remi quietly said.

"Understand this—I'm not your friend. You are my possession. What I owe is off-limits to others. Your value to that person is substantial. Once I have control over all of Yokohama, you will uphold your end of the deal. Is that clear?"

Ren smirked, saying, "I understand…boss."

Kyoki relinquished his hold and advanced towards the front door. Remi gracefully followed. "Don't engage in any foolish actions," Kyoki directed, opening the door and exiting. They found themselves back by the car. "Get out," he instructed.

With a sharp demeanor, the two men exited the car. Remi stayed on the passenger side as Kyoki strolled to the driver's side. "Hand me the keys. You'll be overseeing that brat from now on. Understood?" he instructed.

"But sir…how will we get anywhere without a car?"

"There's one in the garage. Use it wisely; not many people around here have a garage," he remarked, taking his place in the driver's seat. The man adjacent to Remi moved out of her way. She looked at him once more, her hands delicately holding her shirt as she ascended gradually.

"Get in the car, Remi."

She laughed and obeyed. Closing the door, "I just gave him a look. Maybe you could learn from a gentleman like that." She seductively said.

He turned the key, a crisp sound from the exhaust sounding off.

"And what would being a gentleman get me? Women? As if that's a worry." He pulled the car off the sidewalk, looking at her as she said, "Are you cheating on me?!" She joked, exaggerating as she clutched onto her heart. "How unloyal of you."

The car went faster, going in and out between cars as they honked at him, yet he kept his eyes forward.

"Quiet."