YAKUZA

[ 3rd POV ]

9:30 AM

Four black SUV's were stationed in front of an old warehouse. People wearing black suits stood surrounding the warehouse. The inside of the warehouse is littered with corpses, some of which are sucked dry of blood.

Men and women are seen taking photographs and collecting blood, tissue samples from the bodies in a hurry inside the warehouse. A man with brown hair and a moustache stood in a corner, watching the work being done intently with a stoic face.

The man reached into his pocket and took out his phone, which was vibrating due to an incoming call. Seeing, the caller id, the stoic face of the man broke. The man gulped nervously and accepted the call.

" What's the report, Aizawa? " questioned a rough voice of a man from the other side.

" Sir, We are currently collecting all the blood, hair tissue from the bodies. Based on the clothes worn by the bodies, we found their identities. They are students studying in their 2nd year in Shibuya high school. Anything that we think is useful, we are taking into evidence. ...Also we identified, Andrew and the agents we sent for his security among the dead bodies." answered Aizawa to his boss, Mr Okizawa in one breath.

" Is it the same thing who did this? " asked Okizawa calmly while suppressing his anger.

" We don't know for sure...But looking at the scene, there's is an 80% probability they are the same person " said Aizawa quivering.

" I don't want to hear about probability, I want 100% certainty. I don't care how you do it, I want to hear the results before 5:00 pm. Things are going to become even chaotic if we don't find the one responsible. Andrew is a member of the yakuza, and his uncle is the highest ranking in this prefecture. Find the one responsible, we can direct the yakuza towards him." said okizawa grimly.

Aizawa gasped in horror due to the revelation. Until now, he thought Andrew is just a relative or acquaintance of Mr Okizawa. He didn't think he was connected to the yakuza.

Yakuza is one of the powerful crime organisations in the world. No one knows who formed the organisation, but most of the illegal businesses like Drugs, prostitution, weapons etc in japan are under the control of the Yakuza. Even on the legal side, most of the corporations are under the control of the yakuza. In a way, the yakuza is the one ruling Japan from the shadows.

" I will do my best, sir," said Aizawa hurriedly.

" I want constant updates on the progress. Also, Aizawa, pray to whatever god that we will find him because everyone's life is in jeopardy till you find him. Yakuza won't take the death of their member lightly " warned okizawa and disconnected the call.

Aizawa exhaled his breath and pocketed his phone. He looked around the warehouse and saw all the agents eavesdropping on his conversation.

"People, search every nook of this place, bag and tag anything that can be used as evidence. Forensic team, analyze everything from here and previous cases asap. IT guys, crosscheck every CCTV footage of ATM's, restaurants, traffic lights near every previous crime scene. Don't gawk at me and move your asses and work, IDIOTS " hollered Aizawa.

Everyone went to their respective works, thinking the one thing. Something big is going to happen soon.

" What the hell are you ?" mumbled Aizawa to himself, thinking about the one who started this carnage in the city.

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[ Okizawa POV ]

After ending the call, I leaned back into the backseat of the moving car. Looking out, the passing people, cars and buildings from the window.

' Things are spiralling out of control. Now, we have to take countermeasures against the yakuza, in case Aizawa can't find anything. It's time for a syndicate meeting ' i thought and dialled Kumagai number.

The syndicate is a group formed of wealthy business families, corrupt politicians and government officials in the early 19's. The syndicate mainly has dealings with the yakuza dor transporting drugs, women and weapons in and out of the city. In return, the yakuza solves any trouble for the members of the syndicate. Due to this, the syndicate has been in power for a century in the city.

" Hello, Okizawa," said Kumagai in a rough voice.

" I want everyone syndicate member to be in Obata's pub in an hour," said okizawa grimly

" What happened, Okizawa? " asked Kumagai sensing the graveness in his friend's voice.

" Andrew is dead. Someone killed him last night, my team is currently on the scene. I want to tell everyone about the situation before anyone from yakuza comes knocking on our doors" said okizawa.

" My god...It's not true. Tell me you're joking. " asked Kumagai, not believing the sudden news.

" I wish, this was a joke. But no, it's true " said okizawa.

" Shit...Shit.Shit.....Who killed him? Did you find him? They will kill every one of us, Andrew is his nephew and his only blood relative, he spoils him with everything. Did you forget, how they killed Taki's ( random oc ) whole family just for calling his nephew a brat?. " asked Kumagai loudly over the phone.

" I didn't forget that, and I think never will. That's why I'm asking you to arrange the meeting before we get the same fate," said okizawa shuddering while remembering his fellow acquaintance fate. Taki was one of the wealthiest families of the city, but overnight they became dirt poor and his entire family was killed within a week one by one.

" I will take care of the meeting," said Kumagai and disconnected the call.

I massaged my temples and told the driver to wake me when we arrive at Obata's pub. I closed my eyes for a short nap and to clear my head a bit before the chaos begins.

( 15 minutes later )

I woke from my sleep, hearing the driver's voice from the front. I took a deep breath and exited the car while adjusting my shirt.

I ignored the bouncer, who opened the door and greeted me. Entering the pub, the first thing which stood out was that the place was devoid of the usual music and people. Since it was still morning, only the bartenders, workers and the thugs who work for Obata are the only people that can be seen.

"Mr Okizawa, the boss is in the cellar room with Mr Kumagai," said a 26-year-old woman with a voluptuous body wearing a playboy bunny dress which was hugging tightly near her chest and bust, while motioning towards a door.

' Not the time ' thought okizawa while leering the woman and walking towards the door.

I opened the door and started climbing down the stairs. Another door was near the stair end with two bulky men standing guard. The men opened the door for me.

The cellar room was a large place with a long red sandalwood table in the centre with 20 chairs surrounding it, various paintings hanging on the walls, couches at the back of the room and a minibar at the corner of the room. Sitting in two of the chairs of the table were Kumagai and Obata.

Kumagai is an obese 50-year-old man with a bald head wearing a black shirt and pants. Obata is also an old man with a bald head wearing a floral shirt and cream pants.

" Everyone is on their way...This was the first time I asked you favour during our entire friendship, to take care of Andrew during his stay in the city since I was busy. Now, he's dead, I don't how or when about the entire incident, but I will be, the one held responsible since the boss entrusted Andrew to me" said Obata, while I was taking a seat across from him.

" It is my fault. I know that whatever I say is not enough. I sent 3 of my best agents to protect him, Last I heard from them, he was here in the pub talking with some teenagers. I tried to contact them again that night, I got no response. So, I ordered to search for them and found them dead. I'm just asking for some time to find his killer " I begged Obata since he was the one in contact with the boss mostly. He was the unnamed leader of the syndicate.

" I can't decide this on my own, Okizawa. It should be decided by everyone in the syndicate. No one wants to bear the brunt of this. Even, I'm not certain if the boss will listen to us. He may even kill us before we can utter a word " said Obata.

I just sighed defeatedly and looked towards who was looking pale due to his fear. I looked towards the clock mounted on the wall, hoping that somehow time can go back.

After waiting another 10 mins, every member of the syndicate arrived. I looked towards Obata, who rose from his seat and was about to address everyone when his phone started ringing.

" I think, I specifically ordered you to not disturb me. Can't you follow a simpl.." said Obata harshly and stopped midsentence. Obata's face became pale and he looked towards the door to the cellar.

I too looked towards the door and heard heavy footsteps descending the stairs. My heart nearly stopped, when I guessed who it may be. With trepidation, I waited as the footsteps stopped outside the door.

After a second, which felt like an eternity, the door opened and entered a large muscular white man standing nearly at 7 feet with short brown hair and a thick beard, wearing a white three-piece suit following him were two identical twins wearing black suits.

The large man ignored everyone in the room, walked towards the back of the room, his heavy footsteps echoed in the silent room. He settled on the couch and took out a cigar from his flap pocket. He lighted the cigar, took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke.

" Look's like everyone is here. Good, saved me from the trouble to find everyone. Now, you know why I'm here, so tell me who killed my nephew ? " asked the large man while looking at everyone in the room.

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Kumagai - Metamorphosis

Obata - Metamorphosis

Okizawa - Otome dori ( I named the character )

AN:- Hello, I know what you guys are thinking. Author's alive...I had exams, assignments, labs and all the things. So, I was busy, but from now on, I will try to post at least 3 chapters weekly.

Also, No more doujins except Otome Dori and metamorphosis will be seen in this fanfic. I will develop my own story from here on out, I'm getting sick due to reading all the doujins from the comments. My mind went into lockdown to not get contaminated from that depraved pieces of garbage.

Comment, if there are any typos or grammar mistakes in this chapter.

Thank you for reading.