Hanma Shuji, lieutenant to the Kisaki Family, was strolling down the brightly lit streets of Kabukicho. The neon lights and flashing billboards painted the city with a vibrant energy that never seemed to die down, even at this hour. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, and sweat - all familiar smells that reminded him of home. As he walked past a crowded nightclub, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for his delinquent days. Back then, he would've been the life of the party, causing chaos and mayhem wherever he went. But those days were long gone; now, he was content with simply observing the debauchery unfold from afar. Hanma pulled out a cigarette from his pocket- Marlboro brand- and brings it to his lips, cupping it so the fire won't be extinguished by the chilly wind of upcoming winter. You think about how to approach the man.
Hanma quirked an eyebrow as he looked down at the stranger. His expression briefly softened into something that resembled pity before returning to its usual neutral state. "You're in luck, I'm headed to a place where you can find some help," he replied, gesturing for the assassin to follow him.
Without another word, Hanma turned and began walking towards an alleyway not far from where they stood. Once they were out of sight, he paused and glanced back at his would-be killer with a predatory grin. "So, what's your story, kid? In town for business?"
"Yes, I came here on business.Hiroshi said with a slight smile, calmly responding with a subtle note of amusement. After a while, when they went into the depths of the alley. Hiroshi continued to follow Shiju, playing the role of a lost man. He pretended to put his hands in his pocket, but with one hand he did not slip into the pocket of his coat, but imperceptibly grasped the handle of the pistol. He hadn't shown the gun yet, but just kept it ready. *
The alleyway grew darker and more deserted with every step they took, making it increasingly difficult to keep an eye on the stranger. It didn't seem to bother him in the least; if anything, his casual demeanor only served to heighten Hanma's suspicions further. "So, you said you were here for business," he continued, feigning interest. "What sort of business could that be?"
Without warning, a stray cat darted across their path and disappeared into the shadows. The sound of its raspy mewl echoed through the alley, drawing Hanma's attention away from his would-be assailant for just a moment. But only for a moment.
"Huh, I work as a butcher. I moved here because it's the perfect place to sell meat where there is none. Hiroshi said in a neutral tone, but there was a subtle note in his voice pleasure or fun, will he enjoy this moment. But when a cat ran by, running into the shadows, thereby weakening Shuji's attentiveness. Hiroshi approached Shuji with a quiet, almost muffled step. Hiroshi quickly took out his gun, removing the safety catch, but when he looked On Hanma, he also held out a pistol towards Hiroshi, you could say they pointed pistols at each other at the same time*
"A butcher, huh?" Hanma grinned. "Not much call for that kind of work in Kabukicho." His voice was tense now, his eyes locked on the gun pointed at him. "Guess you'd better show me what you mean," he growled softly.
Without warning, he lunged forward, attempting to knock the pistol from Hiroshi's grasp with a quick jab of his elbow. At the same time, his free hand shot out in an attempt to grasp the other man by the throat and slam him against the wall. The alleyway erupted into violence as both men struggled for dominance in the tight space.
Hiroshi dropped the gun from Shuji's punch, but he didn't lose his head. He quickly dodged the man's hands, Hanma did not have time to blink as Hiroshi seemed to disappear. Thus losing his vigilance, he was quite fast, Kikabidze was standing behind Shuji, he took out a dagger from behind his waist, and hit Hanma on the carotid artery with the handle of a knife, he immediately passed out*"-Ha. How is it, he seems so serious and at first glance smart, but in fact a real fool. I wonder how your meat will taste."Hiroshi said, smug and with a touch of madness. Hiroshi is not only a serial killer but also a cannibal. He ate half of his victims, either killed them or ate them alive. As soon as he swung his arm to pierce his heart, he was interrupted by a phone call. He picked up the phone slightly annoyed"Hello? Mr. Tadashiyaba?" * he said with a question, the caller answered immediately*"Yes. What are you doing now? "Well, I'm kind of killing, aren't I?"* Hiroshi said with slight irritation, twirling his dagger in his other hand*"Listen to Kikabidze,Plans have changed slightly, don't kill him yet. I need him alive for a while. You should get a little information from him about the Kisaki family." "Why me?! I'm only killing, not...." * Hiroshi didn't have time to finish as the caller interrupted on the phone*"- It doesn't matter, you're very good at getting information for us. you have to get it any way you want, you have to gain his trust to get the information. I don't care how you do it, the main thing is to get this information "-But.. " Hiroshi didn't have time to finish speaking again as they immediately switched off, Kikabidze was annoyed "- Holy shit! Hiroshi said irritably, getting to his feet. And picking up the gun from the ground that he dropped during the fight, he then looked at Shuji"Hmm, you're lucky. What am I going to do with you now? "
"Maybe I could help you," Hanma croaked out, voice hoarse from whatever wounds he'd suffered in the brief altercation. He winced as blood trickled down his throat. "I mean, if you let me go."
As much as he hated to admit it, Hanma would rather work with the assassin than against him. It was a strange turn of events, but at least this way he could keep an eye on their movements and report back to the Kisaki Family later. Perhaps he could even use this situation to his advantage somehow...
Kikabidze looked at Shuji with a slightly raised eyebrow. Then he ran his hand through his hair, laughing nervously or crazily. He bent over Hanma's recumbent body. He abruptly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him slightly towards him, leaving a distance of several inches from each other's face
"Don't make a fool of me. I know people like you who offer anything in return for saving your life. But in the end, they either leak all the information to the police or to other groups. That's why you're lucky that I didn't cut your throat right away,"
Hiroshi said, holding Shuji by the collar with one hand and the dagger at the guy's neck with the other.After a few moments, Hiroshi loosened his grip on the man's collar slightly, running his index finger from his neck to his collarbone. his gaze was hungry and crazy, like an animal looking at a piece of meat
"Ah, you have such soft flesh, and the smell of your meat is so intoxicating~. I really want to taste it right now!"
Hiroshi said, removing the dagger from Shuji's neck and moving it to his collarbone. His devilish smile, he just wanted to bite off his flesh and eat him alive, literally. But then he remembered that he needed to keep his composure, because for Tadashiyama, he needs Hanma alive*
"-Huh.. It's a pity that I can't do it yet. But though, let's see..." * Hiroshi said, with a predatory gleam in his eyes. It seemed like Hiroshi was a wild beast that was roaming inside the cage trying to get to a piece of meat. His gray eyes, which looked like mist, stared into Shuji's eyes with a predatory gaze. Shuji's breath caught in his throat, but he was restrained, and braver than he really seems*
Hanma grinned, his expression bitter but resigned. "I understand," he said through gritted teeth. "But if I tell you what you want to know, will you let me go?" He hesitated for a moment before adding, "And forget about this little encounter?" The hint of desperation in his voice was unmistakable.
The truth was, he didn't care much for his own life anymore; it had been empty and meaningless even before the Kisaki Family took him in. But there were still people out there who relied on him, and he would do anything to protect them from harm. Even if it meant working with a psychopath like Hiroshi...for now.
Hiroshi thought for a moment, then he removed the knife from his neck, but continued to hold him by the collar* "If you tell me some information. Then I'll let you go right away." * said Kikabidze with a slight smile on his face, he pulled Shuji's body by the collar so that their faces were several inches apart. His eyes narrowed predatorily*"Tell me where the Kisaki family keeps a valuable archive, in which all actions and income from the delivery of prohibited substances are written," Hiroshi said, watching Shuji closely, his misty eyes studying Hanma's facial features, and his further reaction. Perhaps he will keep his word to let go and not bother anymore, but on the other hand, his gut tells him that something is wrong here, and maybe he uses Hanma to his advantage*
"It's... it's in the basement of the Kisaki family head's personal residence," Shuji replied through gritted teeth, "But there are guards posted around the clock, and heavy security measures in place. You'll need a lot more than just me to get past that."
He paused, hoping his warning would give the assassin pause. It didn't seem to faze Hiroshi one bit. "And even if you manage to breach their defenses," he continued, "you're not going to find any records on this delivery business. That sort of thing is handled by a separate division; they keep all their paperwork at another location."
Hanma held his breath, waiting to see how Kikabidze would react to this news. He knew he had to be careful not to give away too much information, or else the assassin might turn on him after all. But he also needed to make sure that Hiroshi didn't endanger anyone else in their quest for knowledge...
"in which place exactly?Hiroshi said, in a calm but dangerously peaceful voice. Hiroshi watched Shuji's every move, as if trying to anticipate what he would do. Shuji hesitated to answer his question, but Hiroshi didn't rush him. He had a strange feeling, as if he was attracted to Shuji, not as to meat, but to something else.. That he couldn't tell exactly what kind of feeling it was. Hiroshi shook his head slightly to get rid of his thoughts, focusing on the answer that Hania would give*
"The other location is... it's an abandoned warehouse about thirty minutes outside the city," Shuji finally said. "But it has more security than the archives at the head's residence, and you're going to need a lot more firepower than just a knife or a gun if you want to break in there."
His mind raced as he spoke; lying would only serve to arouse suspicion from someone like Hiroshi. But telling the truth was almost as dangerous, since it revealed exactly where these vital records were hidden...and how much information they held about the Kisaki Family's illegal activities. There had to be some way out of this mess...
He glanced up at Hiroshi, trying to gauge his reaction. The assassin seemed interested in what he was saying, but that didn't necessarily mean he believed him. Only time would tell whether or not Shuji had managed to convince Kikabidze to back off...
Hiroshi tilted his head slightly to the side, examining Shuji from head to groin. As if evaluating him, and wondering if he should be trusted with this information* "-Hmm.. I should have taken you better to my Employer so that you would tell me all this yourself. Although, it would be a pity if he chopped up your pretty face." * he spoke in a neutral tone, with a drop of drama. Hiroshi thought for a moment, then he let go of Shuji's collar*"Okay, I'll let you go. But look, if this information turns out to be fake, or you tell the Kisaki family everything, then I will find you and shoot your head off."Hiroshi said, placing his finger in the middle of his forehead, looking into Hanma's eyes. The wind picked up slightly, Hiroshi sighed, then got to his feet, brushing off his sleeves, and picked up his pistol from the ground, putting it back in its holster. Kikabidze calmly left, hiding from the alley*
"Understood," Hanma croaked hoarsely, scrambling to his feet and brushing himself off. Despite the danger he'd just been in, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He would have to hurry back to report all this information to the Kisaki Family, and hope that they would believe him. As for Hiroshi...well, Hanma could only trust that the man kept his word. For now, he'd just have to focus on surviving until dawn broke once more.
Hiroshi tilted his head slightly to the side, examining Shuji from head to groin. As if evaluating him, and wondering if he should be trusted with this information* "-Hmm.. I should have taken you better to my Employer so that you would tell me all this yourself. Although, it would be a pity if he chopped up your pretty face." * he spoke in a neutral tone, with a drop of drama. Hiroshi thought for a moment, then he let go of Shuji's collar*"Okay, I'll let you go. But look, if this information turns out to be fake, or you tell the Kisaki family everything, then I will find you and shoot your head off."Hiroshi said, placing his finger in the middle of his forehead, looking into Hanma's eyes. The wind picked up slightly, Hiroshi sighed, then got to his feet, brushing off his sleeves, and picked up his pistol from the ground, putting it back in its holster. Kikabidze calmly left, hiding from the alley*
As Hiroshi walked away, Shuji turned and disappeared into the darkness of the alleyway once more. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and unease as he made his way back towards the safety of Kisaki territory. In spite of everything, part of him wondered if there wasn't some kind of spark between them... But such thoughts were foolishness. Hiroshi was an assassin, nothing more. And Shuji had far too much to lose to let himself become attached to someone like that.
He needed to focus on his mission and protect the family from harm at all costs. No matter what it took. As he emerged back onto the well-lit streets of Kabukicho, he glanced over his shoulder one last time, searching for any sign of Hiroshi Kikabidze. But there was nothing. The assassin had disappeared into the shadows as if he'd never been there at all.
During this time, Hiroshi has already gone several blocks away. After about an hour of walking, he reached Tadashiyama's estate, and gave him all the information. When he did, he got his money, and headed home. Hiroshi lived in a quiet and peaceful area, usually the authorities don't stick their noses in there. As soon as Hiroshi opened the doors, his dogs jumped on him at the same time. Hiroshi fell to the ground slightly... stunned. Kikabidze sincerely smiled and laughed, trying to gently push his dogs away from him
"Hello, hello. Did you miss me?"
Hiroshi said with a friendly smile, getting to his feet, he had four dogs, the first was a German Shepherd, his name is Jiso, he is almost five years old. He took him from the orphanage the day before they wanted to put him down, because no one wanted to take him in. The second is two huskies, they are sisters. He found them as puppies two years ago, near the river they were wrapped in a box, someone unceremoniously wanted to drown them, One is called Ada, and her sister, with a small scar above Ado's eyebrow. Ado got a scar in the box, when Hiroshi tried to open the box, he accidentally scratched it. And Hiroshi's fourth dog, Akita Inu, Her name is Shitsu, she is the youngest, she is 8 months old. Hiroshi took it for himself when he killed one of his victims. Hiroshi closed the door behind him, and picked up Shitsu, and kissed her on her fluffy cheek
"How I missed you, I didn't bring anything delicious today. But I'll definitely bring it later."
Hiroshi said tenderly, putting Shitsu on the ground, he treated dogs like children. *
Shuji made it back to his room in the Kisaki estate just as dawn was beginning to break over Kabukicho. Exhausted and on edge, he collapsed into bed, unable to shake the feeling that something about this whole encounter with Hiroshi wasn't quite right.
As the day wore on, he tried his best not to think about it; there were more important matters at hand. But as evening drew near, and he finally found himself alone in his room once again, Shuji couldn't help but dwell on the events of the night before.
Something about Hiroshi...there was something almost magnetic about him. A dangerous allure that made Shuji feel more than a little uneasy. But whatever it was, he knew better than to let himself become distracted. He had a duty to his family, and he refused to fail them.
With a deep breath, Shuji forced the thoughts from his mind and turned his attention back to the task at hand: gathering more information about Hiroshi Kikabidze and making sure that the Kisaki Family was safe from harm. He couldn't allow himself to be sidetracked again...not this time.
Shuji lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling long after darkness had fallen over Kabukicho. His thoughts circled back relentlessly to Hiroshi Kikabidze and their strange encounter earlier that night. Despite his best efforts not to dwell on it, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to the assassin than met the eye.
As the hours passed, exhaustion finally began to take its toll, and Shuji drifted off into a fitful sleep. But even as his mind retreated beneath the surface of slumber, he found himself returning time and again to the image of Hiroshi's unsettling smile. He knew it was pointless to worry about why the assassin had spared him; Kisaki Family business didn't concern outsiders like Hiroshi. But there was something inexplicably intriguing about the man that made Shuji feel a strange kinship with him...and deep down, he couldn't help but wonder what it all meant.
the next day. Hiroshi got out of bed and yawned sleepily, stretching his arms up. When he got out of bed, he accidentally almost tripped over his dog, he looked at what he tripped over, and it turns out that Jiso, his German Shepherd and the first dog were sleeping next to his bed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, old man. I didn't mean to hurt you,"
Hiroshi said, stroking Jiso, then got up and headed for the kitchen. First of all, he fed the dogs by pouring dog food on them, and then sat down himself. He brewed himself a fragrant coffee and picked up the phone, when he took a small sip, as he received an anonymous message, the number was not shown there, Hiroshi opened the message and read it.<Hello, I've heard about your services. Could you kill someone? Here, I'll send you a photo now. He's going to be outside today... > and an anonymous user wrote the address and photo of the one who needs to be killed. It was a middle-aged man, who looked like a bartender at a nightclub. And he will pay a good sum for his murder. Hiroshi, of course, agreed. When he put the phone away, he got up from the table. Then he sat down on one leg to pet his dogs before going outside
"It looks like I'm going to bring you some delicious meat today"
Hiroshi said with a smile, he is a cannibal, sometimes eats his victims, and also feeds this meat to dogs. He got to his feet and went to his room to change his clothes, after that he went to the address. This address was located on the outskirts, Kabukicho. There was a 24-hour bar there. Hiroshi was walking through the streets of Kabukicho heading to the address, and he decided to take a drag on a cigarette. He stopped for a moment to light a cigar, when suddenly he smelled a familiar smell. A scent that intoxicated his mind. He turned to the other side, and across the street, he saw a familiar face. Shuji, the one he interrogated last night, Hiroshi has a good smell, and he can smell it from a few meters away. When Hanma noticed him, Hiroshi smiled, he wouldn't be him if he wasn't smiling. He liked to play with his victims before killing them, but Shuji was a different case. When Shuji saw Hiroshi, his heartbeat quickened, Shuji was not a coward, he was very smart, and the best in the ranks of the Kisaki family, but last night for some reason he was not himself, and retreated like a pathetic coward. Shuji was uneasy that he had miscalculated so badly last night*
Shuji's breath caught in his throat as their eyes met across the bustling street. For a moment, he could feel Hiroshi's gaze boring into him, sending a shiver down his spine. He couldn't help but wonder what the assassin was thinking, why he'd approached him like that last night...and whether or not he had any intention of finishing what he'd started.
As these thoughts raced through Shuji's mind, he forced himself to remain still and calm outwardly. He couldn't let Hiroshi know how much his actions had shaken him; that would only make things worse. Instead, he tried to appear nonchalant as he raised an eyebrow inquiringly, waiting for the assassin to speak first.
Inside, however, Shuji's heart was racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. There was no doubt in his mind that Hiroshi Kikabidze was dangerous...and yet there was something about him that made Shuji feel almost safe somehow. It was an odd contradiction that he couldn't quite wrap his head around, but one he knew he needed to address before it became a threat to the Kisaki Family.